Chapter 144 Ms. Doyle, Your Vest has Fallen Off

Just now in the lab, with time pressing, she had not thoroughly examined his condition.

At this moment,

Marcus Sharp was unconscious, and Ellie Doyle realized the seriousness of the situation. She set her face in a grim expression, her index and middle fingers placed on Sharp's wrist.

Her expression darkened.

Because Sharp's behavior had been normal recently, she had forgotten he had severe neurological damage.

Supporting the man, she slowly laid him on the couch.

Staring at his face, which only showed exhaustion once his eyes were closed, Ellie sighed softly.

It seemed,

the modification of the Genetic Medicine would have to be postponed.

Looking up, she gazed toward the entrance of the hall, "Mr. Zimmerman, I need your help."

Flynn Zimmerman, who had been waiting outside, peeked his head inside, "Professor Doyle, did you call me?"