Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 497

Thanks to Andres's insight, Maeve had a completely new treatment plan for Subject 1152.

The adrenaline shot she administered yesterday would only sustain him for twenty-four hours. Repeated doses would not only lose their efficacy but also drastically increase the patient's physical agony. Therefore, it was a strict one-time-use measure.

Today, she switched to a specialized new medication, injecting it directly into his saline IV drip.

Two hours later, the comatose Subject 1152 actually began to show signs of consciousness.

He slowly peeled his eyes open, staring at Maeve in total bewilderment.

Maeve hadn't left the isolation room all morning. It was a critical window, and she needed to monitor his vitals every second.

Seeing him wake, she asked softly, "How do you feel?"

It took a long moment before 1152 managed to croak out, "I... I'm not dead?"

Because she was sealed in a hazmat suit and mask, he could only guess from her bright, sharp eyes that the doctor standing over him was very young. Yet, her steady, unshakeable aura gave him an inexplicable sense of peace.

Maeve asked, "Do you remember who you are?"

1152 nodded weakly. "My codename is 009."

Maeve arched an eyebrow. "009 is in the past. Your new codename is Subject 1152."

A single tear slipped from the corner of his eye, as if he were mourning his own miserable, pathetic existence. "Doc... can you just make it quick?"

She looked him dead in the eye. "Out of basic respect for your life, I am giving you two choices."

"Choice one: I figure out a way to keep you alive. But given your current physical devastation, pursuing true treatment means you will have to survive an incredibly long and brutal recovery period. And even if you heal to the absolute maximum potential, you will be wheelchair-bound for the rest of your life. Your lower extremities are fully necrotic. To survive, you must undergo a complete amputation from the waist down."

His condition was drastically worse than Sofia's. The cancer had already completely destroyed his legs.

Maeve continued, "If you endure all of that, you might live another five years. But those five years will be spent trapped in a wheelchair. Furthermore, Lab C will undoubtedly keep you as a living specimen, subjecting you to endless, agonizing medical research."

The implication was crystal clear: he had signed his life away to Lab C, and they would demand he fulfill that contract.

The thought of being strapped down, forcibly injected with experimental drugs, constantly drained of blood, and carved up for endless biopsies made a visceral shudder run through him.