Soon after, Rowan and Wesley returned, their expressions turning to surprise upon seeing Marco.


    Realizing he had timely delivered the required blood, their faces held a mix of emotions.


    Despite their connections, procuring the blood would have taken them a minimum of two hours. Time


    was of the essence, and they couldn’t afford to wait.


    Even though they weren’t fans of Marco, Rowan and Wesley had to begrudgingly ept that it was


    Marco who hade to their aid.


    As dawn painted the sky, the red light of the operation room flickered to green.


    At the doorway, Marco stood, maintaining a silent vigil for Loraine throughout the dark hours.


    Exhaustion overwhelmed Loraine, and she could no longer fight off sleep. In the middle of the night,


    she drifted off, only to awaken and discover herself wearing Marco’s coat. To her surprise, Rowan and


    Wesley, without uttering a word, allowed Marco to sit beside her, epting his presence without


    objection.


    With a heart heavy with emotions, she expressed her gratitude to Marco, noting the shadows under his


    eyes. Her gaze then anxiously swept back to the operation room.


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    Silently, Marco sped her hand, giving it aforting squeeze.


    The moment the operation room doors swung open, they simultaneously rose, tension coiled within


    them.


    Removing his mask, the doctor faced them, a broad smile lighting his features. “Congrattions. The


    operation went off without a hitch, thanks Largely to the prompt arrival of the bloodst night.”


    Tears welled up in Loraine’s eyes, a tidal wave of relief washing over her. She cast a deeply grateful


    look at Marco. Simultaneously, Rowan and Wesley exhaled in relief.


    “But…”


    The doctor’s word hung in the air, instantly refilling the room with tension.


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    “Considering Mr. Torres’ old age and his unique blood type, coupled with the current limitations of the


    eighth-generation operating robot, we are unable to proceed with the surgery for an extended duration.


    As a result, we couldn’t fully eliminate the clots, leaving behind some remnants that pose a temporary


    risk to his health and have the potential to trigger an attack at any given moment.”


    As his words sank in, Loraine’splexion nched. Anxiety creased her brow.


    “So, what’s the n now?”


    “Unfortunately, our present technology doesn’t offer an immediate solution. The best course of action


    would be constant monitoring to ensure the clots don’t deteriorate and to promptly intervene with


    treatment if necessary.”


    Wasn’t this akin to a ticking time bomb?


    With each passing day, Aldo continued to age. How could she treat his health as a mere gamble? If his


    condition truly worsened, it would be toote for any effective treatment. How many more surgeries


    could his frail body endure?


    Suddenly, Marco interjected, “While the eighth-generation robot might be unable to perform the


    surgery, would the ninth-generation robot suffice?”


    The doctor, taken aback, adjusted his sses and replied, “In theory, yes, but the ninth generation


    hasn’t been developed yet.”


    In aposed tone, Marco conveyed, “The ninth generation has been sessfully developed,


    although it hasn’t been implemented yet.”