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.

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