Of course they knew that name.
Rumor had it she could stabilize the most catastrophic genetic rejections and revive test subjects that even top-tier rogue doctors had pronounced dead.
She could even reverse the effects of highly classified experimental serums.
The stories painted her as eccentric, ruthlessly greedy, and a master at double-crossing the worst kind of criminals.
But no one had ever seen her face.
They never imagined that the legendary Panacea was a young, striking woman.
After the initial shock wore off, the skepticism in the room only deepened.
Dr. York scoffed loudly. "So you're The Panacea. You certainly have a lot of hype right now."
"But since when did the underground medical network prioritize fame over actual skill?"
"You managed to stabilize a few experimental doses, and suddenly you think you're a god? Kids these days have too much nerve."
His lackey quickly backed him up. "Dr. York is right. That title is just a marketing gimmick for the black market. It's one thing to hear the stories, but dealing with a genetic collapse of this magnitude requires more than just luck."
"You can't fix a total rejection with a couple of basic shots. If it were that easy, the world-class pharmacists in this room would have solved it hours ago."
"We don't need a little girl playing pretend in here."
It was obvious the man was desperate to stay on Dr. York's good side.
Hearing his words, the other pharmacists who had been momentarily intimidated by her title suddenly found their courage again.
They straightened their postures, puffing out their chests.
Every single one of them was a big shot in the illegal medical field.
No matter how famous The Panacea was, she was just a rookie.
And a young woman at that. How capable could she really be?
"Fame is a dangerous thing for someone so young."
"This isn't some dirty clinic in the slums."
"If Asset 07 dies, no one in this room is walking away clean."

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