Unconscious and Unwaking! The Venom Dragon's Corpse!

Imperial Capital.

Martial Arts Research Institute.

Top-Secret Special Care Medical Center.

The piercing alarms had been ringing for three full days.

The harsh white light of the surgical lamps shone down on the icy operating table.

Lin Yuan lay there without a trace of life.

His body was covered in tubes of all sizes.

Pale blue, highly concentrated nutrient solution was being frantically pumped into his veins through thick IV lines.

Inside the transparent life-support chamber, spiritual energy so dense it was nearly impossible to disperse had turned into white mist, enveloping his entire body.

But.

A full seventy-two hours had passed.

The lines on the various vital-sign monitors remained as still as stagnant water.

If not for the occasional, barely perceptible fluctuation, he looked exactly like a corpse.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The heart-rate monitor emitted its monotonous deathly tone.

Fully equipped medical staff hurried back and forth, their footsteps rushed and chaotic.

A heavy gloom hung over every face.

"Pump Three is overloaded!"

"Raise the output of Spiritual Energy Valve Five by another fifteen percent!"

"No! The patient's cells are consuming it too quickly. The nutrient solution can't keep up!"

Hua Ying, head of the Medical Department, was drenched in sweat.

The seventy-year-old chief military physician of Dragon Country could not stop her hands from trembling.

She stared at the wildly fluctuating data before her, her eyes filled with horror.

It was too bizarre.

This was not a physiological phenomenon a human should have!

Suddenly.

The doors to the emergency room slid open to either side.

Elder Zhan stormed in with great strides, his tiger-like eyes bloodshot.

His general's uniform had not even been pressed, and it was covered in wrinkles.

Behind him came Old Li, the ashen-faced head of the Research Department, as well as Su Qingxue, whose expression warned