Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 199: The Unstoppable S1

Ginnie's face turned pale at a rate visible to the naked eye, her fingernails digging deep into her palms. Laboratory S1? That was a facility reserved exclusively for professor-led research teams! How could Nancy secure it in the blink of an eye? And with the personal approval of Professor Nathan, no less—the man famous throughout the university for being incredibly demanding and eccentric?

Ginnie knew that Professor Nathan had performed surgery on the red panda; she had assumed Nancy had pulled strings through the high-level leadership at the Townsville Police Department to beg for a favor. When and how had Nancy established such a deep connection with Professor Nathan?!

Meanwhile, Soren sprang from his seat and lunged toward Nancy, practically pressing his eyes against her phone screen, as if staring hard enough could make the approval message vanish. Just then, the phone in Soren's pocket vibrated frantically. The caller ID displayed three heavy characters: Nathan.

Soren's fingers trembled as he pressed answer. Before he could even say "Hello," Professor Nathan's loud, impatient voice exploded from the other end:

"Fast, fast, fast! Register Laboratory S1 to that girl Nancy immediately!"

"Right now!" Instantly! I want to be her laboratory neighbor this second!"

Soren: "..."

Professor Nathan continued to shout excitedly, "I heard you even gave her a rent waiver? Not bad!"

"I thank you on her behalf!"

But in the next second, his tone did a complete 180-degree turn, adding sinisterly, "However, I'm warning you—" Professor Nathan dragged out his words, "If you dare go back on your word, I'll hang myself right at your office door!"

The call ended.

Soren held his burning phone, feeling not just like his heart was bleeding, but as if the blood in his entire body was flowing in reverse. A professor-level S1 laboratory! Rent-free! For a small zoo director's project! Soren's vision went dark; he could already see a massive, smoking hole appearing in the annual budget report.

This wasn't just a "stomach ache" anymore—it was a pain that radiated through his every organ. He closed his eyes in agony. He knew exactly how difficult that eccentric old man could be. If he reneged, the old man would really hang himself at the office door!

Soren's fingers shook as he entered Nancy's information into the computer. On the screen, the status of the vacant Laboratory S1 suddenly flickered and changed, prominently displaying the name "Nancy." It was a piercing sight.

His entire face wrinkled like a bitter melon as he huffed irritably, "S1 doesn't use a key; it's a password and fingerprint lock. When the time comes... go find Professor Nathan's team to record your data."

His tone was thick with reluctance and financial heartbreak.

The more pained Soren looked, the more radiant Nancy's smile became. Her eyes curved into crescents, her voice crisp and sincere: "Thank you, President Soren! You are so generous!"

That smile was bright enough to light up the entire conference room. With that, Nancy turned nimbly to Jensen and Captain Neil, waved a cheerful goodbye, and walked out the door with a light step.

Ginnie stared fixedly at that stinging name on the screen, her nails nearly drawing blood from her palms. She forced down her surging displeasure. It doesn't matter. It's just one laboratory. Summers Corp Veterinary Hospital had plenty of top-tier labs for her to use whenever she pleased!

Besides, tomorrow... tomorrow her Instant-Light vaccine would officially be released to the world. By then, who would care about a measly Laboratory S1? She and Nancy were simply no longer on the same level.

Carrying the long-unused key, Nancy walked alone to the old laboratory on the first floor of the science building. The moment she pushed open the door, a scent of settled dust greeted her. Standing at the entrance, looking at the familiar yet strange surroundings, she couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

Back when Summers Corp Veterinary Hospital hadn't yet expanded, the experimental conditions were far inferior to what they were now. It was in this somewhat simple lab that she had balanced her studies while meticulously polishing her research results. During her sophomore year, she had spent almost every single day here.

She remembered that three years ago, the Summers family had given her a few fragments of her mother's manuscripts for reference. As her thoughts drifted, Nancy made a silent vow: she had to find a way to discover exactly where the Summers family had obtained those pages of her mother's work.

Nancy stepped further into the lab. Dust floated gently in the sunlight. This place still held a large amount of her original data and manuscripts from the development of the Claw Shield vaccine. She quickly opened her laptop and immersed herself in her familiar work rhythm.

Near noon, Elsa sent over the organized data for the Instant-Light vaccine. Nancy didn't delay for a second, comparing, correcting, and integrating the data for the two generations of vaccines one by one, her fingertips flying across the keyboard.

Before 3:00 PM, she sent the completed materials to the regulatory personnel at the Bureau of Animal Husbandry and Veterinary Services, while simultaneously carbon-copying Jeff from the professional association.