title = Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! Chapter N
Dr. York spoke with absolute authority.
He had already crowned himself the undisputed king of the room.
Serena finally lifted her gaze, giving him a lazy, indifferent look. “I strongly suggest you cut off all of Asset 07’s IVs immediately p>
Dr. York’s face darkened. “Do you have any idea what you’re saying? If we cut his meds right now, he won’t last three minutes p>
Her eyes were cold. “If you keep pushing those meds, this specimen is going to be completely destroyed p>
“Destroyed?” The lackey doctor burst out laughing. “You’ve been in the room for less than a minute, and you’re already making that kind of diagnosis p>
“If you’re going to fear-monger, at least back it up with data p>
The other experts chimed in, their faces twisted in mockery. “She’s just trying to steal the spotlight p>
“Kids these days sure know how to put on a show p>
“She walked in and immediately contradicted Dr. York. Bold strategy p>
“Dr. York has spent twenty years studying gene splicing. Does she really think a few compliments from black market thugs make her an authority over a literal genius p>
“Little girl, do you even know how to read these charts? The monitors clearly show the drug concentration is too low. We have to push more meds to suppress the rejection p>
“Stop the drugs? Are you trying to save him or kill him p>
Basking in the flattery of his peers, a smug smile spread across Dr. York’s face.
He let out a cold scoff, completely ignoring her warning. “Increase the neural inhibitors by fifteen percent. Keep the cellular repair fluids flowing p>
The pharmacist rushed to comply.
Serena didn’t try to stop them. She simply took a half-step back, her voice detached. “One minute and thirty seconds p>
Dr. York sneered. “What was that p>
She kept her eyes on the monitor. “In one minute and thirty seconds, his nervous system will suffer a catastrophic collapse. The asset will be unsalvageable p>
A heavy silence fell over the room.
Then, someone burst into raucous laughter. “Hahaha, one minute and thirty seconds p>
“She’s really committing to the bit p>
“Since when can you predict a total neural collapse just by glancing at a patient p>
“Are you a doctor or a fortune teller? Did you bring a crystal ball in that bag of yours p>
Dr. York’s contempt deepened. “I suggest you drop the theatrics. This isn’t the place to feed your ego p>
The room echoed with mocking laughter.
Only Silas remained silent.
His brows furrowed as he watched Serena, trying to gauge if she was bluffing.
The longer he looked, the deeper his frown became.
She was far too calm. This wasn’t the behavior of someone putting on a show.
Yet, Dr. York’s treatment plan aligned perfectly with the live data on the screens.
The seconds ticked away.
Twenty seconds.
Twenty-five seconds.
Suddenly, Asset 07’s eyes snapped open.
They were entirely bloodshot.
Deep within his pupils, a flash of
pure agonizing human despair surfaced for a fraction of a second
“Roar p>
A guttural, deafening bellow erupted from his chest, far more terrifying than before.
The metrics on the monitors instantly flatlined into the red zone.
Crack!
Under the sheer force of his violent
thrashing, the heavy duty
chains snapped like twigs
wr
Then the second one broke. Then the third. Then the fourth p>
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The three-inch thick steel restraints shattered one after another.
The smug smiles vanished from the doctors’ faces.
Panic seized the room. “Quick! Hold him down p>
“Max out the electrical restraints! Now p>
“Where are the sedatives?! Give him the sedatives p>
It was too late.
Asset 07 bolted upright on the operating table.
Beneath his skin, the thick, black
veins writhed violently, sweet
of serums.
the toxic cocktail