My Wife is a Hacker novel (Nicole)

Chapter 717

At this moment, the experiment failed again, and Martin Wyance let out an irritable ‘Tsk’ as the experiment report in his hand was printed out.

In fact, his experiment was almost about to fully take shape. If he was successful with it, he would definitely have the opportunity to join the most advanced medical laboratory in Yamenia and become one of the top medical talents in the lab.

Perhaps he could even meet that miraculous physician the Rogers family had talked about, as that was the level he dreamed of reaching.

It was said that the physician was someone a talent who returned from overseas, and her medical skills were the pinnacle of the medical profession. At just 21 years old, she had reached the apex of San Joto’s medical profession.

In San Joto, except for Joyce, who was his equal, Martin had never met a person like that before…

This time, he was originally in a team with Joyce, and the experiment had reached the most critical phase. If they managed a breakthrough, that meant that they could take things to the next level and make a very meaningful contribution to the advancement and direction of cell regeneration and recombination. Yet, who knew he would suddenly become so lost and keep making mistakes!

The lab room door suddenly opened as Joyce sullenly walked in. “Martin, what’s the matter with you? This is the seventh failure already! Do you know how expensive our experiment materials are?”

“I’m sorry…” Martin was indeed the core command of the experiment, and he could not escape his responsibility, so he could only accept the mistake.

large-framed glasses covered half of her face, looking totally like a researcher, yet deep inside, there was a fount of complaints that was about to burst out like a

hold a grudge against Martin, but at the same time, she hated the person that

not be able to

Martin and I being too excellent, and he might’ve been seduced

both of them were now the top pillars of

sighed as she took the experiment materials and said to Martin, “Let’s go. We’ll call it a day here

lab table, Joyce could not

at him, her voice

rarely failed so many times in his experiments before, and this time was

not help but ask, “What do I look like

was even more sullen as she felt that

experiments had always succeeded

as childhood friends, and they were classmates and colleagues as well. She had feelings for Martin,

the test tube in his hand, “Why would you

off. She rolled her eyes as she hissed, “What do you