bI /bneither denied nor exined, just softly hummed in agreement, then hung the phone.

The moment the phone screen went dark, I felt somewhat empty inside.

Once upon a time, I wrote three international medical journal articles in one go and overnight topped the neuroscience rising star rankings. Back then, I was called “the genius therapist of the medical world” by the industry

Even many famous professors wanted to invite me to dinner to discuss cooperation, but I refused them all.

I only said: “Results belong to the collective. It doesn’t matter who did it; what matters is that it can save people.”

But now, my world was in chaos. The mostplex experiments were suspended, the most urgent research ns were shelved. And all of this was because of the man before me… who once destroyed me and now seemed like he had a different soul.

I collected my thoughts and said to my remote assistant Hannah: “Let’s publish the new research results the day before Christmas.”

This paper on neural regeneration and brainwave intervention, I had actually finished writing long ago, but several pieces of data always left me unsatisfied.

“Got it.”

Hannah typed on her keyboard while responding quickly: “I’ll immediately make announcements on research forums and major databases.”

“Mm, good.” I nodded.

Each of my research projects would be followed, interpreted, and pursued.

As long as I released word that “new results will be made public soon,” research institutions, foundations, andpanies from around the world would contact me for cooperation.

Normally, scientific research results of this caliber should have been used to negotiatemercial licensing long ago – for money, resources, and tforms.

But I didn’t like that approach.

I only opened cooperation to people who aligned with my principles.

I told Hannah: We only work ording to principles, not money.

Hannah naturally understood my character. This time as usual, she would wait for various parties to submit cooperation requests, then screen for teams or tforms with the highestpatibility and most aligned research directions.

So ultimately, having money didn’t necessarily guarantee exclusive licensing rights to my research results.

Soon, news that “Moonveil will release new neural system regeneration experimental results at Christmas” caused a huge sensation in the scientific researchmunity, even trending on global academic tforms.

Not only did foreign colleagues, institutions, and funding organizations pay attention, but the domestic medicalmunity also exploded.

It was said that the disgraced medical influencer Ashley immediately had her team contact Hannah, trying to secure co–authorship or interpretation rights for this new result.

She knew too well that if she could participate in the further development and promotion of this achievement, her professional reputation and even her entire team’s revival would be just around the corner.

But she wasn’t the only one wanting to secure cooperation.

There were plenty of people with more power, resources, and understanding of the rules than her.

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bChapter 269 /b

At bthis /bbmoment /bin bMoscow/bb, /bafter finishing a ballet performance, a woman walked off stage like a proud swan and came before a wealthy bbusinessman/b.

b“/bbDaddy/bb, /bdid you see the news? Moonveil is going to release new research results. The woman was beautiful, bearing a three point resemnce to bme/b. “I want her to add my name to the research, so it’ll be convenient for me to apply to schools.”

The wealthy businessman doted on this daughter most and readily agreed: “Alright, whatever you want, Daddy will buy it for

Helena’s lips curved upward: “Thank you, Daddy,”

r you.”

“Now that the performance is

over, we should return home, or your mother will worry.” The businessman added.

“Okay.”

Helena took the businessman’s arm, and soon someone brought a shawl to drape over her.

Before getting in the car, he couldn’t help saying: “This time when we go backt’s also time to find you a boyfriend.”

Hearing this, Helena shook her head: “I don’t want a boyfriend. I want to stay y you and Mom’s side forever.”

“Silly girl.” The businessman’s eyes were full of indulgence.

Helena said this, but after getting in the car, thinking about returning to Silver Moon Pack, a rebellious figure unconsciously surfaced in her mind.

If she really had to find a boyfriend, it would have to be him to be worthy of her.

Silver Moon Pack.

I also received email notifications from assistant Hannah almost all cooperation invitations from major domestic and foreign institutions and individuals, with varied content but a consistent theme: wanting to participate in the research project I was about to publish.

Hannah’s tone carried a hint of lightness: “Among them is a wealthy businessman who says he wants to secure cooperation opportunities for his daughter.”

I frowned: “What would a ballet dancer want with participating in a medical project?”

As I spoke, I casually clicked on a video and saw a woman dancing gracefully like a groud swan on the ballet stage.

My pupils contracted slightly, and my hand involuntarily tightened.