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The chill brought by the autumn wind last night had no effect on Su Nianci.

That letter from Kunlun was like a flame, continuously radiating warmth in the place closest to her heart.

That was her most steadfast warmth in this cold world.

The Kunlun Mountains were his battlefield, and this heavily guarded underground laboratory was hers.

When Su Nianci presented the special pass again and stepped into the laboratory that represented the country's top medical secrets, the atmosphere inside was clearly different from yesterday.

In addition to the smell of formaldehyde, there was an inexplicable tension and scrutiny in the air.

There were already seven or eight people standing in the laboratory. They were all dressed in impeccable white lab coats and were mostly around thirty years old. Each of them had sharp eyes, an arrogant expression, and exuded the elite aura of "the chosen ones."

These people are the core members of Professor Chen Guang's project team. Some are outstanding students selected through a rigorous process of selection from worker-peasant-soldier students, while others are top talents who emerged from the fierce competition after the resumption of the college entrance examination.

They are the true elites of this era, and each of them has their own pride.

When Su Nianci, who was barely taller than the lab bench, walked in, everyone's eyes turned to her.

In those eyes, there was curiosity and surprise, but more than anything, there was an undisguised contempt and skepticism.

Yesterday, the rumor that "a girl has solved the cause of 'Flying Fish's' death" has already spread in their small circle.

Nobody believed it.

They preferred to believe that this was a play deliberately arranged by Professor Chen Guang to save face for some important figure. And the little girl in front of them, who was as beautiful as a porcelain doll, was just a "connected person" who had been pushed to the forefront and had gotten in through huge back channels.

Su Nianci ignored these scrutinizing gazes.

She walked to her spot and stood still, as quiet as a statue.

This composure, far beyond his years, made several researchers who were about to make sarcastic remarks swallow their words.

"Everyone's here."

Professor Chen Guang walked in right on time, followed by the three general logistics army doctors who were present yesterday.

"I've gathered everyone here today to announce something."

Professor Chen Guang's gaze swept over everyone present. His imposing aura, though not angry, made the temperature in the laboratory drop several degrees.

Everyone held their breath.

"Based on the highest instructions from higher authorities and the actual needs of the project team, and upon my personal nomination and after careful consideration," Professor Chen Guang paused, each word like a heavy hammer striking everyone's hearts, "we are officially appointing Comrade Su Nianci as the chief consultant for our 'Sharp Sword' project."

General Consultant?!

These three words, like a thunderclap, exploded in everyone's minds!

The laboratory fell into dead silence!

Everyone stared wide-eyed, looking at Professor Chen Guang as if he were a madman, and at Su Nianci as if she were a monster.

A young girl as chief consultant?

What are consultants? Do consultants drink milk or play in the mud?!

This is no longer absurd; it is the greatest humiliation for these elites who have studied hard and overcome numerous obstacles to get here!

"Professor Chen! I disagree!"

A young man in his late twenties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, could no longer hold back and was the first to step forward.

His name is Zhao Gang. He was among the first batch of college students after the resumption of the college entrance examination. He was admitted to Peking University with the highest score in the city. He was the most academically capable and the proudest among his peers.

He pointed at Su Nianci, his face filled with barely suppressed anger and disdain.

"Let a mere young girl be the chief consultant? What does she know about nerve conduction? What does she know about ion channels? This is simply treating the nation's most important scientific research project like a joke!"

"That's right! We disagree!"

Zhao Gang's words were like igniting a powder keg, and the others immediately echoed his sentiments.

"Professor Chen, we respect you as a senior authority, but you can't act so recklessly!"

"We have no objection to letting her come in to audit the classes and learn, but she's not qualified for the position of chief consultant!"

Immediately, public sentiment was agitated, and voices of opposition rose and fell.

The three military doctors who were so polite to Su Nianci yesterday now frowned. Although they didn't say anything, their disapproval was obvious.

In the entire laboratory, apart from Professor Chen Guang, Su Nianci has become the target of everyone's criticism.

Faced with this "mutiny" that was almost out of control, Professor Chen Guang showed no surprise.

He seemed to have anticipated all of this.

He didn't get angry, nor did he offer any explanation. He simply looked calmly at the group of excited young people and asked a casual question:

"Are you done talking?"

That calm tone carried an immense sense of pressure, silencing all dissenting voices.

Zhao Gang, his neck stiff, wanted to say something more, but Professor Chen Guang's cold gaze forced him back down.

The laboratory fell silent once again.

"Now that you've finished speaking, listen to what I have to say."

Professor Chen Guang turned around and took out something wrapped in silk from a sterile cabinet behind him.

In front of everyone, he untied the silk layer by layer.

What was visible inside was... a white lab coat.

A white lab coat with extremely exquisite workmanship, but an unbelievably small size.

The size was clearly tailor-made for a child.

Amidst the astonished and uncertain gazes of the crowd, Professor Chen Guang, holding the miniature white coat, walked up to Su Nianci.

He didn't say anything, but personally helped Su Nianci put on this "battle robe" that symbolized her identity and responsibility.

Not too big, not too small, just right.

As the last button was fastened, the small figure in the Dacron floral dress was instantly covered by the pure white color.

At this moment, Su Nianci's aura changed.

Just now, she was just a beautiful and composed "genius boy".

Now, wearing this white coat, she looks like a general about to go to the battlefield, putting on her own armor!

Those clear, black and white eyes no longer held any childlike innocence, only the calmness, professionalism, and...unquestionable authority of a top-notch doctor!

She raised her head, her gaze calmly sweeping over Zhao Gang and then over everyone present who harbored resentment towards her.

She didn't say anything.

But that look seemed to say:

Your questions are meaningless.

From today onwards, I'm in charge here.

Zhao Gang's heart skipped a beat when she looked at him, and he subconsciously took a half step back.

He could actually sense a murderous aura in the boy's eyes!

How is this possible?!

Professor Chen Guang smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the scene before him.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

Trying to persuade these proud and arrogant elites with words is futile.

Only absolute authority and unquestionable action can completely crush their arrogance!

"Alright, the ceremony is over."

Professor Chen Guang clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention back.

"Now, let's begin the meeting."

He walked to the front of the podium, his expression becoming extremely serious.

"Yesterday, we found out the cause of Comrade 'Flying Fish's' sacrifice: the 'Water Ghost' organization used a new type of neurotoxin, ice needles."

"The problem that our 'Sharp Sword' project team is currently working on is an antidote for a targeted 'neurotransmission blocking agent.' But at present, the project's progress has been stalled."

Professor Chen Guang's gaze fell on Zhao Gang, who had just led the disturbance.

Zhao Gang's heart skipped a beat.

"A set of original experimental data on tubocurarine that we exchanged with West Germany contained serious anomalies, which made it impossible for us to continue our research."

Professor Chen Guang looked at Zhao Gang and said in a completely emotionless tone:

"Zhao Gang, you are the leader of the data analysis team."

"Now, give all the original data to our consultant, Mr. Su."

"Let her tell you exactly where the problem lies."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gang's face instantly turned extremely ugly!

But a glint of ruthlessness and scheming flashed quickly in the depths of his eyes.

The opportunity is coming!

He grinned maliciously, turned around, and took out a thick stack of documents filled with German writing from the safe, slamming them heavily onto the table in front of Su Nianci.

That stack of documents was taller than Su Nianci herself.

"Advisor Su," Zhao Gang said, his tone dripping with sarcasm and provocation, "the documents are all here, all in their original German, not a single word translated."

"You'd better look carefully. If you can't find any problems... I'm afraid your position as 'Chief Consultant' might be in jeopardy."