Chapter: 531

Surveying the charred remnants in the vessel, Norah refused to admit defeat, pushing forward with unwavering resolve. If supplies ran low, she resolved to restock without hesitation. Creating the Vitality Potion remained a top priority.

As the clock struck six in the evening, the lab remained void of any creation of Vitality Potion. Yet, there were several grams of Rejuvenation Powder, a small victory amid the day's setbacks.

Norah disposed of the failed concoctions in the bin before securing the Rejuvenation Powder and unlocking the lab's door.

Outside her lab, Shelton and his assistant awaited, signaling for Norah to accompany them to Shelton's office.

Their meeting was scheduled in just thirty minutes. Norah wasted no time, diving back into her unfinished documentation from the day before.

But before she could make much progress, Sheri burst in, her expression urgent. "Mr. Davis, there's trouble! A researcher messed up an experiment and hurt himself. It's terrible!"

A shade of concern flickered across Shelton's face. "Did you call for an ambulance?"

Shelton stood up abruptly and said to Norah, “Excuse me. Allow me to check it out first."

With that, he hurried out, leaving Sheri and Norah alone in his office.

Sheri glanced at Norah skeptically. "So, you are the Supernatural Doctor? Someone got hurt. Aren't you going to offer help?"

Sheri's tone softened compared to her previous remarks against Norah.

It seemed like a reasonable inquiry.

Norah remained focused on the documents, her expression unchanged despite Sheri's words. "This is the institute's business. What's it to me?"

It wasn't a life-threatening situation, and the hospital would handle F534

Norah refrained from rushing to every injured soul, wary of boasting herself being the Supernatural Doctor.

Sheri frowned. "You claim to be the Supernatural Doctor, yet lack the heart to heal," she barked before storming out, leaving Norah alone in Shelton's office.

As distant clamor filled the air, Norah hesitated before deciding to check it out. With no immediate tasks at hand, she deemed it wise to assess the situation firsthand.

Upon reaching the scene, the metallic scent of blood hit Norah's nostrils. The man beside Shelton cradled his injured arm, his cries of pain echoing. “My hand! It hurts so much. Can it be saved?" he asked amidst a groan, blood staining his clothes and the floor beneath, a clean slice marking his left wrist.

"Doug, have you forgotten the lab protocols? This is the consequence of a violation of regulations," Shelton reprimanded.

Upon seeing Doug's wound, Shelton felt a tingling discomfort. Given the severity, even a hospital might opt for amputation. If that was the case, it seemed Doug was bound to leave the research institute.

Waves of pain shot from Doug's wrist, leaving him dizzy and unable to comprehend Shelton's words.

Doug recalled when he was working, Sheri suddenly approached and told him a few words. As he returned to operate the equipment, the injury occurred. He hadn't violated any regulations. Therefore, he couldn't fathom how he got hurt so suddenly.

"The ambulance is on its way, but Doug's hand..." Sheri trailed off midsentence.

It was severe. The bleeding and gaping wound were serious.