Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1541

But no one had the guts to step forward; they settled for watching hungrily from the perimeter.

After the terrifying display of skill she had already shown, who would dare provoke her?

They all knew perfectly well that Dr. Arthur York was gone.

Even though the ship hadn't officially announced what had happened to him.

They had all seen it with their own eyes.

Arthur York was dragged out by security and never came back.

Aboard Project Zero-Transit, being taken away and failing to return painted a very clear, very bloody picture.

The Panacea had merely uttered a single sentence.

And an internationally renowned scientist, a man highly sought after by elite research institutes, instantly became the scapegoat for Specimen Seven's critical failure.

That brutal reality hammered one truth into their heads.

The Panacea's terrifying nature extended far beyond her medical prowess.

Earning the title of Specialized Medical Consultant proved exactly how much Project Zero-Transit valued her.

Crossing her meant crossing the entire ship.

And crossing the ship meant ending up exactly like Arthur York.

Ignoring their racing thoughts, Serena picked up the new data files provided by the ship and skimmed through them.

She hadn't bothered to look earlier because, next to thirty million dollars, data meant absolutely nothing.

But reading it now was simply doing her job.

The supplementary files were undeniably more comprehensive.

They filled in the gaps regarding Specimen Seven's initial medication sequence and the precise timing of his stabilizer injections.

A wealth of raw metrics had been laid bare.

Of course, the true core mechanics were still heavily redacted.

The ship's management was obviously keeping her at arm's length.

If they had been foolish enough to hand over the unredacted files without a fight.

Holding the two vials, Serena strode over to the mixing station.

Keeping one eye locked on the fluctuating monitors, her hands moved in a blur as she expertly recalibrated the chemical ratios.

Several pharmacists desperately tried to steal her formula, craning their necks to memorize the exact measurements she was using.

But her hands moved far too quickly; it was physically impossible to track the precise concoction she was brewing.

The entire formulation took barely twenty minutes.

Gripping the newly synthesized serum, Serena walked back to Specimen Seven.

Every single eye in the room zeroed in on her.

They stared unblinking, tracking her every movement.

Serena ignored them completely.

She slipped several acupuncture needles from her kit, her hands flying as she embedded them with pinpoint accuracy.

And in the very same motion, she plunged the syringe deep into Specimen Seven's vein, flooding his system with the new serum.