The stench of antiseptic couldn't mask the underlying scent of decay. For Liam, a final-year medical student at the prestigious Aethelgard Hospital, it was the smell of ambition. He was chosen for the exclusive internship under Chief of Surgery, Dr. Alistair Vance—a man whose name was synonymous with medical breakthroughs.Liam’s ambition, however, was tempered by a nagging sense of ethics. It was why he noticed the discrepancies. Patient 734, a homeless man admitted for a minor infection, was scheduled for a "diagnostic lavage" that wasn't in his charts. Later, Liam saw the same man being wheeled back, pale and listless,