Clack, clack, clack—Jill Young strode down the long corridor, her heels ringing sharply against the floor. Dream Monroe hurried after her, both wearing serious expressions and moving quickly. Eternal Night Holdings Group naturally had its own medical center, but since it also handled experimental research with high confidentiality, it was built in a secluded spot far from the city.
From the outside, it might look pretty ordinary, but step inside and you’re hit with a wave of sci-fi vibes.
These days, among Eternal Night’s many research bases, the top fields are machinery, ships, weapons, and power systems. Since Jill Young—the boss—is a total "battle maniac," the whole company gives off major tough-guy vibes, leading the pack in weapons development and sprinting full speed ahead into the world of "black-tech."
On the flip side, for all sorts of reasons, the medical and biological research teams are lagging behind—they started late and haven’t really put out any cutting-edge products yet.
But hey, we’ve got cash to burn. So when it comes to equipment and hardware, this medical center is straight-up dreamy. Any specialist who walks in and uses this dazzling array of gear can boost their skills by a solid 150 percent. All in all, the center’s standards are right up there with the best in the world.
But right now, nurses kept dashing up and down the corridor, panic written all over their faces—anxious, scared, and totally lost. Crash! Two equipment carts collided at the corner, and with a chorus of startled shouts, surgical instruments clattered all over the floor.
"What are you all panicking for!" Jill Young frowned and barked, "Everyone, calm down!"
Boom—everyone felt like thunder was rumbling in their ears. For a split second, their minds went blank from the sheer shock. But weirdly enough, after that moment of emptiness, it was like a bunch of scattered soldiers suddenly hearing their drill instructor’s familiar, stern shout—their nerves actually settled down quite a bit.
"Yes, ma’am!" The fallen nurse scrambled up, some started cleaning up, others re-sterilized, and the pre-packed meds that didn’t need disinfecting were rushed straight to the emergency room at the end of the hall. Jill Young’s gaze swept over those medicine bags—a bunch of labels in weird foreign languages she couldn’t read, but she instinctively knew these weren’t your everyday meds.
These were all heavy-duty drugs for critical emergencies.
"Your Majesty, you're here!" Abo rushed over from the end of the corridor, and seeing Jill Young, he seemed to find his backbone and grew much calmer.
"What's going on?" Jill Young asked decisively. "How's Jonathan now?"
"Your Majesty, the boss isn’t doing so well..." Abo jogged alongside Jill Young, lowering his voice. "According to reports, half an hour ago the boss suddenly fainted. He was rushed here immediately, and the doctors have been trying to save him, but there’s been no sign of improvement."
Jill Young’s ears twitched at some ominous sounds, and she immediately frowned. Bang! She shoved open the isolation door and strode toward the emergency room. The room was separated by special glass, allowing outsiders to observe the situation inside. With a glance, Jill Young took in everything clearly.
Not bothering with the sweaty doctors and nurses, Jill Young’s gaze locked onto the heart monitor. The long "beeeeeep" sounded like the death angel’s trumpet, and the ECG was a flat line—Jonathan’s heart and breathing had stopped!
Squeak, squeak—the doctors worked frantically inside, performing continuous chest compressions, while the ventilator pumped without pause. But no matter how they tried, Jonathan showed no sign of revival; the ECG was as straight as a scythe’s slash of death.
"What’s going on!" Jill Young’s eyebrows knitted tightly. "How did he faint?"
"Your Majesty, I’m not sure. I only know the boss collapsed in the shipyard." Abo replied succinctly. "Preliminary tests show no injuries or signs of poisoning; the exact cause is unclear, but it probably wasn’t an attack."
"Not an attack?" Jonathan’s physique is superhuman—how could he collapse for no reason? Plus, with Dragon Elephant Fourth Tier vitality, even if he were ambushed, his survival ability far exceeds normal people; he should stay conscious, no matter what! This doesn’t add up!
Something’s wrong—definitely something’s wrong!