Dean Zhou looked around at everyone and said, "Let me formally introduce you all. This is Mr. Shi Heng, the representative of Kangrui Hospital's controlling shareholder, and this is Dean Si Wenjie."

"The existing management structure of the Pujiang Center remains unchanged, and all scientific research projects will be incorporated into the Kangrui Medical system from now on."

The laboratory suddenly became quiet, and all the researchers' eyes were focused on Shi Heng and Si Wenjie.

Shi Heng took a step forward and said, "I acquired the entire center for one purpose only...your neural remodeling project."

He looked around and finally landed his gaze on Chen Mingyuan. "Within three days, I want to see a feasible plan that increases the success rate from 30% to 50%."

"absurd!"

Chen Mingyuan suddenly took off his glasses and said, "Scientific research is not a joke! This is not a numbers game for you businessmen to play!"

Shi Heng didn't refute immediately. He looked at his watch and said, "My time is worth seven figures per minute, and you—"

He looked up into Chen Mingyuan's red eyes. "In the past two years, funding has been cut six times. As far as I know, the team hasn't been paid for two months."

This sentence was like a heavy punch, leaving Chen Mingyuan with his mouth open but unable to speak.

Indeed, this money-burning project has not made any breakthrough progress for three consecutive years, and the board of directors has long been impatient. It is all thanks to him, the project leader, who has been carrying the pressure and persisting.

"Complete the task within three days and receive a reward of 10 million."

The laboratory exploded instantly.

Someone knocked over a chair without noticing. The most senior doctor, Dr. Wang, grabbed the lab table to avoid collapsing. Xiao Zhang, who had just graduated, had tears in his eyes. He was still worried about next month's rent last week.

Chen Mingyuan looked at Shi Heng with disbelief on his face, "You...what on earth do you want to do? Scientific research can't be accelerated by throwing money at it!"

Shi Heng didn't answer immediately, but turned to Dean Zhou and said, "Arrange a separate meeting room for me and Professor Chen."

Dean Zhou nodded quickly, "Okay...Okay, it's next door."

As soon as the door of the conference room closed, Shi Heng suddenly let go of his domineering aura.

He placed his hands on the conference table and said earnestly, "Professor Chen, my wife...she's been using Seven Days Sandalwood for thirteen years, and her nerves may have been controlled."

"With all this money and resources, I only want one result - to keep her safe."

Chen Mingyuan stood there in a daze.

He originally thought that the business tycoon in front of him wanted to monopolize the technology and make huge profits, but he didn't expect that the other party invested just to save his wife.

Just then, there was a knock on the conference room door.

Si Wenjie pushed the door open and walked in. "Heng, they're here."

Eight researchers in white coats stood outside the door, both men and women with different skin colors. Leading them was a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes.

"Professor Anderson?!" Chen Mingyuan screamed.

This person is the winner of the Noelle Prize in Physiology and a well-deserved leader in the field of neuroscience!

"Chen, long time no see." Anderson smiled and extended his hand. "Looks like we need to tackle a difficult problem together."

Shi Heng looked at Chen Mingyuan and said, "Your team will cooperate with Noah's team. There will be enough funds. What I want is results, the sooner the better."

Chen Mingyuan was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly bowed deeply, "Mr. Shi, I will do my best."

Si Wenjie stood aside, watching this scene, and was deeply shocked.

For Gu Youran, Shi Heng actually invited the top scientific research team and invested such astonishing resources...

Shi Heng walked to the window, and the sunlight shone on the crooked scarf around his neck.

He gently touched the place where the stitches were missing and murmured softly, "Hurry up, my Youbao can't wait any longer."

…

8:15 pm.

Gu Youran finished filming and returned to the villa alone.

The room was quiet, without Shi Heng's figure or voice. My heart felt empty, as if a piece was missing.

She went straight upstairs to the study and took out the "wordless book" from the drawer.

Open the third eye.

Words and meridian diagrams clearly appeared on the originally blank pages.

Gu Youran quickly flipped through the books, searching for records about the "Nine Star Miracle Doctor", especially those on how to treat backlash from using the Nine Star Acupuncture Method and loss of the five senses.

Half an hour later.

She closed the book in disappointment, her brow furrowed.

The book only details the acupuncture techniques from the first to the ninth level, and doesn't mention the backlash from the ninth level's 'Resurrection', let alone methods for treating the loss of the five senses."

She raised her hand and touched her nose unconsciously.

Now, all she had lost was her sense of smell, and this was only the first backlash.

The second time, the third time...

She didn't dare to think too much about it, she just felt heavy in her heart and a little irritated.

Reluctantly, he opened the wordless book again and ran his fingers across the rough edge of the pages.

Just then, a slight tingling sensation came from the fingertips.

Looking down, I saw a drop of bright red blood slowly seeping out from my fingertips.

What was strange was that the blood drop actually had a faint golden color.

Just as she was about to find a tissue to wipe it, the drop of blood happened to fall on the blank space on the last page of the wordless book.

“Pah—”

The blood droplets fell on the pages of the book, but did not spread out like ordinary blood drops.

Instead, it gradually seeps into the paper as if being absorbed.

Then, lines of handwriting began to emerge.

Gu Youran's eyes suddenly widened, her heart pounding so hard it almost jumped out of her throat.

She held her breath, watching the words gradually become clear on the blank page:

[Nine Star Acupuncture: Tenth Level]

Just as I was about to take a closer look, the phone on the table suddenly vibrated.

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