Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1520

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."

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."

Her eyes were cold. "If you keep pushing those meds, this specimen is going to be completely destroyed."

"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?"

"If you're going to fear-monger, at least back it up with data."

The other experts chimed in, their faces twisted in mockery. "She's just trying to steal the spotlight."

"Kids these days sure know how to put on a show."

"She walked in and immediately contradicted Dr. York. Bold strategy."

"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?"

"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."

"Stop the drugs? Are you trying to save him or kill him?"

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."

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."

Dr. York sneered. "What was that?"

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."

A heavy silence fell over the room.

Then, someone burst into raucous laughter. "Hahaha, one minute and thirty seconds?"

"She's really committing to the bit."

"Since when can you predict a total neural collapse just by glancing at a patient?"

"Are you a doctor or a fortune teller? Did you bring a crystal ball in that bag of yours?"

Dr. York's contempt deepened. "I suggest you drop the theatrics. This isn't the place to feed your ego."

The room echoed with mocking laughter.

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