Chapter 1370
Serena held the specialized neural data charts she had compiled using her grandmother’s inherited research. As she reviewed the data and walked toward the other critical care patients, a skeletal, trembling hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.
The grip was weak, but it carried an overwhelming, desperate intensity.
Serena paused and looked down.
An elderly man who had just regained consciousness was staring at her, his cloudy eyes burning with an intense light.
It was Dr. Geoffrey Grant, Elyndor’s legendary neurologist who had been rescued from the underground facility by the Dragon-Thorn Squad. Five years ago, the academic world had mourned his tragic, supposedly accidental death.
Dr. Grant’s gaze was locked onto the modified neural data charts in Serena’s hands. When he had groggily opened his eyes, he had watched this young woman flawlessly execute a complex neural-stimulation procedure on a fellow expert.
The methodology p>
It was too familiar.
His lips trembled violently.
“Aria… Aria Wynn p>
The old man’s voice was hoarse, his eyes instantly turning red.
At the sound of that name, Serena froze.
Her gaze hardened, and for the first time, a visible ripple of emotion broke through her icy exterior. “You knew Aria Wynn p>
Tears spilled from Dr. Grant’s eyes. His chest heaved with such violent agitation that the heart monitor began to beep frantically. “How… how are you related to her p>
“Young lady, the neural pathway deductions, the precise methodology you just used… I would never mistake it. Never p>
“What… what is your relationship with Chief Engineer Wynn? I worked under her! She was the lead engineer for Elyndor’s Project Genesis! We built the foundational data for the Neural Synapse Interface with her p>
Chief Engineer.
Those words crashed into Serena’s heart with an immense weight.
Dr. Grant’s tears fell freely, his voice growing more frantic. “The Obsidian Sun wanted that data… They anted slaughtered my entire family and dragged me down here. For years they tortured me, forcing meto recreate the Neural Synapse Interface from thirty years ago p>
“But they don’t understand p>
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“They never understood what Chief Engineer Wynn was truly trying to achieve p>
The legendary doctor sobbed, entirely overwhelmed by his emotions.
Serena’s expression softened
slightly. She reached out, gently
pressing down on the back of his
hand With a quick, precise
anerve cluster on his wrist, she forced his racing heart to calm down.
“Please, try not to get agitated,” she said softly. “Your body can’t handle extreme emotional spikes right now. Rest for a moment. Once I’ve treated the others, we will talk p>
Dr. Grant nodded vigorously, though the tears refused to stop.
Looking at Serena, it was as if he were seeing the brilliant, unstoppable woman from thirty years ago, standing under the laboratory lights and leading their team into the future.
“Okay. Okay! I’ll wait p>
“I will definitely wait for you p>
Even as Serena moved on to treat
the other experts, Dr. Grant
struggled to calm down. But he
didn’t dare interrupt her. He simply leaned against his pillows, his eyes tracking her every movement. refusing to took away for a single second.
In the bustling chaos of the intensive care ward, no one noticed a cleaner pushing a
bio-hazard disposal cart in the corner.
The cleaner shot a swift, dark glance toward Dr. Grant’s bed.
Keeping his head down, he continued pushing the cart, blending in perfectly with the rest of the frantic hospital staff.