Mirabe clutched the proof of application Zane had given her and headed to theb building. The duty teacher, a bit surprised by the document, didn''t ask many questions and led Mirabe straight to the life sciencesb on the third floor.


    After unlocking the door, the teacher handed her a pair of disposable gloves from a nearby cab, reminded her to handle the equipment with care, and then left.


    Closing the door behind her, Mirabe slipped on the gloves and took a moment to survey theb.


    Prestige College''s focus on science and engineering was evident in its well- equippedb. Even if it couldn''t rival the top research institutes, it was well-suited for basic experiments.


    She pulled out the blood sample Johnny had delivered, containing two small vials. Picking one, Mirabe approached the blood analyzer.


    The analyzer was hooked up to a biologicalputer. She powered on theputer first, then the machine next to it.


    The school''s equipment, designed for a specific function, was different from the more versatile one she was used to back home, but the principles were the same.


    After getting familiar with the equipment, Mirabe added the blood to a reagent solution and ced it under a high-power microscope.


    Blood analysis could directly identify abnormal elements within the human body. With the reagent solution, it was easier to detect fundamental issues.


    This method was entirely different from holistic health practices.


    Ten minutester, Mirabe printed out the data from theputer.


    As she suspected, Frank''s blood had a high concentration of a particr element.


    After a moment of thought, she turned off the equipment, stood up, and took the used dishes to the cleaning and disinfection area. She cleaned everything, put it back in ce, and then left theb.


    **


    Meg had shared the challenges her team was facing with Taylor yesterday. After his input, they had tweaked their approach slightly, making the simtion of mutant gene molecules much smoother.


    Today, she returned to theb with her team to run the simtion experiments.


    Seeing the simtion graphs on theputer, Meg''s usually stern face finally rxed a bit.


    "I think with this approach, we should be ready for the big dataparison," a team member said with relief.


    "And it''s all thanks to Luna. If she hadn''t got Taylor to help, we might still be stuck," another added.


    Meg offered a faint smile, nced at the simtion on theputer screen again, and then took out her phone, saying, "I''m going to make a call. You guys double- check the data and the n."


    With that, she pulled open the coded door and stepped out.


    The call connected quickly, and with a soft tone in her eyes, Meg was the first to speak.


    "Taylor, the adjustments you made to our n yesterday worked well. The initial simtion was a sess. We''re just waiting on the final big dataparison experiment, but I feel like there''s a 90% chance there won''t be any issues. Thank you."


    Taylor''s response was calm and warm, "No need to thank me. The n was yours; I just made some minor adjustments."


    "Still, you solved a big problem for us," Meg said, her phone pressed to her ear, asionally tapping her toe on the ground.


    After a pause, she looked up, her gaze drifting down the hallway, and continued, "Do you have time tonight? I''d like to invite you..."


    Her voice trailed off for a second when she noticed someone approaching. After a brief pause, she finished, "...for dinner."