The night was thick and dark. At the airport in the early hours of the morning, lan strode toward his waiting Gulfstream G650 private jet. Gavin followed closely behind, giving instructions to the pickup team in Kingston.

Once inside the cabin, Gavin chose a seat that was neither too close nor too far. He carefully observed his boss's expression, which was uncharacteristically solemn.

He couldn't guess what could have happened in Kingston.

At two in the morning, the Gulfstream G650 landed smoothly at Kingston

International Airport. The cabin door opened, and lan descended the airstairs. Three mysterious black sedans were already waiting beside the plane, with several middle-aged men in black suits standing by.

"Mr. Goodwin, please," the man in the lead said respectfully, stepping forward.

Gavin instinctively tried to follow, but two other men blocked his way. "Sorry, only Mr. Goodwin is invited."

lan turned and gave Gavin a slight nod before getting into the middle car. The convoy quickly sped away from the airport, disappearing into the night.

Gavin stood there, his heart filled with uncertainty. The people who had come to pick up his boss clearly had an extraordinary status.

Meanwhile, lan sat in the car, gazing at the rapidly receding night scenery outside the window, his expression grave.

The convoy headed toward a private area behind Ashford Medical University. When the cars came to a stop, lan got out and saw another car pull up sharply. He paused for a moment and saw Chancellor Maxwell stepped out, an air of exhaustion about him.

He didn't seem surprised to see lan.

"lan, you're here. Let's go in," he said.

lan nodded to him. Neither of them spoke as they walked into the brightly lit building, eventually arriving at a hospital room door.

"Mr. Goodwin, Chancellor Maxwell, please come in." A middle-aged man with a grim expression pushed open the door to the hospital room.

The room was filled with the smell

of disinfectant, and various monitoring machines beeped rhythmically. Garth Ellington stood by the hospital bed. The man who was usually a dignified Vice O President was now just a queving father.

"Mansfield and his rescue team engaged with a terrorist organization for three days and successfully rescued all the hostages. But during the final evacuation, he was hit by a

close-range explosion wovel,

covering

for an injured team member-"

lan looked at the man on the bed, covered in bandages. Mansfield's handsome face was devoid of color, and only the fluctuating line on the electrocardiogram proved he was still alive.

It had been a long time since lan had admired anyone, but Mansfield was definitely one of them.

Chancellor Maxwell said gravely, "The panel of experts has already consulted. The situation is not optimistic. Mr. Ellington is in a deep coma, and the doctors can't determine if he will ever wake up."

The room fell silent. Ian stared at the unconscious Mansfield, his feelings complicated.

This man was his rival in love, but at this moment, he felt a deep sense of regret. "Mr. Vice President, what do you need me to do?" lan asked Garth.

Garth took a deep breath. "Mansfield's condition demands the highest level of care. We need not only top neurologists, but also your brain-computer interface research to help bring him back."

Chancellor Maxwell nodded heavily.

"The experts all agree that Mr. Ellington is in a vegetative state. Conventional medical treatment can only maintain his vital signs, but to wake him up" He looked at an senously, Right now, only your brain-computer interface research can create that miracle."

lan's gaze fell on Mansfield again. He remained cautious. "The research is still in the experimental stage. I can't guarantee its success rate."

"As long as there is a one percent chance, I will put in one hundred percent of the effort," Garth said, his voice choking. "I absolutely cannot give up."