Caden lay unconscious in a VIP ward in East Swinton Hospital.

He was pale, and his breathing was weak. His heartbeat was slow, and his body felt cold to the touch. At a glance, he looked like he was dead.

A group of specialists were in the ward, whispering among themselves. They were discussing his condition and thinking of all the possible treatment methods they could use.

But after a long time, they came up with nothing. None of them could suggest a treatment plan.

Lily, Sheila, Vivian, and Evan stood at the side. There was nothing they could do except panic.

"Dr. Johnson, how's my husband's condition? Can you treat him?" Lily finally asked after seeing how they had discussed for a long time and yet still unable to come up with anything.

"Mr. Caden's condition is weird. We've gone through all our medical books but couldn't find any condition matching his symptoms. Our hands are tied."

Dr. Johnson, the most senior among the doctors, shook his head helplessly. He had never seen