Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 576

Without pausing, Vivienne leveraged the crushing weight of WH's reputation to continue her public execution of Willow's work. "Secondly, regarding your targeted precision gene cleavage technology, your core argument is that it adapts to pediatric patients and lowers the risk of post-operative skin fibrosis. But based on my years of frontline research experience, your cleavage logic contains a fatal flaw."

"You completely ignored the fragmented nature of the gene chains in EB patients. The cleavage sites you selected are far too singular. It might look fantastic in the short term, but long-term monitoring will inevitably reveal genetic backlash, directly escalating the risk of severe skin ulceration."

She looked up, delivering her judgment with cold arrogance. "Did you honestly miss such an obvious technical flaw? Or did you deliberately hide it just to churn out results and secure the patent? For a researcher, ignoring clinical risks and falsifying data isn't just an academic oversight. It's blatant scientific misconduct."

Finally, Vivienne delivered a blanket condemnation, seeking to obliterate the entirety of Willow's presentation. "To summarize, I completely reject all your research findings today. Your entire theoretical framework crumbles under scrutiny, your data is highly suspect, and your technology holds fatal flaws. You don't deserve to be on this stage, let alone file for a national-level core patent."

As her words hung in the air, the hall fell dead silent.

Everyone stared in shock. They knew WH would have critiques, but no one expected a total annihilation. Even so, subconsciously, the room was already siding with Vivienne. After all, she was the legendary WH—her reputation was stellar, her track record verifiable. And this Willow was just some rookie researcher who had popped out of nowhere.

A wave of hushed whispers broke out. Countless eyes—filled with doubt, scrutiny, and surprise—fixed heavily on Willow.

But Willow merely lifted her gaze, not a single trace of panic in her eyes, leaving only a frigid calm. Her posture remained perfectly straight, the hand holding the clicker steady as stone.

Three seconds of silence passed.

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