Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 9

“You'll take responsibility? Can you afford to?” Olivia's expression turned cold. “Mr. Wynn's orders can't be wrong. Administer the drug now, before it's too late.”

Another doctor chimed in, “Exactly! I've never heard of Norman Forte containing any ‘compound Y,’ let alone causing an allergic reaction. That's just fearmongering!”

“Mr. Wynn is a recognized genius in his field. His successful surgeries are textbook cases!”

“Administer the drug! Now!”

Alfred tried to stop them again.

Olivia commanded, “Restrain him! If he continues to interfere, call the police!”

Alfred struggled, but he was held back and couldn't stop them. “Miss, what should I do…?”

Serena's voice remained even. “It's up to them whether they believe me or not. They'll have to face the consequences.”

Olivia gave a cold laugh and issued her “authoritative” order. “Administer it immediately!”

A flurry of chaotic sounds came through the phone.

Alfred's strained voice could be heard as he struggled helplessly to stop them.

Finally, he said in a despairing tone, “They… they did it. They injected the Norman Forte…”

Serena said nothing.

She could already see how this would end.

And just as she expected…

Seconds. It only took a few seconds.

“Oh no! The patient has laryngeal edema, a rash is spreading rapidly across her body, and she can't breathe!”

“I can't get a blood pressure reading! Heart rate… it's dropped to 30! She's in V-fib!”

By extension, she felt a little more favorably toward her biological parents, whom she also hadn't met.

She spoke, her voice leaving no room for argument. “You, find someone who knows traditional medicine and bring a treatment kit.”

Her unhurried tone was strangely reassuring.

Alfred immediately shouted over the chaos to the doctors, “Find someone who knows traditional medicine, now! My miss has a way to save her!”

“Traditional medicine? Are you kidding? Everyone knows that stuff is just smoke and mirrors,” Olivia couldn't help but scoff.

In a race against death, Alfred had no time to deal with her.

He turned to Dr. Beverly. “Get me someone who practices traditional medicine immediately! I will take full responsibility for any issues!”

Dr. Beverly started to say something.

But then he saw Alfred's slightly open collar, revealing a pin worn underneath. Dr. Beverly's face changed dramatically. A cold sweat broke out on his brow as he immediately barked at the staff around him, “Well, what are you waiting for? Go find someone!”