The doctors exchanged uneasy glances, their awe tinged with apprehension. "What makes him so special?" they silently wondered.
Their astonishment grew as they examined Jihoon. His injuries were minimal—only a few broken ribs and a gash on his forehead. Considering the speeds Ruby was known for, it seemed almost inhuman. How had he survived with such minor wounds?
Adding to their intrigue was Jihoon's physiological profile. His body bore the markers of an omega, but his lack of pheromonal reactions resembled a beta. He didn't release any detectable traits, making it impossible to classify him. The doctors suppressed their urge to run comprehensive tests, knowing better than to overstep.
After all, this wasn't just any patient. He was brought by Ruby, which meant he was, in a sense, hers. To interfere with Ruby's business, even out of professional curiosity, was a risk no one was willing to take.
