บท 1207: Chapter 1201: Swords Drawn and Bows Bent, Ruth Dawn's Question!_1

That afternoon, William Cole bounced off the hospital bed, alive and well.

He sliced open his palm and fresh red blood dripped out from inside.

He was filled with strength and felt refreshed throughout his being, and what's more, after a brief concentration, his X-ray eyes returned to their original functionality.

After a complete check-up, the doctor looked at the report in his hand with a puzzled expression, "How can this be?"

"You clearly had symptoms of sepsis, which couldn't possibly be cured unless you had a full bone marrow transplant."

"Even with a full bone marrow transplant, there's no one who can match your type."

"How… how are you fine?"

The doctor was incredulous, with eyes wide.

He was shaking all over, as if he had seen a ghost, and he believed that this incident was something his lifelong learning could not explain.

"Director Dawn, who exactly did you summon, this saintly figure?"

"And what method was used to detoxify?"