Twenty minutes later, a formally dressed man in a black suit, rimmed glasses resting neatly on his nose, stepped into the room carrying a medical case. Clara followed closely behind him.

“Master Reed,” the man greeted with a slight bow.

Reed gave a curt nod, his gaze never leaving Aria. “Check her.”

The doctor moved immediately, placing his case down beside the bed before beginning his examination.

He checked her pulse, her temperature, then gently lifted her eyelids. His expression gradually turned serious as he continued, pressing lightly against her wrist and observing her condition.

After a few moments, he exhaled softly.

“She’s extremely stressed… physically and emotionally drained,” he...