Located at the heart of the city stood a tall, prestigious structure known as Zenith Hospital.
Although it was a medical facility, the interior was no less opulent than a five-star hotel. After all, it was the number one hospital in Astoria, equipped with advanced medical technology, five-star facilities for its patients, and some of the finest doctors in the country.
Yet despite their expertise, the midnight emergency was beyond anything the medical staff had ever seen.
On the VIP floor, that grim reality was written plainly on the faces of everyone who had gathered for one man.
Alec Ross.
It had been three hours since he had been taken into the operating theatre, and the moon had long since faded, giving way to the rising sun over the city.
Everyone's eyes were heavy with exhaustion, yet not a single person had attempted to rest.
All they could do was wait.
