The patients before her were not just recovering, but thriving—an outcome that defied the bleak predictions they had faced.
It felt incredibly strange.
Liz's sense of amazement grew with each examination. These individuals, once at death's door, now radiated vitality.
Even Liz herself couldn't comprehend what was happening to these patients. She searched for a logical explanation within the realm of medical science, but came up empty-handed.
They looked well. In fact, remarkably well. Nothing like someone who had been on the brink of death.
Liz felt utterly perplexed. She had studied many puzzling cases involving patients with rare ailments, but this one was on a different level altogether.
Could it be possible that the ancient prophecy held some truth? The idea gnawed at Liz's rational mind, a proposition that stretched the boundaries of her scientific understanding.
The notion of an elixir, a "Blood of The Moon," that could miraculously heal any affliction seemed almost fantastical, a relic from a realm of myths and legends.
The Moonchild Prophecy spoke of an ancient prediction—a "Blood of the Moon" of uncertain form—that could heal all diseases and bestow immortality.
It conjured visions of beings akin to vampires, living for centuries with unchanging youthful appearances.
Liz grappled with the enigma of the prophecy. She lacked knowledge of the form this "Blood of the Moon" took or the method to find it.
Yet, a strong intuition told her that this hospital might hold this elusive substance.
But why would they hide such a groundbreaking and phenomenal breakthrough in the realm of medicine?
Liz's mind whirled with confusion and curiosity.
And then there was the matter of Professor Marcus.
Could he be complicit in concealing this truth?
The questions seemed to multiply, forming a complex web of intrigue that Liz was determined to untangle.
Exhausted from her rounds, Liz leaned against the hospital wall, letting out a long sigh. She purchased a bottle of water from a vending machine and took a sip. She felt a mixture of weariness and uncertainty settle within her.
What should she do next?
Could she approach the nurses or doctors for answers?
Yet, even if they were willing to be honest, they might only provide vague information.
After all, if they were open to an interview, the mystery might have been resolved by now!
Liz had been met with silence, leaving her no choice but to venture further into the field herself to uncover the truth.
As she recalled her recent encounters and experiences, she couldn't help but feel the irony of it all. From facing the threat of wild wolves to becoming imprinted by Gabriel, her life had taken a series of unexpected turns.
With a heart full of concern, Liz contemplated Lucian's situation. The man continued to suffer, his complaints about numbness in his legs and arms growing more pronounced.
The invisible thorns that seemed to pierce his swollen body inflicted agony, and Liz couldn't bear to see him grimacing in pain. How unfortunate Lucian was! His suffering was real and profound.
What was she to do now?
However, it was as if Gabriel's recent words in Professor Marcus's office echoed once again in her mind...
"Your wounds should have healed completely, Liz. Why are you still wearing bandages on your face and hands?" Gabriel's whisper was so close, it sent shivers down Liz's spine.
Liz's heart raced as her mind replayed Gabriel's haunting words. With a sudden burst of determination, she sprang to her feet, her heart pounding in her chest.
Without a second thought, she hurried toward the bathroom, her steps quick and purposeful. She entered the small space, her reflection staring back at her with anticipation.
Her trembling hands moved with urgency as she began to unravel the layers of bandages that covered her face and hands.
The sterile scent of medical adhesive filled the air, creating an atmosphere of both trepidation and hope. As each layer of dressing fell away, a mixture of anticipation and disbelief took hold of her.
With bated breath, Liz peeled back the last layer, revealing her skin underneath. Her eyes widened in sheer astonishment.
The wounds that had adorned her face and hands, a testament to her encounter with wild wolves, were gone—completely vanished, as if they had never existed.
Her skin, once marred by injury, now bore not a single mark. It was smooth, flawless, and imbued with an unblemished vitality.
A tidal wave of emotions surged through Liz. Confusion mingled with awe, creating a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations.
Her fingers brushed over her skin as if to confirm the reality of what she was seeing. It was a revelation that defied all logical explanation, a phenomenon that transcended the boundaries of her understanding.
Liz leaned against the bathroom sink, her breath catching as she absorbed the enormity of the moment.
The inexplicable healing that had transformed her body left her standing on the precipice of discovery, faced with questions that seemed to spiral endlessly.
The resolute determination in Liz's eyes burned brightly as she stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Her words, uttered with a mix of conviction and fervor, resonated within the confined space. The room seemed to pulse with an energy born from her unwavering resolve.
"I will uncover it. I will find it!" Liz's voice carried a sense of urgency and purpose, as if she were making a solemn vow to herself and to the forces that had brought her to this pivotal moment.
Her fingers gripped the edge of the sink, her reflection seemingly echoing her determination.
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