Backstage of the venue, emergency medical room.
The fluorite spotlight illuminated the operating table.
Julius was covered in blood, barely breathing, completely in shock, gradually losing vital signs.
"Few people are this ruthless in the finals, except through Life Alchemy, there's no other way to save him."
Mask, gloves, sterile clothing.
About ten doctors gathered around, quickly discussing clinical plans.
Because it's an emergency rescue room, only survival is guaranteed, with syringes thicker than a bicycle pump, a three-foot-long saw, various medical tools having a somewhat frightening implication.
"If we use Life Alchemy, his lifespan will be significantly shortened, but given his current state, we can't consider that now, he will thank us after the surgery."
A doctor said.
