Chapter One- Hundred And Thirty Three

In the operating room, a tense silence enveloped Ryan and Draco as they sought answers in each other’s eyes. The atmosphere, though awkward, held an unusual calm, given the gravity of their task—a surgery to fight cancer.

"The blood flare technique was the only technique I had learned from my father. It was a technique with a variety of dangers but the only method to cure cancer from my knowledge." Ryan scoffed, he continued, disdain evident in his voice, explaining the blood flare technique inherited from his father.

The lady could be heard wailing outside the theater. Ryan couldn't keep it in; he felt quite bad for this lady in question.

Unable to ignore the external turmoil, Ryan’s sympathy surfaced. His gaze shifted to the woman on the table, her hands extended, stained with the ominous black blood.

It wasn't going to be easy to cure the woman's cancer after all; it was a Stage IV cancer Leukaemia.

"Are you going to stand there and watch me while this old woman dies, or would