The night was thick and dark. At the airport in the early hours of the morning,n strode toward his waiting Gulfstream G650 private jet. Gavin followed closely behind, giving instructions to the pickup team in Kingston.


    Once inside the cabin, Gavin chose a seat that was neither too close nor too far. He carefully observed his boss''s expression, which was uncharacteristically solemn.


    He couldn''t guess what could have happened in Kingston.


    At two in the morning, the Gulfstream G650nded smoothly at Kingston


    International Airport. The cabin door opened, andn descended the airstairs. Three mysterious ck sedans were already waiting beside the ne, with several middle-aged men in ck suits standing by.


    "Mr. Goodwin, please," the man in the lead said respectfully, stepping forward.


    Gavin instinctively tried to follow, but two other men blocked his way. "Sorry, only Mr. Goodwin is invited."


    Gavin stood there, his heart filled with uncertainty. The people who hade to pick up his boss clearly had an extraordinary status.


    Meanwhile,n sat in the car, gazing at the rapidly receding night scenery outside the window, his expression grave.


    The convoy headed toward a private area behind Ashford Medical University. When the cars came to a stop,n got out and saw another car pull up sharply. He paused for a moment and saw Chancellor Maxwell stepped out, an air of exhaustion about him.


    He didn''t seem surprised to seen.


    n, you''re here. Let''s go in," he said.


    "Mr. Goodwin, Chancellor Maxwell, pleasee in." A middle-aged man with a grim expression pushed open the door to the hospital room.


    The room was filled with the smell


    of disinfectant, and various monitoring machines beeped rhythmically. Garth Ellington stood by the hospital bed. The man who was usually a dignified Vice O President was now just a queving father.


    "Mansfield and his rescue team engaged with a terrorist organization for three days and sessfully rescued all the hostages. But during the final evacuation, he was hit by a


    close-range explosion wovel,


    covering


    for an injured team member-"


    It had been a long time sincen had admired anyone, but Mansfield was definitely one of them.


    Chancellor Maxwell said gravely, "The panel of experts has already consulted. The situation is not optimistic. Mr. Ellington is in a deepa, and the doctors can''t determine if he will ever wake up."


    The room fell silent. Ian stared at the unconscious Mansfield, his feelingsplicated.


    This man was his rival in love, but at this moment, he felt a deep sense of regret. "Mr. Vice President, what do you need me to do?"n asked Garth.


    Garth took a deep breath. "Mansfield''s condition demands the highest level of care. We need not only top neurologists, but also your brainputer interface research to help bring him back."


    Chancellor Maxwell nodded heavily.


    "The experts all agree that Mr. Ellington is in a vegetative state. Conventional medical treatment can only maintain his vital signs, but to wake him up" He looked at an senously, Right now, only your brainputer interface research can create that miracle."


    "As long as there is a one percent chance, I will put in one hundred percent of the effort," Garth said, his voice choking. "I absolutely cannot give up."