Mirabe leaned back in her chair, rubbing her sore wrists, "If this doesn''t work..." she muttered, dreading another trip to the innovation center.


    Taking a deep breath, she spoke with newfound determination, "Zane, trust me, this will definitely work!"


    "Don''t you think it''s a far cry from what we had before?" Zane asked, his face a mix of doubt and grudging eptance. As much as he hated to admit it, he had to be honest.


    "That doesn''t matter," Mirabe said inly. "It''s like shoes; no matter how high- quality they are, if they don''t fit, they''re useless."


    Zane was at a loss for words for a moment, and finally said, "Alright, let''s give it another shot at the innovation center tomorrow."


    Mirabe nodded, checked the time, and stood up, gathering her things. "Professor, I''ve got to head out now."


    After her goodbyes, she nodded to Linden and a few others before leaving theb in a hurry. She had to stop by David''s ce for a follow-up and check on Morgan''s condition.


    ***


    Half an hourter, at the Watson residence.


    Mirabe pulled her hand back from taking a pulse, "Things are pretty stable. Just avoid getting stressed or angry, keep a calm mind, and who knows, you might even add a few more years."


    Devon, hearing this, felt a bit relieved. He helped David sit up and adjusted a pillow behind his back.


    "Your medicine has really worked wonders. I''ve been sleeping much better," David said with a smile, feeling a bit emotional. It was no surprise, given her family''s reputation for producing such effective remedies.


    Mirabe thought for a moment before saying, "I''ll write down the prescription for you, Devon."


    She asked Devon for some paper and a pen.


    Devon was momentarily taken aback.


    Not just him, David was also surprised, but he quickly collected himself and coughed, "Get her the things already!"


    His clueless apprentice was missing out on a golden learning opportunity!


    "Oh, right." Devon nodded quickly, grabbed a pen and notebook from a nearby desk, and handed them to Mirabe.


    As she swiftly wrote out the prescription, Devon suddenly realized, "The prescription? You''re really giving it to me?"


    Last time, due to a pharmacy assessment and some pressure, she had shared, the prescription with him. But this time, all it took was a


    word from the master, and she was


    handing it over just like th she was


    fett a whirlwind of emotions.


    Given how valuable the prescription was, she could have just made the medicine


    herself and brought it over.


    Without looking up or saying a word, Mirabe continued to write.


    Before long, she handed the paper~~ and pen back to Devon, "There are two treatment ns here. If


    anything''s unclear, just hit me up on Messenger."


    Hearing there were two prescriptions, Devon''s hands trembled as he took the notebook, swallowing hard, and started reading closely.


    The more he read, the more amazed he became. He looked up at Mirabe in awe before even finishing.


    Despite being in her twenties, her grasp of pharmacology and her skill in crafting thesebinations were remarkable.


    It went way beyond his understanding of traditional Western medicine, making his years of study feel almost pointless.


    Devon held the prescriptions delicately, suddenly wishing Presley were there to see this.


    If Presley could see the sought-after prescriptions being casually written and given away by Mirabe, his


    reaction would be something to behold.