Chapter 685
On the monitor, the curves pulsed steadily without a single anomaly.
Silas’s expression remained perfectly clear, his breathing even, his demeanor completely relaxed.
The heavy, suffocating tension in the lab slowly began to lift.
Luna sat on the sofa, watching Sienna through the glass partition.
The massive weight crushing her chest finally eased, and the tight lines around her eyes softened.
“Thank God… he’s stable for now p>
Thea let out a quiet breath of relief as well.
But her fingers unconsciously curled into fists, the anxiety still evident on her face.
Sienna watched the data streaming across the screen, her tightly wound nerves finally slackening as a flicker of relief crossed her eyes.
She knew exactly how brutal the drug in Maloney’s system was.
So, before injecting Silas, she had covertly administered a preventative measure while he was distracted.
She used acupuncture to block specific nerve pathways and injected him with a micro-dose of the antidote beforehand.
She had been terrified of an acute stress response that would leave her no time to resuscitate him.
The simulated toxin successfully integrated into Silas’s bloodstream without triggering a violent neurological meltdown.
His initial tolerance was good, proving the foundational logic of the compatibility.
It confirmed that her overall direction for the first-stage antidote was completely correct.
The crushing defeats of countless failed experiments were finally paying off.
Maloney now had a fighting chance.
Sienna didn’t waste a second. She immediately adjusted and prepared the first-stage antidote.
Carefully controlling the dosage, she injected Silas once more.
The second the antidote entered his system, the slightly elevated neural curves on the monitor slowly smoothed out into perfect, rhythmic waves.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour p>
As the time ticked by, not a single visible symptom of poisoning appeared.
Every piece of data perfectly aligned with her healing projections.
Luna was thrilled. “It looks like a success! Does this mean the antidote works p>
Thea watched Sienna through the glass, a subtle smile touching her lips.
“It seems so. At the very least, she’s on the right track p>
The lingering gloom in the room completely evaporated, and the collective tension dissolved.
As long as they steadily optimized the ratio and perfected the details, they could replicate the full antidote and permanently oure Maloney.
Only Sienna remained entirely on edge.
Her sharp, clinical instincts made the ominous feeling in her chest grow even stronger.
It was too perfect. It completely defied the domineering, insidious nature of this specific toxin.
Having done countless pharmacological R&D projects, she knew there was never a flawless ‘fire-against-fire’ remedy without a cost.
Without a word, she leaned closely over the bed.
Her gaze meticulously swept over Silas’s face, studying every microscopic change.
Silas was still completely lucid, showing no signs of manic agitation.
But his fingertips began to tremble uncontrollably, going slightly numb.
It looked like blocked circulation, a severe lack of blood supply to his nerves.
Soon after, a layer of undisguisable agony washed over his features, leaving a heavy, deadened exhaustion in his eyes.
It wasn’t physical fatigue; it was the lethargy of his nerves being eroded by a latent toxicity a brutal crash following a suppressed surge of mania.
“Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?” Sienna demanded immediately, her expression stern.
Silas closed his eyes and answered honestly. “My head feels heavy, dizzy. My limbs are weak.
There’s no urge to go crazy, I just have no strength. My chest feels suffocatingly tight p>
The moment the words left his mouth, Sienna whipped around.
She stared at the data on the monitor, zooming in on the fluctuation curves.
A second later, the calm completely vanished from her eyes, replaced by grim severity.
The explicit toxicity had been perfectly neutralized and suppressed by the antidote.
She had successfully bypassed the risk of violent madness.
But after the toxin and antidote clashed, the residual micro-compound toxicity hadn’t been metabolized or flushed out.