The security chief pulled up the timestamp and began the playback.
Dr. Wei stood behind him, hands gripping the back of the chair, knuckles white, eyes fixed on the screen.
The neonatal specialist's face had gone completely pale, all color drained away as if someone had pulled a plug.
His hands gripped the desk edge so hard his knuckles had gone white, tendons standing out like cables under his skin.
Security personnel worked frantically at keyboards, pulling up recordings from multiple angles, rewinding, playing, rewinding again.
The first camera angle showed the specialised incubator in the neonatal intensive care unit.
The premature infant lay inside, barely moving, connected to a maze of tubes and wires.
Peaceful.
Still.
Alive.
Then....
The green glow began.
Soft at first. Barely noticeable.
But growing.
Brighter.
Brighter still.
In the footage, the medical staff on duty stumbled backward, hands flying up to shield their eyes from the intensifying radiance.
