Dr Hale expression only grew colder, angry no one is talking against Adrian.. He exhaled sharply and turned toward the surrounding officials instead of addressing Adrian directly, as if the very act of speaking to him as an equal was unnecessary. “This is exactly the problem,” he said, frustration creeping into his voice. “Unverified individuals being brought into a controlled medical environment during an active outbreak.” Several officials shifted uneasily. “We are dealing with a disease with an extremely high mortality rate,” he continued. “Protocols exist for a reason. Yet somehow we are expected to trust someone with no certification, no medical clearance, and no documented clinical experience.” He gestured toward Adrian. “And we’re supposed to believe he can succeed where specialists have failed?” The tension in the room thickened immediately. Catherine stepped forward before the murmurs could spread further. “This isn’t the time for pride or hierarchy,” she said calmly.

Adrian held his attention on the screens a moment longer before breaking the silence. “I’ll need full access to the case files,” he said. “Not summaries. Complete records—lab reports, neurological scans, treatment logs, and every documented stage from exposure to collapse.” The technician looked instinctively toward Dr Hale. After a brief hesitation, he gave a restrained nod. “You’ll have them.” It was not confidence that drove the answer, but resignation to necessity. Within minutes, the data was pulled up across multiple screens. Patient histories, timelines, lab reports, and treatment attempts filled the room in dense layers of information. Adrian stepped closer and began reviewing everything without interruption. His pace was steady, not rushed, but so consistently precise that it made the others quietly aware of how little they were able to keep up. After several minutes, he stopped.“…Here.” The technician leaned in. “What is it?” Adrian pointed at a section of the timeli

Catherine almost smiled when Adrian finished speaking. After enduring Dr. Hale’s arrogance for hours, she could already imagine the expression on his face if Adrian proved him wrong. The man had been insufferable since they arrived—too confident, too eager to assert control over everyone in the room. Unfortunately, Dr. Hale himself still looked convinced he was winning. He stood at the center of the lab, issuing orders with crisp authority while the medical staff rushed to comply. “Stabilize the vitals. Increase neurological dampening by ten percent.” “Maintain oxygen flow. Don’t let it fluctuate.” The technicians adjusted the equipment immediately, eyes fixed on the monitors surrounding the unconscious patient lying on the bed. For several tense seconds, nothing changed. Then the readings began to improve.n“Heart rate stabilizing,” one technician reported. “Oxygen levels are improving too.” “Neural spikes are decreasing.” A ripple of relief spread through the room. Catherine

“Since we’ve tested and the survival rate is 65, I think we should prepare another candidate. Since the one used will only recover in a long hours, because the heart was weak. And it was our incompetence for not checking the patient profile. But we need to proceed, which this simply told us we can just be picking any random patient and had to be more careful" One of the senior officials finally straightened in his chair, forcing order back into the tension filling the room. “…Before we proceed, we should vote.” That immediately changed the atmosphere. The discussion became official. Structured. Binding. He looked around slowly before continuing. “Those in favor of proceeding with another live trial using the current method, state your position.” For a brief moment, nobody spoke. Then one of the specialists broke the silence. “I support it.” His voice was calm but firm. Another followed shortly after. “We don’t have another option.” A third nodded slowly before speaking. “Sixty-

Days later. The process was going smoothly, Adrian moving from one place fo another trying to make sure things are in order. Catherine moved between teams, checking updates, coordinating logistics, ensuring nothing slowed down. The exhaustion showed in her eyes, but she didn’t stop. Kai handled the operational side, keeping movement efficient, making sure nothing delayed Adrian’s work. Even when things seemed to stall, he found ways to keep everything moving. The latest trial showed a stable response. The room went quiet as the data finalized. One of the specialists spoke, almost in disbelief. “…It’s degrading.” Another confirmed, checking the readings again “It’s not resisting… it’s breaking down.” Catherine looked toward Adrian, her voice barely above a whisper. “…Is this it?” Adrian didn’t answer immediately. He stepped closer, reviewing the final sequence one more time. “…This is it, we actually get there.” The words came with so much excitement. Everyone was so excited b