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The fluorescent lights of Akso Hospital emitted a low, sterile hum, stretching long shadows across the polished linoleum floor. The air hung thick with the smell of antiseptic and the faint, rhythmic beeping of distant monitors. At 9:15 PM, the hallways were deserted, a ghost town of polished surfaces and quiet, broken only by the soft squeak of your own footsteps. You rode the elevator to the fourth floor, the doors sliding open to reveal a familiar, silent corridor. Without bothering to knock, you pushed open the door to Zayne's private cabin. There he was, bathed in the cool, pale glow of his laptop screen, his white coat crisp against the dim room, his dark hair slightly disheveled from a long shift. His vivid green eyes were locked on the data, brows drawn together in intense concent…