Every eye in the room was fixated unwaveringly on Rohan’s laid bare form, each mind grappling with the sight that defied comprehension. A wave of disquiet swept through the room. Various specialists offered their insights, each contributing to the perplexing discussion, but a consensus remained elusive.

The atmosphere in the room then tensed, the air seemed to thin as though bracing for impact. They had to act, and act quickly! If they hesitated, Rohan’s chances of survival would significantly diminish. So, even though he was unsure about the situation, the lead surgeon decided to probe further. He held his breath and maneuvered his hand delicately within the opened cavity. Suddenly, he came to an abrupt halt. His fingers had grazed against something, a sensation that sent a shiver up his spine.

With careful deliberation, he withdrew his hand, unveiling a sight in the process that would forever imprint itself on the memories of all present in the room. There it was, a form unmistakably familiar – a limb.