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    “Ms. Hudson, that Dr. Lawson you brought—he’s something else. We’re talking about a once-in-a-lifetime talent,” the doctor said, admiration written all over his face.


    He couldn’t hide his awe, rubbing his palms together as he went on, “The method he used is ancient—drawing blood from precise acupuncture points with uncanny uracy. The risks are immense; one slip, and the consequences could be dire. Hardly any doctor would even dare to attempt it, let alone pull it off.” His tone turned serious, his voice dropping a notch.


    “After the surgery, curiosity got the better of me. I called my mentor—he’s a real authority in rare medical procedures. He told me this specialized needle technique was once the crown jewel of the NE Research Institute’s clinic in Zupren, designed for the most critical brain hemorrhage emergencies. But after the Institute’s sudden, mysterious closure, that technique vanished from practice. No one’s seen it in use for ages.”


    The mention of the NE Research Institute struck Sadie like a hidden de, slicing right to the core.


    All color left her face.


    The NE Research Institute again.


    Why would Hurst know a method lost to the world, secreted away with the NE Research Institute’s demise?


    Was it truly random that he knew so much and brought up the NE Research Institute as a deciding factor in life-and-death moments? Or was there a purpose to his every move?


    Who exactly was he?


    Sadie battled to hide the turmoil inside her, keeping her featuresposed.


    “Thank you, doctor. I’m grateful for everything you’ve done.”


    “It’s my pleasure, Ms. Hudson. Just part of the job,” the doctor replied, clearly still caught up in admiration for Hurst’s medical brilliance.


    With a pleasant wave and a friendly smile, the doctor added, “I’ll leave you two alone. Mr. Wall’s only just woken up, so he needs plenty of rest. If anything changes, just hit the call button.”


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    He offered a respectful nod and let himself out, shutting the door with a gentle click.


    Silence filled the room in his wake.


    Sadie settled into the chair at Noah’s bedside, her eyes tracing the lines of his still-pale features.


    Even in the midst of so much chaos, a bit of fortune had found its way to them—Noah was safe.


    The quiet didn’tst. A faint creak at the doorway cut through the hush.


    Both Sadie and Noah turned simultaneously.


    Framed in the doorway, Hurst appeared.


    With an easy swagger, Hurst sauntered into the room, hands sunk deep in his pockets, his pace as unhurried as ever.


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