He paused
“It’s a miracle,” Dr. Ren said, not even trying to sound clinical anymore. “That’s the only word I’ve got for it. And I hate using that word.”
Dante didn’t speak.
Dr. Ren watched him, searching his face. “Look, I’ve worked in emergency medicine for twenty-seven years. I’ve seen things. But this—” He shook his head. “There’s no medical explanation. None. I mean you should know better.”
Dante’s hands were in his pockets now. Fingers fidgeting with nothing. A muscle twitched in his jaw.
He wanted to say something. But he doesn't know what to say because he also had no logical explanation as to what happened to Liana's fractures. Unless…
“You’re sure about the scans?
“I ran them twice. Triple-checked the data. It’s not a mistake.”
“And there’s no internal bleeding? No hairlin
