The old man chuckled, his voice lighter than it had been in years. "White, of course. I always play the aggressor."
Noah nodded, a grin spreading across his face as he took the black pieces. He sat down opposite the old man, adjusting his chair to face him. The room remained silent, a mixture of awe, confusion, and gratitude hanging in the air.
Dr. Ray, who had been standing in stunned silence until now, finally found his voice. "I don't understand this. Medically, there's no way…"
Noah glanced up at him, his eyes sharp. "Not everything can be explained by medical textbooks, Doc."
"But there must be some scientific explanation! I mean, this goes beyond—"
"Let it go, Ray." Adam interrupted, his tone firm. "Right now, all that matters is that my father is standing and he's well. We'll figure out the 'how' later."
