"Leave it to me," Shanley said, his gaze steady on her. He turned to Felton and Flint. "Contact the private hospital under the Schwartz Group. Have Saskia transferred there immediately. And have all the top neurosurgeons on standby."


    "Let''s go. The doctors here will handle the transfer," Shanley said, gently taking Juniper''s hand. A flicker of pain crossed his eyes. The girl he knew was always so carefree and fearless; he had never seen her this helpless before. It broke his heart.


    Juniper came back to herself. Looking down at their intertwined hands, a bit of warmth seeped back into her cold body, and the crushing anxiety began to subside.


    "Okay," she murmured, letting him lead her out.


    ...


    The Schwartz Group''s private hospital was the pinnacle of medical care in Era City, boasting top specialists from around the world and state-of-the-art equipment.


    "Based on the current results, the sess rate for this surgery is only twenty percent," a neurosurgery specialist said, looking through the reports. "I''ve heard rumors of someone seeding before, but it''s just that—a rumor."


    "Who?" Shanley asked, his voice cold.


    "Nocturne," the specialist replied, his tone a mix of reverence and hesitation. "But this person has never shown their face. They say Nocturne has the skill to snatch patients from the jaws of death. There was a case in a neighboring state—a respected elder, critically ill with a cerebral hemorrhage. Every hospital had given up. Nocturne operated and saved him. The man is still alive today."


    Nocturne often published medical insights and treatment methods online, earning the deep respect of doctors and medical students alike. Some even affectionately called Nocturne a ''miracle worker.''


    "But no one knows where to find Nocturne. Nocturne''s identity is aplete mystery."


    Nocturne? Shanley''s brow furrowed


    at the name. He''d heard of this person before. When his grandfather''s health was failing and he kept fainting, they had consulted Countless doctors to no avail He had tasked Cybeic Shadows with finding this miracle doctor, but they came up empty. If Cybeic Shadows couldn''t find them, did they even exist?


    Standing nearby, Juniper''s eyshes fluttered for a moment as she listened to their conversation, but she showed no other reaction.


    "Mr. Schwartz," the specialist asked, "you asked us to prepare for surgery earlier. Have you found a suitable surgeon?"


    Saskia''s condition required surgery tonight, but as far as he knew, no one in the country was willing to take on such a risky procedure.


    "Yes," Shanley nodded, looking at the girl beside him. "She will be performing the operation."


    Tel


    "What?" The specialist thought he must have misheard. He pushed his sses up his nose and studied the girl. She looked no older than seventeen or eighteen, with a backpack still slung over hero shoulder. She was clearly a student. Hér? The surgeon? Surely Mr. Schwartz was joking!


    "This is a list of everything I need for the surgery. Have it ready within two hours. We operate at five p.m.," Juniper said, ignoring the specialist''s horrified expression as


    she quickly scribbled on a piece of paper.


    The specialist took the list,


    tell if Mr. Schwartz was trying to


    save this patient or kill her. If he


    wanted to save! her, how could he let


    like


    Faslip of a giris into an


    operating room? It was utterly absurd.


    "Do as she says," Shanley urged, his voice firm, seeing the doctor hesitate.


    "Yes."