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Sheri pondered aloud, her mind grappling with disbelief. “Norah is the celebrated Supernatural Doctor? It just
doesn’t add up.”
In her mind, the Supernatural Doctor wouldn't dress like an imposter, hiding behind a mask and hat without the
courage to unmask herself.
Shelton admonished her, his tone firm and impatient. “Sheri, enough nonsense. The only one with access to that
lab is the Supernatural Doctor herself.”
Shelton had personally handed the Supernatural Doctor the keys, his authority on the matter unquestionable.
“I can’t wrap my head around it! It’s just... not possible...” Sheri mumbled, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Shelton warned, “That's enough. Get back to your studies and duties, and keep the Supernatural Doctor's
identity to yourself. Got it?”
After that, Shelton pushed Sheri off his lap. “I should get back to work.”
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Shelton remained distant, absorbed in his work, his attention never wavering.
Sheri couldn't ignore the memory of his tender moments during their intimacy, a stark contrast to his current
demeanor.
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Sheri was still not reconciled with the fact that Norah, the one she had tried to teach a lesson to—only to end up
humiliating herself—was the famous Supernatural Doctor.
Sheri rolled her eyes, brushing aside Shelton’s warning.
She vowed to confirm Norah's identity herself.
In Norah's exclusive lab, the first attempt at brewing the Vitality Potion ended disastrously, leaving behind a pile
of wasted ingredients. Not discouraged, Norah delved into a second try with renewed determination. Merely
having the potion’s recipe didn’t guarantee success. Despite a mishap with an excess herb in the second batch,
Norah still refused to give up.
Surveying the charred remnants in the vessel, Norah refused to admit defeat, pushing forward with unwavering
resolve. If supplies ran low, she resolved to restock without hesitation. Creating the Vitality Potion remained a
top priority.
As the clock struck six in the evening, the lab remained devoid of any successful Vitality Potion. Yet, there were
several grams of Rejuvenation Powder, a small victory amid the day’s setbacks. Norah disposed of the failed
concoctions in the bin before securing the Rejuvenation Powder and unlocking the lab’s door.
Outside her lab, Shelton and his assistant awaited, signaling for Norah to accompany them to Shelton’s office.
Their meeting was scheduled in just thirty minutes.
Norah wasted no time, diving back into her unfinished documentation from the day before. But before she could
make much progress, Sheri burst in, her expression urgent. “Mr. Davis, there's trouble! A researcher messed up
an experiment and hurt himself.”
“It’s terrible!” A shade of concern flickered across Shelton’s face. “Did you call for an ambulance?” Shelton stood
up abruptly and said to Norah, “Excuse me. Allowto check it out first.”
With that, he hurried out, leaving Sheri and Norah alone in his office.
Sheri glanced at Norah skeptically. “So, you are the Supernatural Doctor? Someone got hurt. Aren't you going to
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Sheri’s tone softened compared to her previous remarks against Norah. It seemed like a reasonable inquiry.
Norah remained focused on the documents, her expression unchanged despite Sheri’s words. “This is the
institute's business. What's it to me?”
It wasn't a life-threatening situation, and the hospital would handle it. Norah refrained from rushing to every
injured soul, wary of boasting about herself being the Supernatural Doctor.
Sheri frowned. “You claim to be the Supernatural Doctor, yet lack the heart to heal,” she barked before storming
out, leaving Norah alone in Shelton’s office.
As distant clamor filled the air, Norah hesitated before deciding to check it out. With no immediate tasks at hand,
she deemed it wise to assess the situation firsthand.
Upon reaching the scene, the metallic scent of blood hit Norah's nostrils. The man beside Shelton cradled his
injured arm, his cries of pain echoing. “My hand! It hurts so much.”
“Can it be saved?” he asked, groaning in pain, blood staining his clothes and the floor beneath, a clean slice
marking his left wrist.
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