The moment he pushed the door open, Jonathan felt chills down his spine, and his breathing turned heavy.

Through the glass window, he could see Belle's pale face, and her tiny body was injected with multiple infusion tubes. She laid motionlessly on the operating table, as she called out weakly with her eyes closed, "Mommy, my Mommy is missing. Please, help me find my Mommy!"

The doctors, donned sterile attire, were assessing Belle's heartbeat, blood pressure, and other conditions. They wore serious expressions on their faces as they occasionally whispered to each other, nodding and shaking their heads from time to time.

Jonathan could tell that Belle's illness must have...