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From the other side of the mirror, Dr. Ernst and his team silently watched Fatih, who was currently jogging on a treadmill with an oxygen mask strapped to his face as he sweated profusely.
"Doesn't he get tired or something?" one of Dr. Ernst's assistants asked as he looked at the timer on the telemetry computer, which showed that Fatih was one hour into this exercise and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.
"The temperature itself should have been hell, but exercising in it as well is a nightmare. Even he had to leave the room, and he wasn't the one running," another assistant said as he pointed to the trainer who had left the Oven due to the heat inside it.
Despite just supervising, he was still covered in sweat, sipping cold water to cool himself while still looking through the transparent glass wall into the Oven.
