Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 463

The brief exchange of questions and answers was crystal clear, precise, and highly professional, without a trace of confusing jargon or fluff.

Smith was thoroughly stunned, his deep blue eyes widening in sheer disbelief.

He had only intended to test her with a couple of fundamental questions, but he never expected that someone as young as Willow would possess such an exhaustive understanding of clinical treatments, age adaptability, and the primary obstacles in combating Epidermolysis Bullosa.

Both her clinical reasoning and diagnostic logic were incredibly precise.

What was even more astonishing was that her answers and cognitive approach instantly reminded Smith of the exact person he had been searching for. Their styles were uncannily similar.

Finding that individual was, in fact, his primary objective for this trip to China.

But on second thought, he looked at the serene, youthful face before him. Could someone this young truly be the mysterious researcher who had introduced groundbreaking, disruptive concepts to the global field of gene editing?

After pondering it for a moment, Smith concluded the answer was obvious: it was impossible.

What kind of pedigree did that require? It was a pinnacle of academia that countless top-tier geneticists and rare disease experts worldwide couldn't reach, even after dedicating their entire lives and decades of tireless research to the subject.

If it really were her, the entire history of this medical field would have to be rewritten.

Leo was visibly irritated by the older man's sudden appearance and unprompted interrogation. Mindful of Smith's status, he kept his temper in check but couldn't resist dropping a passive-aggressive hint. "If you're done with your questions, we have a tight schedule to keep."

The implication was obvious—they had work to do, he was intruding, and it was time for him to leave.

Smith didn't take offense, merely nodding in acknowledgment.

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