The conundrum occupied her thoughts as she navigated the hospital's corridors. Her instincts as a medical student told her that there had to be a rational explanation, even if it defied conventional understanding.
Through the documents she had meticulously examined, Liz had noticed the deteriorating heartbeats and the extent of damage to the organs.
Their bodies had resembled mere shells, a skeletal framework of what they once were. Once more, the sudden and drastic recoveries stood as an enigma, a stark deviation from the expected trajectory of their illnesses.
Could there be something the hospital was providing the patients? Liz pondered this as she walked, her footsteps echoing in the corridor.
The notion of a hidden factor, a unique treatment, or an unconventional intervention crossed her mind.
Liz shook her head softly. "No. Nevertheless, I must see it with my own eyes before entertaining those ancient prophecies again!" She murmured with genuine determination.
In a vivid flashback, Liz found herself rummaging through an old library. The air was thick with dust, and the scent of aged paper surrounded her as she meticulously searched through volumes of forgotten tomes.
One day, amidst the stacks, her fingers brushed against a leather-bound book that seemed almost out of place.
Its pages were yellowed with age, and the title "Blood of The Moon" was embossed in elegant script.
As she leafed through the book, her eyes widened in astonishment. The words on its pages spoke of a legendary elixir, rumored to possess the power to cure any ailment that plagued humanity.
The revelation was staggering—such a remedy would rewrite the very fabric of medicine. But intertwined with this knowledge was another prophecy, one that spoke of the birth of a "Moonchild" who would bridge worlds and bring about a new era of healing.
The ramblings of an ancient text left Liz torn between skepticism and awe.
Was this a tangible object—an actual elixir she could hold in her hands and administer to the ailing?
Or was it a metaphor, symbolic of a revelation that would usher in a transformative era?
Liz found herself grappling with these thoughts, her rational mind wrestling with the realm of the mystical.
Deep within, she yearned to believe in the potential of the prophecy. Yet, as a scientific mind, she questioned its authenticity.
Her thoughts shifted back to the present as Liz ascended to the second floor, her anticipation growing with every step.
Finally, she arrived at the room where the transferred patients were being cared for. She entered with a mix of hope and curiosity, her eyes scanning the surroundings.
Liz's attention was soon drawn to the health documents she had reviewed earlier. The patients' medical histories were harrowing—advanced-stage blood cancer, pancreatic cancer, and lupus.
They had arrived in a state of extreme frailty, their prognosis bleak, their survival uncertain. Yet, just a few days after their transfer to Wolfdale Academy Hospital, they were showing signs of improvement.
Liz's analytical mind marveled at the rapid progress. She observed them sitting up in their beds, a transformation that was nothing short of astounding.
While they hadn't completely regained their health, the change was undeniable. Liz couldn't help but be struck by the stark contrast between their previous conditions and their current state.
A nurse was seen tending to one of the patients, administering an injection into the girl's arm. Liz approached after the nurse left, carefully greeting the young girl who regarded her with a curious gaze.
"Hello, good afternoon. I'm Liz. Don't be afraid. I'm a doctor, well, I mean I'll be a doctor soon. I'm finishing up my final semester. Can I ask you something?" she inquired softly, standing by the bedside.
Liz was aware she might come across as overly familiar, but there was little choice. The girl, clad in a blue hospital uniform, seemed slightly taken aback as Liz drew closer.
She had inadvertently gone into too much detail about herself due to her nervousness.
The girl hesitantly nodded. "Good afternoon," she replied. Her eyes scanned Liz's appearance from head to toe. Liz was still wearing her lab coat and had forgotten to take it off. The girl, around 15 years old, might have mistaken Liz for one of the doctors. "Yes, of course, you can ask," she added.
"How do you feel now?" Liz asked without preamble. Should she have softened her question? She just wanted to get straight to the point.
"I feel better," the girl answered.
Liz observed the girl's face, noting that it wasn't as pale as before. A faint rosy hue even graced her chubby cheeks.
"Your name is Rue, right?" Liz had read her medical history.
Rue nodded.
"Do you still feel any pain? Is your breathing labored? How about your heartbeat?" Liz couldn't help but ask all these questions, her curiosity and concern evident.
"No, I don't. My body feels a bit weak, but there's no more pain."
Liz nodded in understanding. "May I examine you for a moment?"
Rue hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.
Gently, Liz placed her stethoscope on Rue's chest, listening attentively to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.
She then moved the stethoscope to Rue's back, gauging the sound of her breaths. Liz's professional instincts kicked in as she conducted her examination, noting Rue's pulse and any physical abnormalities.
After a thorough assessment, Liz stepped back, a mixture of curiosity and astonishment on her face. "Your vital signs are remarkably stable. It's truly remarkable how much you've improved in such a short time."
"Thank you," Rue's smile of gratitude warmed the room as Liz stepped away from her bedside. Liz acknowledged Rue's appreciation with a gentle nod before turning her attention to the next patient.
Alright, Rue. Thank you for your cooperation. You can rest now," Liz spoke softly, her voice carrying a soothing reassurance.
She took a moment to ensure Rue was comfortable before moving on to the neighboring beds.
With each patient she examined, Liz's meticulous approach remained unchanged.
She listened to their heartbeats, checked their breath sounds, and took their pulses, all the while her mind racing to connect the dots between their conditions and the phenomenon she had observed.