I listened to my sister's words today.

Jiang Ling sat at a table bathed in dim light, her fingers gently flipping through thick historical documents, causing the paper to make a slight rustling sound.

His eyes wandered between the densely packed words.

She had only a vague understanding of these complicated historical records, but the genetic comparison chart embedded in them was like a depth bomb, hitting her nerves.

99.9% gene pair ratio.

This number hit her mind like a bolt of thunder.

I stared at the picture intently, my palms gradually began to sweat, and my mind was full of thoughts but I couldn't make sense of them.

"Why is this happening?"

She murmured softly, her voice filled with confusion and anxiety. She checked again, but the numbers were blinding, and a suffocating heaviness rose in her chest.

At this moment, a faint warmth came from her chest, sudden and warm, as if an invisible hand gently patted her heart, dispelling some of the depression.

I subconsciously reached into my pocket and my fingertips touched something soft. Then I remembered that it was the feather the little guy gave me last time.

Jiang Ling slowly took out the feather, placed it in the palm of his hand, and squeezed it gently.

The feathers are not big, and are crystal white all over, with a faint golden glow on the edges, as if condensed from moonlight.

Warmth flowed continuously from the feathers, seeping into her skin along her fingertips, as if soothing her disordered emotions.

Staring at it blankly, the irritability in my heart strangely subsided.

"You are much more sensible than your master."

Jiang Ling smiled slightly, with a hint of complicated emotions in her eyes.

The voice was extremely soft, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility, but it also sounded like it was talking to Feather, or talking to itself.

She rubbed the feather against her cheek. The warm touch was so comforting, as if all the troubles in the world were nothing to be afraid of.

After calming down a little, she took a deep breath, carefully put the feather back into her chest pocket, and gently patted her chest with her palms, as if the feather was some kind of invisible amulet.

Then, he raised his head again, his eyes regained some sharpness, as if the oppressive cloud just now had never existed.

The handwriting on the documents is still complicated, and the numbers on the gene comparison chart are still eye-catching.

The real answer still needs to be revealed by her herself.

An invisible pressure seemed to gather in the air, and the warmth of the feathers was like sparks in the dim light.

It was beating stubbornly in Jiang Ling's heart, as if waiting for an opportunity to ignite a real storm.

After calming down, Jiang Ling pushed open the door of the conference room.

The noisy sound suddenly rushed into his ears, like a turbulent current hitting him in an instant.

Outside the door, the entire outpatient department was in chaos.

Several emotionally excited family members were kneeling in front of the medical team, their eyes blurred with tears and their voices trembling with tearing sounds.

"Please, doctor, save my son!"

A mother fell to the ground with a thud, her forehead hitting the ground with a dull thud, her voice almost choked with sobs.

"He's only twenty-two! He really can't die!"

On the other side, a middle-aged woman grabbed the nurse's sleeve with such force that the nurse almost staggered back a step.

"Please, my husband is still lying there and no one is taking care of him! Where are the doctors? Where are all the doctors?"

These pleading cries came one after another, mixed with the noisy voices in the outpatient hall.

Several doctors stood by, their expressions tense, yet they could not hide their anger.

Finally, one of the young doctors couldn't help but raise his voice, his tone filled with extremely suppressed anger.

"Your family members' lives are lives! Are the lives of us medical staff not lives? Why didn't you tell us in advance that I had HIV?!"

This sentence was like a match, instantly igniting the other person's long-accumulated emotions.

"What do you mean? We don't want this to happen either! But my son is lying there waiting for help, and you can't bear to watch him die?"

The mother retorted at the top of her lungs, her words filled with accusations and hatred.

The dispute between the two sides quickly escalated, with voices growing louder and louder.

More and more people gathered around, and the entire clinic was like a boiling oil pan, full of noise.

At this time, the dean hurried over from the other side. When he saw the chaotic scene in front of him, he frowned and stepped forward to mediate.

Before he could say anything, the medical team stood in front of him, trying to separate the emotional family members and doctors.

Jiang Ling, who was standing aside, nodded slightly with a cold look, as if she didn't care about all this.

He turned slightly to signal the dean to come in.

"Let him in."

The dean quickly walked up to Jiang Ling and apologized in a low voice, "Mr. Jiang, I'm so sorry to interrupt your consultation."

Jiang Ling put his hands in his pockets, his voice calm as if he was talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

"what's the situation?"

"A bus just flipped over and it was a serious collision."

The dean explained in a low voice.

"Originally, the two hospitals were to share the patients, but during the rescue process, two patients were diagnosed as HIV carriers."

"Because there was no advance notice, most doctors in the emergency department were exposed to the risk of infection, resulting in the emergency department being almost paralyzed."

"The family members couldn't get treatment, so they came to the outpatient department and started making trouble."

Jiang Ling raised her eyebrows slightly, her expression showing no emotion at all, and her tone remained calm.

"Then dispatch doctors from other hospitals to solve the problem."

The dean sighed, his tone filled with helplessness and anxiety.

"Mr. Jiang, you're right. We've already started scheduling, but the problem is, it takes time."

"Plus, there's a traffic jam on the road right now, so some doctors can't make it in time..."

When Jiang Ling heard this, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

He glanced at the noisy scene outside and said coldly, "Then let them wait."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to the meeting room, his movements were quick and decisive, without a trace of hesitation.

The moment the door closed, the noise outside seemed to be isolated.

The medical team also came in. Jiang Ling sat down again and casually opened the medical records.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just an insignificant episode, not even a ripple in his heart.

"Tell me, how much do you know about the structure of the human body?"

"Master of the house."

The person opposite stood straight, his voice slightly nervous.

"At present, we still don't have a complete understanding of the young lady's body structure."

"We can only rely on CT scans and other one-sided imaging data to sketch out some rough outlines..."

Before he finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The other party seemed to notice the omission in his tone and quickly added.

"But if anything were to happen to Miss, we have a complete understanding of the first aid procedures and have conducted several simulation drills to ensure that nothing goes wrong!"

After a moment of contemplation, Jiang Ling turned to John, who was standing beside him, and said, "Go collect the fossils of the ancient cat beast, completely piece them together and restore them, and then use 3D technology to draw an accurate model."

John was startled, but didn't dare to ask any more questions. He immediately nodded and replied, "Yes."

Immediately afterwards, a "ding" sound was heard in the air.

A moment later, everyone present received the same document package.

"Open."

Everyone clicked on it, and a series of high-definition images suddenly appeared on the screen - they were CT scans and MRI images of some kind of creature.

The delicate texture is interwoven like a spider web, the bone lines are winding and undulating, and the tiny grooves at the joints and even the tiniest cracks are clearly visible.

Someone murmured in amazement: "Is this... the young lady's beast form?"

Before anyone could think about it, Jiang Ling's voice sounded again.

"Every detail is carefully studied, and no possible hidden dangers are allowed to be missed."

He glanced at everyone, his cold gaze cutting through the subtle expressions on everyone's face like a sharp blade.