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Even a student like Student Wei, who is considered "poor" in level, could hear something fishy, let alone the bosses and Sherlock Holmes Student Pan who were present.

Pan Shihua didn’t answer Student Wei’s question. His heart tightened as he recalled the scene of his grandfather’s death that day, and remembered the words he had said to Student Xie.

"Say again, what is your view on myocardial cell therapy?" Dr. Han thought the question he asked hadn’t been heard clearly enough by the other side, so he repeated it.

This teacher assumed that Student Xie did not understand myocardial cell therapy.

In response, Duan Sanbao lifted his ostrich head and shook his head to the boss cousin and others, indicating: She definitely understands what cell therapy is. We had already tested this in the Animal Experiment Building—she truly understands research.

Fingers tapping lightly on the conference table, the small whirlpools in Cao Zhao’s eyes swirled as he smiled: Just as he guessed, she was not really interested in the adjacent group’s project.

If that’s the case, it’s really disappointing. Not interested in their project, was she trying to study hemodynamics by looking at their myocardial cell slides? Dr. Han’s face fell. You can imagine the Immortal Brother across would bend over with laughter, saying repeatedly: "Impossible. Nobody researches that way."

Why should Dr. Han be so sure? Because their current research direction is based on many years of accumulated experience from predecessors, leading to these two current high-feasibility research paths.

Continuing on, it could only be said that Student Xie is daydreaming. No, what’s on Student Xie’s mind? Clearly a research-savvy straight-A student, yet the research direction they’re talking about is so messy.

To be accurate, Student Xie couldn’t reveal her purpose at all, only mentioning tangential ideas.

Sitting in the chair, Xie Wanying’s heart pounded again, trying to hide from the bosses—not easy. Her half-spoken sentence was enough to make the bosses ponder deeply about her.

As Doctor Mu Yongxian said, every predecessor has been a newcomer at some point. The bosses have an intimate understanding of how new research ideas come about.

To say the academic concepts Student Xie proposed are purely imaginary would be incorrect; they have a certain theoretical basis and feasibility, suggesting these ideas cannot be derived solely from reading books. Only one possibility remains for generating such an academic idea.

Doctor Mu Yongxian quickly asked, "Have you seen any clinical cases?"

The boss-like teacher is very intimidating. Xie Wanying carefully replied, "No. I don’t know what you mean, Teacher."

"I’m asking where your academic ideas came from. Did you get inspired by a clinical case to pursue this research?" Mu Yongxian said.

Boss Mu is truly an honest and sincere person, dissecting clinical academic thinking clearly and explaining it on the spot.

In comparison, the Immortal Brother comes across as even more scheming beyond words.

Only to see Cao Zhao smile by the corner of his mouth and gently say to the seemingly downcast Yingying: "Yingying, did you have a nightmare?"

Immortal Brother took into account her difficulty speaking and directly said she had a nightmare.

"A nightmare?" Dr. Han exclaimed loudly, criticizing sarcastically.

In a serious academic discussion meeting, what was the point of suddenly talking about having a nightmare?

"Don’t speak." Mu Yongxian turned his head, telling his own people to be quiet first.

Only the bosses can understand what another boss means when mentioning a nightmare.

The conference room fell silent momentarily. Many people felt like their heartbeats were about to explode.

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