Chapter 67

In the laboratory, there were about a dozen researchers dressed in white lab coats, each busy with various pharmaceutical equipment. They seemed hurried, and upon closer inspection, a touch of distress was evident in their eyes.

A researcher, holding an extracted solution, poured a seemingly yellow liquid into a waste bin with a pained expression. "Why did it fail again? Just when will we get a breakthrough?"

A man beside him echoed, "We've been working overtime for a month straight, but no matter how we try, we can't get the formulation right! We even followed Professor Lopez's instructions precisely, so why do we keep failing? I'm starting to doubt his formula."

"We'll get scolded if we fail to develop this drug. By the time Mr. Lynch returns, we're going to get fired!" another researcher exclaimed, visibly agitated.

"Lower your voice. If Professor Lopez hears you, you're doomed," someone nearby warned.

The next second, the laboratory door opened, and Natasha walked in. The rese