Just then, the anesthetic took effect, and Zhane snapped back into focus. With steady hands, he and his assistant began the operation, swiftly identifying the most critical injuries—those that posed the greatest risk to Leo's life. As the blood transfusion began, they prepared to tackle the most severe wounds first, knowing that time was of the essence.
Hera stood outside the operating room, her heart hanging by a thread. The tension in her chest was unbearable, each passing second stretching endlessly.
Cindy stepped closer and leaned in, whispering gently into her ear, "Young Miss, Gerald obtained some crucial information from the prisoners. Would you like to review the files he sent?"
Hera shook her head. Right now, her mind couldn't process anything else. No matter how important the intel was, she knew she wouldn't be able to concentrate—not when Leo's life was hanging in the balance.
