He was hit where it hurt by Amelia, who had been hailed as the most promising student for a green card in the past five years. However, he failed to get it, despite considering himself a genius. The only regret he had from school was not getting the green card from Saint Hua. What's more, he was unable to graduate in a year, which was a requirement for the green card. This made the green card feel like a fishbone stuck in his throat, very uncomfortable.
"Expel me from the research institute? I don't believe it. Go talk to Professor Jonathan Brooks if you have any issues. Don't bother me," Amelia said, and then pushed past them.
Her imposing manner made everyone blocking her path reluctant to stop her.
She really didn't believe that Professor Brooks and Professor Lee at Saint Hua, with their status and power, would casually provide her with a green card. Benjamin Adams, a small fry, dared to steal someone from Professor Brooks? She didn't believe it.
When Professor Brooks' name was mentioned, several people were stunned and couldn't help but discreetly look at Benjamin Adams.
It should be noted that Benjamin Adams had been an assistant in Professor Brooks' laboratory for half a year but had failed to successfully join his team.
No one expected that this first-year Amelia would be an assistant to Professor Brooks. His position in the research institute was frighteningly high, and his temper was also scary. Who would dare to provoke him?
"Benjamin Adams, what should we do?" the sycophantic male asked in a low voice.
"We don't need to deal with it under Old Brooks leadership. They won't be able to stay in the research institute for long. Just wait for it. When Old Brooks gets tired of her, there will be no place for her in Saint Hua's research institute!" Benjamin Adams complained helplessly.
"Yes, that's right. It's simply asking for death to be under Professor Brooks' supervision."
Benjamin Adams was a genius and a popular topic of conversation. He wouldn't have known about Amelia originally. However, the issue of the green card has been a hot topic these days, and Amelia was allowed to enter Saint Hua's research institute shortly after starting school, making him wonder. After all, even he wasn't allowed to enter until after graduation.
Back then, he had worked day and night for a year and a half. Seeing how easily Amelia had made it, he couldn't help but feel envious and look for trouble.
As for Amelia, she didn't need to pay attention to people like Benjamin Adams at all. These days, she had finished cleaning up and began to slowly organize the utility room. She didn't understand anything and didn't recognize anything. It was simply difficult to organize.
In the first two days, it took Amelia more than two hours to tidy up just over ten items. Gradually, as she read through about half of the books on the bookshelf, she found herself becoming more familiar with the instruments and her sorting speed increased significantly. With this pace, she felt that she could finish the entire task in no time, which made Amelia very satisfied.
On this day, Amelia spent two hours as usual and was pleased to see the cluttered room looking almost new. As she was about to leave, she was startled to see Professor Brooks collapsed on the lab bench, with an unknown liquid spilled all over it, and in critical condition.
Amelia quickly ran over, called the lab's emergency phone, and then pinched Professor Brooks' acupoint while waiting for help. Professor Brooks still hadn't regained consciousness even after a while, but Amelia remained calm and collected, and reached for a sleeve on her wrist, which turned out to be a row of fine needles. She had prepared them for self-defense since the last time Quinn Cooper sent someone to attack her. Among the eighteen needles, seventeen were soaked in a potent anesthetic for several days, just in case.
She took out the only needle that had not been soaked in any potion, sterilized it by heating it with alcohol on the lab bench, and then gently pricked Professor Brooks' acupoint and kneaded it. Finally, Professor Brooks slowly regained consciousness, but still appeared dazed.
Amelia spoke in a calm and detached voice, "Don't panic, Professor Brooks. I have called for medical assistance. Do you have any medical history or medication that you take regularly, and where is it kept?"
"In the first drawer, leftmost, of the number one... lab bench... Two pills!" replied Professor Brooks weakly.
Amelia quickly found the medicine bottle and gave Professor Brooks two pills, which eased his condition slightly. A few minutes later, the medical team arrived and quickly took Professor Brooks away for treatment.
Later, Amelia learned that Professor Brooks had a heart condition, and even though he was a prominent figure in the medical research community, he could not save himself. Nowadays, surgery is almost hopeless for him, and he should have retired from research long ago, but Professor Brooks insisted that he would rather die in the lab. Fortunately, Amelia was able to react in time. Otherwise, Professor Brooks might have had his wish granted and died on the lab bench.
Professor Brooks was sent to the internal ward of the lab, and Amelia received news that he had been saved after two days, but still needed some rest for the time being.
In the past few days, there was not a single person in the large laboratory, and Amelia didn't curiously touch anything. Even though Professor Brooks was not around, she continued to read and organize the items diligently.
A week later, Professor Brooks was still in the hospital, and she finally sorted out the last material. The abandoned storage room was refreshed, and the usable and unusable tools were arranged by Amelia to resemble a small laboratory.
She still didn't touch anything, as if she had no curiosity at all. She simply curled up next to the bookshelf and read without even blinking. It wasn't until two more days passed and she had finished reading all the books on the shelf that she finally stopped.
Recently, she heard that Professor Brooks' condition had improved and could be visited. After some thought, even though she didn't particularly like the old man, Professor Lee had been good to her, and she felt she should go see him.
At the internal ward of the research institute, Amelia was allowed to enter only after showing her identity.
Knocking on the door, she saw that Professor Brooks was much better, at least he could make a sound. Professor Lee, on the other hand, was a bit sad and turned his head to secretly wipe away his tears.
"Amelia, you came. Come over and sit down. It's all thanks to you this time!" Professor Lee quickly wiped his reddened eyes and spoke sincerely. It seemed that he was really scared.
"I didn't help much. It was the emergency medical staff in the lab who arrived in time."
Professor Lee wanted to say more, but Professor Brooks interrupted with a grunt, "How come you carry a silver needle with you?"
"It's a habit!" Amelia calmly replied.
"Well, that's a good habit." Professor Brooks glanced at her wrist and asked, "How did you know how to use the needle to puncture the acupoint?"
Yes, usually when someone is giving first aid, they might only pinch the philtrum, but who would dare to randomly puncture someone's acupoint? One mistake could be fatal.