Chapter 82 He Needs More Serum

• "Organ failure is slowing down. It's slowing down!" the old man with white hair and Bill exclaimed excitedly, their eyes locked on the subtle shifts in the monitor's readouts—patterns only experts could recognize.
• "Seriously? Bill, are you sure you're not seeing things?" Tiger, standing next to Bill, grabbed his arm and asked bluntly, though the slight tremor in his hand betrayed how tightly wound he was.
• "I'm not seeing things. It's real... Wait... no... what the hell is this?" Bill's voice hardened as his initial excitement gave way to concern.