The liquid seeping from the wounds gleamed with a faint, dim gold under the lights.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. medics tried to inject him with a hemostatic agent, but the moment it touched his skin, it was rejected and vaporized as instantly as a drop of water on a red-hot iron plate.
Lynn put on sterile gloves and pushed the door open.
The instant he stepped into the isolation chamber, All-Things Diagnosis activated silently.
[Automatic diagnosis initiated--] [Patient: ??? (unknown humanoid life-form)] [Injury assessment:] [1. Comminuted fractures of the fourth through eighth ribs on the left side, accompanied by severe internal bleeding. Bone fragments have pierced the lung.] [2. Penetrating abdominal injury. Energy burns have caused partial intestinal necrosis.] [3. Multiple Grade II blunt-force injuries across the body. Extensive muscle fiber rupture.] [4. Core abnormality: a high-dimensional energy source (divine power?) within the body has been forcibly stripped away, leaving the genetic structure in a state of partial failure. Cellular regeneration has nearly come to a halt.] [Overall fatality rate: 97%] [Estimated time until natural death: 45 minutes.]
The section concerning the genetic sequence on the system panel was flooded with strings of "???" and garbled characters. All-Things Diagnosis's database had no matching template whatsoever.
[Warning! Unknown Asgardian genetic sequence detected! Bone density is 7.2 times that of an Earth human! Cells contain high-dimensional bioenergy that is currently deteriorating!]
Lynn's gaze fell upon the handsome face twisted in pain, and he slowly adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
Now this was truly a treasure he had stumbled upon.
"He's dying."
Lynn's voice was not loud, but in the quiet isolation chamber, everyone outside heard it clearly.
Coulson and several S.H.I.E.L.D. medical experts changed expressions.
"We've tried everything." An elderly doctor with a full head