The final test concluded, and Izan wiped his face with a towel. His breathing was still controlled as if the grueling medical examination had been nothing more than a warm-up.
The tension in the room hadn't dissipated—if anything, it had thickened.
The murmurs among the medical staff had turned into quiet exchanges, cautious glances directed at the screens displaying Izan's test results.
Mikel Arteta, arms crossed, watched in silence before finally motioning to a few of the doctors. "Step outside with me."
The moment they were out of Izan's earshot, Arteta turned to the group, his tone low but firm.
"Be honest with me. Are these numbers natural?"
A pause. A few of the doctors exchanged glances, clearly uncertain. One of them finally cleared his throat.
"It's… difficult to say."
Another doctor, shifting uncomfortably, added, "We've never seen numbers like these from a player who just came off vacation.
