"Tap, tap, tap..."
The heels of leather shoes struck the cold floor with crisp echoes. With a creak, the Iron Gate opened, and a man in a suit stepped through.
He walked forward and shook hands with the figure in the white coat, then entered the room alongside the Doctor.
As the lights gradually came on, what appeared inside was not a warm hospital ward filled with medical equipment, but iron bars like those of an interrogation room.
A hospital bed stood behind the bars. A patient in a hospital gown lay on it, with both hands and feet secured to the railing. Seeing this, the man in the suit turned his head away, his mouth pulling downward as though he could not bear to look.
The sound of high heels echoed across the floor, accompanied by the clear clinking of keys. Natasha entered the room, glanced at the two of them, and said, "What are you two being so cryptic about?"
After saying that, she walked over, removed the key ring from her waist, and opened the barred door. All three of them entered and approached the bed.
At the head of the bed was a rather unusual machine covered in a series of complex readings. The Doctor in the white coat took out a medical chart and recorded the data, while the suited man covered his face and said, "...Are we really doing the right thing? He looks like he's in so much pain..."
Hearing that, Natasha, who was arranging the curtains, turned to look at the patient on the bed.
The patient looked extremely strange. He had no hair, his eyes were deeply sunken in their sockets, and his skin had a cold, pale hue. At that moment, his mouth hung half-open, his eyes were shut, and