The next morning.
"How is his condition?"
Liehong Mountain stood quietly outside the special care unit. Through the glass window, he looked at Zhou Yuanjue, who lay on the bed covered in bandages, and asked the director of the special hospital beside him.
"Incredible. Truly incredible."
The director of the special hospital was a bald, elderly man in a white coat. He pushed up his glasses and watched the medical staff bustling about inside the room, operating various instruments, his voice filled with amazement.
To have become the director of the Secret Inspection Bureau's special hospital, he was already one of the foremost authorities in Donghua Country's medical field. Furthermore, with access to the Secret Inspection Bureau's special intelligence, he had participated in numerous secret experiments related to Symbionts and had seen countless special cases involving the human body. But he had never seen anything like Zhou Yuanjue's situation before.
