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Gray Rock District Central Hospital, Extraordinary Emergency Center corridor.

The bleak light coldly shone on the smooth floor.

Reflecting the congealed bloodstains.

The heavy odor of disinfectant mixed with a faint scent of blood, forming a suffocating stillness.

Liu San curled up in the corner, back against the cold wall, his entire body shrunk into a ball.

The clothes soaked through by large patches of blood had long lost their original color.

Clinging damply to his skin.

He trembled slightly, his bloodshot eyes hollowly staring at the tightly shut blood-red indicator light of the operating room.

The whole person looked like a clay sculpture drained of its soul.

In the corridor, the core members of the Dawn Organization stood scattered like silent statues.

Someone leaned against the opposite wall, fingertips unconsciously sliding on the tablet screen.

Retrieving the surveillance footage transmitted from headquarters, brows furrowed tightly.

The air was filled with the tension of an impending storm.

The hurried footsteps broke the deadly silence.

Wei Banmeng and others’ figures appeared at the end of the corridor.

"Old Liu!"

Lu Jiuyuan was the first to rush to Liu San, his voice low and hurried.

He crouched down, firmly grasped Liu San’s shoulders with both hands, trying to pull him out of his dazed state, "How’s the situation? How long has Brother Meng been inside? What did the doctors say?"

Liu San’s body was shaken by Lu Jiuyuan, his hollow gaze finally focused for a moment, landing on Lu Jiuyuan’s face. His lips quivered a few times, yet only a wheezing sound came out, like an old bellows.

He raised his hand to point at his chest, then let it drop powerlessly.

Wei Banmeng and Su Wanqing walked directly to the person investigating the surveillance.

"How’s it going?"

The person immediately handed over the tablet.

The surveillance clearly captured the entire assassination process.

"Above Tier Three Mid Stage elite assassin... their stealth ability is extraordinary."

Wei Banmeng analyzed while watching, "When hiding, completely avoided all physical surveillance at headquarters. The opponent was very familiar with Brother Meng’s routine, didn’t just start observing him today."

At this moment...

"Ding!"

The glaring scarlet indicator light above the operating room suddenly went out.

In the deathly still corridor.

Whoosh!

Everyone’s gaze instantly focused on the slowly opening alloy door.

Liu San seemed to be shocked as he leaped up from the ground, stumbling to the door first, his face covered with blood stains and cold sweat, showing near-desperate hope: "Doctor! Doctor! How is Brother Meng?!"

The lead surgeon in sterile scrubs came out exhausted, took off his mask, revealing a solemn and weary face.

He raised his glasses, his gaze swept over the crowd gathered around, finally landing on the front-most Liu San, his voice low and hoarse:

"The penetrating wound entered from left chest, exited front chest. The weapon is very vicious, triangular with blood groove, caused severe cavity effect and sustained bleeding. The lung lobe was pierced, pericardium torn. Fortunately... the heart itself was narrowly missed."

Every cold word hit the crowd like a heavy hammer.

Liu San’s body swayed, supported by Lu Jiuyuan from behind.

"Is the blood stopped?" Liu San’s voice shook uncontrollably.

"It was sent over timely enough, the bleeding is temporarily stopped." The doctor nodded, but his face remained grave, "But the trouble is now. Lei Gang Leader’s physique far exceeds ordinary people, resilient vitality is a good thing, but precisely because of this, his body has gone into the deepest Turtle Breath state to protect itself after suffering such destructive trauma, almost completely severing the connection between consciousness and body, all physiological activities reduced to the minimum."

He paused, facing Liu San’s instantly bleak gaze, reluctantly added: "In other words, his body is barely holding on to the last breath relying on the powerful foundation of a Martial Saint, but when he will wake up, no one can guarantee. It all depends on his own will to survive and the resurgence of body potential."

"Rely on himself to wake up?"

Liu San repeated numbly, his gaze completely scattered, as if the last backbone had been pulled away, "How long will it take? What are the odds of waking up?"

The doctor was silent for a few seconds, avoiding Liu San’s despairing gaze, finally looking towards Wei Banmeng with a calm demeanor, speaking with difficulty: "Evaluating under current conditions, the probability is less than five percent. And the longer this ’Turtle Breath’ state drags on, the greater the risk of potential damage to brain tissue, even if he wakes up in the future, he might suffer serious sequelae."

"Five percent..." Liu San’s body became weak, if not for Lu Jiuyuan supporting tightly, he would have almost collapsed on the ground.

This number was like ice water poured on his head, extinguishing his last glimmer of hope thoroughly.

Despair flooded over him like icy tides, engulfing him instantly.

He broke free from Lu Jiuyuan’s support, walked back to the cold corner, dragging heavy steps, slowly squatted down, burying his face deeply in the knees stained with blood.

"Doctor, is there no other way?" Su Wanqing stepped forward, asked seriously.

The doctor smiled helplessly and shook his head, filled with deep regret: "Forgive me for being blunt. For a martial artist of Lei Gang Leader’s level, such fundamental and life-threatening serious injuries... conventional medicine is terribly ineffective."

"The strength of a martial artist lies in their own qi blood and will. However severe the external injury, as long as the will is clear and cultivating technique guides the qi blood, supplemented with energy, there’s hope for recovery."

"But now Lei Gang Leader’s consciousness is dormant, potential devastated by injuries... it’s like the core control program of the most sophisticated machine crashed, no fuel can make it run again."