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Chapter 218

Chapter 218

The second–gen stem cells were a total upgrade. They could patch heart holes, reset broken bones, and heal damaged organs. As soon as Quinlyn’s formula hit the island, her name blew up.

“Unbelievable, this is crazy! You actually pulled it off?” In the lab, Sawyer was holding the vial, peering through the microscope, shaking his head in amazement.

After Quinlyn gave Edward a shot in his leg, she glanced at the data.

Sawyer leaned in. “If everything goes right, Edward’s leg will be fully integrated in two weeks and ready for rehab.”

“Yeah.” Quinlyn nodded, feeling a wave of relief because Edward was gonna wake up soon.

“It’s a shame, though. The ingredients are too alarming. If this were to hit the market, it could lead to more deaths.” Even a single cord blood sample indicated a massive chain of killings.

Sawyer understood this well. The more he saw around here, the more alarmed he became. He began to have deeper insights into his field of study.

Quinlyn didn’t deny it. She sat by the hospital bed, holding Edward’s hand with one hand, and staring at the other, which had seen a lot of blood.

“Do you think we’ll ever get out of here?” Sawyer voiced his concern.

“No idea,” Quinlyn replied, not sugarcoating it. In a dangerous place, staying alert and finding a way out was the only choice. She knew something had gone wrong with the rescue plan, but she didn’t complain. She just sped up her own plans. Soon, invitations kept pouring in from the heads of prominent families in Mordoria, internationally renowned literary masters and physicists.

Warren was right. The rich didn’t want to die. And as long as she held onto that, she could turn the tables.

Back at the gaming building, the screen still displayed the absurd and bloody games, with swarms of little girls scurrying around the room to serve. The difference this time was that Quinlyn had her own separate sofa.

Bodyguards poured freshly squeezed juice for her, and people kept greeting her from all sides. The three guys sitting across from her couldn’t help but marvel.

One of them spoke up, “We underestimated you, Ms. Yates. We apologize for our rudeness before. We hope you bygones be bygones and add our names to the list for the second–generation elixir.“,

can let

and Ideal Land was no exception. The hierarchy among the rich was their order, with one unwritten rule–never mess with talented scientists.

shunned the three who had made a move against her. And

gave them her answer. “You’re not on the list. And for the third generation, which will have

left speechless. They wanted to blow up but knew it wasn’t worth it. It had been a long time since anyone had dared to be this bold in front of them, especially

unexpectedly bitten them, and she was holding all the

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her drink. “I’ll probably

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thought, “This can’t be fake, because everything Quinlyn’s worked on so far has

cured–it’s nothing short of a medical miracle. So achieving immortality doesn’t seem impossible after

will

Quinlyn replied, “Soon.”

seventy–six and didn’t have many years left. But he had a vast business empire to run,

even more cards, and a building gifted to her by the island’s owner, named

in. Instead, she stayed in the lab, working on the elixir day and night. Occasionally, she’d ask Xena if she was bored and if she wanted to move in with

you’re not going, why should I? Besides, you forget to eat and sleep when you’re busy. How can I be at ease? Speaking of

leaned in to

especially about chemistry. So whenever she had free time, Quinlyn would teach her. They’d spend their days together in research

all sorts of weird plankton would drift in, along with bioluminescent algae that gathered with the tides. They often played on the beach,

life outside the island?” Xena asked.

“Yeah,” Quinlyn replied.

people who care

Xena was her closest friend here, and Quinlyn always told her the truth.

they still haven’t come. Maybe it’s just too hard to get here,” Xena

boat, there’d be giant sharks. And there are bombs on the tracks

the words, gazing into the distance with a furrowed brow. She thought to herself, ‘So,