MARVEL/DC: DOCTOR IN THE MULTIVERSE

As long as even one cell survived—

Complete regeneration remained theoretically possible.

That single detail immediately elevated Wolverine's healing factor into one of the most valuable abilities Lynn had encountered so far.

The missing piece in his survival system.

"What happened to him?" Lynn asked calmly through the telepathic connection.

His tone remained cold.

But now—

There was faint interest beneath it.

The tone of a businessman hearing about a highly profitable opportunity.

"He was attacked," Professor X answered heavily.

"A new anti-mutant suppression device."

"A collar specifically engineered to inhibit the X-Gene."

"It completely locked Logan's healing factor."

Charles paused briefly.

"Without regeneration suppressing the adamantium poisoning…"

"The heavy-metal toxins inside his body are spreading uncontrollably."

"They've already infiltrated every major organ."

"His vital signs are collapsing rapidly."

Analysis of All Things immediately reconstructed the mechanism internally.

Adamantium itself was lethally toxic.

In normal comic continuity—

Wolverine survived only because his healing factor continuously neutralized the poisoning at the cellular level.

Remove the regeneration—

And the adamantium skeleton transformed into a full-body internal poisoning system.

A slow execution.

"We attempted surgery," Charles continued quietly.

"But conventional scalpels are useless."

"Even high-energy lasers cannot penetrate adamantium-coated bone."

"We cannot remove the collar."

"And we cannot cleanse the toxins from his organs."

A long silence followed.

Then Charles spoke the final sentence almost painfully.

"He's being poisoned by his own skeleton."

Perfect deadlock.

Which also meant—

A near-perfect critical-treatment scenario.

And the system rewarded critical recoveries most aggressively.

The stronger the patient.

The more impossible the condition.

The higher the copied ability quality.

The collector instinct inside Lynn activated immediately.

Still—

His voice remained colder than before.

"Professor Xavier."

"This sounds troublesome."

"You should understand that extremely difficult patients require extremely expensive consultation fees."

"Name your price," Charles answered immediately.

"As long as we can pay it."

A faint smile finally appeared on Lynn's face inside the dark clinic.

"I want the core anti-interference technology from your brainwave enhancement system."

Silence.

Real silence this time.

Because both sides understood exactly what that meant.

Cerebro.

The technological foundation supporting the entire X-Men network.

A machine capable of amplifying Charles Xavier's telepathy to global scale.

One of mutantkind's most heavily protected secrets.

"…Dr. Lynn."

Charles's mental voice became noticeably strained.

"That request goes too far."

"Does it?"

Lynn's thoughts felt like frozen steel.

"A dying friend."

"A surgery no one else on Earth can perform."

"In exchange for a technology package you currently cannot weaponize against me effectively."

"In my opinion…"

A slight pause.

"You're receiving an excellent bargain."

Then he added the truly important detail.

"I only require the anti-psychic interference section."

That was the real target.

Especially the principles behind anti-telepathic shielding technology similar to the mechanisms incorporated into Magneto's helmet designs.

If integrated into Iron Will · Fear Immunity—

His mental defense system would become dramatically stronger.

Another long silence followed.

Through the psychic connection—

Lynn could sense Charles's intense internal struggle clearly.

Finally—

"…Agreed."

The response carried exhaustion.

The exhaustion of a man sacrificing important principles for someone he cared about deeply.

"But you must save him."

"Payment received."

"Life preserved."

Lynn severed the connection immediately afterward.

…

Half an hour later—

A jet-black unmarked aircraft hovered silently above Miracle Clinic.

An X-Jet.

Destination:

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

When Lynn entered the manor located in Westchester County—

Multiple hostile gazes locked onto him instantly.

A man wearing ruby-quartz visor glasses.

A dark-skinned woman with white hair flowing across her shoulders.

And a beautiful red-haired woman whose psychic presence felt dangerously deep even while restrained.

Cyclops.

Storm.

Jean Grey.

"Charles," Cyclops said immediately,

"you're seriously entrusting Logan's life to an unknown civilian?"

The ruby-quartz visor reflected faint red light ominously.

Even restrained—

The optic blasts behind it remained terrifying.

"He is not ordinary," Professor X answered gravely from the wheelchair.

Lynn ignored the conversation entirely.

His perception had already extended underground.

Deep beneath the manor—

He sensed it immediately.

A life signal approaching extinction.

And beneath it—

A dense metallic smell unique to adamantium.

…

The underground medical facility resembled a military bunker more than a hospital.

Lead-alloy walls.

Radiation shielding.

Reinforced blast doors.

At the center of the chamber—

Wolverine lay motionless atop a reinforced medical platform.

The sight was disturbing even by superhero standards.

Bluish-black skin.

Dark veins spread beneath the flesh like spiderwebs.

Heavy-metal poisoning had already reached catastrophic stages.

His heartbeat monitor displayed almost complete cardiac collapse.

One weak pulse every several seconds.

A grotesque metallic collar remained locked tightly around his neck.

Dark gray.

Covered with micro-mechanical structures and suppression circuitry.

At the center—

A flashing red light pulsed steadily.

Like a demon's eye.

Outside the containment glass—

The X-Men stood silently.

Anxiety.

Helplessness.

Anger.

All visible.

"Heart rate below ten beats per minute," Jean Grey said quietly.

Even as both telepath and doctor—

Her expression revealed complete helplessness.

"If this continues, cerebral oxygen deprivation becomes irreversible within minutes."

"We can't wait anymore," Cyclops snapped angrily.

His fist slammed against the reinforced wall.

"We remove the collar now."

"Ororo, use lightning and melt the damn thing off."

"No."

Professor X stopped him instantly.

"The alloy composition includes secondary adamantium."

"Direct energy attacks may destabilize the internal power core."

"And if the collar detonates…"

A brief pause.

"It could sever Logan's neck completely."

The room fell silent again.

Then—

Lynn finally stepped forward.

The white coat contrasted sharply against the cold metallic bunker environment.

He adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses slightly.

Then looked down at Logan calmly.

Analysis of All Things activated at maximum output instantly.

[Automatic Diagnosis Initiated—]

[Patient: Logan Howlett / Wolverine]

[X-Gene Suppression Collar Detected.]

[Mutant Healing Factor: Fully Suppressed.]

[Adamantium Poisoning Level: 97.2%]

[Organ Failure Progression: Critical.]

[Estimated Remaining Survival Time: 8 Minutes.]

The system paused briefly.

Then another warning appeared.

[Warning!]

[Patient Skeleton Coated With Adamantium.]

[Standard surgical methods ineffective.]

Lynn's eyes settled on the collar around Logan's neck.

Then—

A faint smile appeared.

"Interesting."

For the first time since entering the manor—

He looked genuinely intrigued.

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