Family resting room.
Mrs. Newsom and her children waited anxiously on the side—
They had been waiting for hours. Traveling from California to New York had already worn them out, not to mention the disappointment they felt back at the hospital in California.
With dark circles under their eyes, they leaned wearily against chairs and walls, the air thick with silent anxiety.
The hospital in California had told them that the Governor's condition was very bad, and even if he were saved, there was a high chance he might become a vegetable.
Or end up a fool, in any case, the brain damage was severe.
Given the situation, they had no choice but to trust the proposal of the International Gene Cooperation Company: using experimental technology to take an aggressive approach to treat his brain nerves.
But experimental technology is, after all, experimental. It felt more like a last-ditch effort; no one knew what the outcome would be.
Snap.
The door to the surgical room opened.
