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    “Physically, she’s stable, but mentally… it’s clear she’s been deeply shaken.”


    He continued delicately, “We’ve done aprehensive assessment, and it seems she… she doesn’t react to external stimuli… She… she’s like…”


    “Like what?” Noah interjected sharply.


    “Like… a lifeless statue,” the director finished reluctantly.


    Noah reeled, staggering backward.


    “How could this be?” he murmured, struggling toprehend the reality of the situation.


    Noah rushed into the recovery room.


    There, Sadiey motionless on the bed, her eyes shut, her face ashen, unresponsive to his voice.


    “Sadie! Sadie, wake up! Look at me! It’s Noah,” he called, gripping her hand tightly in desperation. Yet, Sadie showed no sign of awareness.


    “Mr. Wall, please, calm down. Miss Hudson needs her rest now,” the hospital director advised gently. “We rmend consulting a psychologist.”


    “A psychologist?” Noah murmured, a realization dawning on him.


    “Yes, a psychologist! How did I not think of that? Quickly, get me the best psychologists from around the world!”


    “Certainly, Mr. Wall. I’ll arrange that immediately,” the director said, visibly relieved, and quickly exited.


    Noah watched Sadie on the hospital bed, feeling as if his heart were being ripped out.


    He tenderly stroked her cheek and whispered, “Sadie, don’t worry. I’m here for you. I’ll make sure you get better. I promise.”


    Yet, Sadie remained unresponsive, her eyes closed, seemingly lost in a profound darkness.


    Noah sat beside her, burying his face in his hands and taking a deep breath.


    “If only I had arrived sooner, you wouldn’t have gone through so much…” His voice was heavy with regret and remorse. “I’m so sorry, Sadie…” Tears welled up in Noah’s eyes.


    He held Sadie’s hand, repeating his apologies, but there was no response from her.


    She was soon moved to a VIP ward.


    Shortly after, a team of doctors rushed in, led by a distinguished psychologist, Dr. Briggs Turner, who wore gold-rimmed sses and had graying hair.


    Behind him, several younger doctors carried medical equipment.


    “Mr. Wall, this is Dr. Briggs Turner, a top expert in psychology in our country, specializing in post-traumatic stress disorder,” the hospital director said, mopping his brow.


    Noah nodded, motioning for Briggs to start the evaluation.


    Briggs carefully assessed Sadie, inquired about her history, and then performed a series of psychological tests.


    As time slowly passed, Noah waited outside the ward, his anxiety mounting, wishing he could do more to help Sadie escape her darkness. About an hourter, Briggs came out, removing his sses with a serious look.


    “Mr. Wall, Miss Hudson’s prognosis is quite concerning,” he said slowly, each word heavy with implication.


    “What do you mean by ‘concerning’?” Noah’s voice trembled, his mind racing with fear and disbelief.


    “Miss Hudson is currently unresponsive to external stimuli. Our initial evaluation suggests she has severe post-traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD,” Briggs exined.


    “PTSD…” Noah whispered. He was familiar with the term but never imagined it would be associated with Sadie.


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