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Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1773

He took a glance and found no abnormality; then he asked Sarah aside, “Any idea when we'll have the antidote ready?”

“If we're lucky, three months. If not, it could take up to six,” Sarah glanced at the monitors, her brow furrowed in concentration as the data danced before her eyes.

Fitch asked in concern, "Is there a problem?"

"No. Could you just hand me that vial, please? I want to run some checks."

Almost reflexively, he reached for the bottle she was pointing at. Inside was a green liquid. He saw that Sarah moved to another terminal, and the vial in his hand unexpectedly exploded.

He was unharmed, but his nose wrinkled at the acrid smell that filled the air. He glanced down at the shards in his hand and then looked up, his vision blurring.

Sarah walked over, helping him lie down as she peeled his eyelids back for a quick examination. Turning to the person beside her, she said, "We're good to go."

The other figure removed their protective helmet, revealing a face Fitch recognized instantly: Queena.

Queena grabbed a syringe from nearby and administered a shot into Fitch's arm. Together with Sarah, they shifted Fitch onto an adjacent empty bed.

Fitch's vitals flickered across the central monitor, as the system ran diagnostics. There was a string of numbers dancing on the screen.

"Test complete. Match success, match success."

Fitch's data had been collected by Bernard years ago; he had his eye on this physical specimen for a long time.

With impassive faces, Sarah reviewed the cascading numbers.

"Compile the data and analyze it. If everything checks out, we'll proceed with the experiment tomorrow night."

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