A young boy from the 1970s, separated from his family, fled famine and led his younger brother into

"Uncle, could you help me move the stool to the blackboard?"

The child's voice, though still young, was eerily clear in the deathly silent laboratory.

The three top military doctors who had come from the headquarters suddenly jolted, as if awakened from a petrified state. They looked at each other, their expressions extremely complex.

In the end, it was that same military doctor surnamed Zhang, a tough guy who had removed bullets from his division commander on the battlefield, who walked over stiffly at this moment, as if performing some sacred mission, and carefully moved the small stool to the front of the huge blackboard.

He even wiped the dust off the stool with his hand.

Su Nianci thanked him and stepped on it expressionlessly.

Her small frame, standing on the stool, could barely reach the lower half of the blackboard. The scene should have been comical.

But none of the elites from Peking University present could manage a smile.

Their hearts tightened suddenly, and even breathing became difficult. Zhao Gang, who was lying on the ground, trembled like a leaf, sensing that an even more terrifying trial was about to begin!

Su Nianci did not start writing immediately.

Her small body leaned against the cold blackboard, and she turned her head, her clear black and white eyes sweeping over everyone present.

"Before we begin, let me say something."

"Your research direction was wrong from the very beginning."

What?!

This statement is even more damaging than the previous one about "academic fraud"!

If the previous criticisms were directed at Zhao Gang personally, this is now a complete denial of all the efforts made by the entire project team over the past few months!

The faces of the young researchers flushed instantly, and their fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Deceiving too much!

"You..." one of the researchers was about to speak in rebuttal.

"Shut up."

Su Nianci's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable commanding tone. "If you want to argue, wait until I finish. If you still think I'm wrong by then, then I'd rather not be the chief consultant."

After she finished speaking, she stopped looking at anyone, turned around, and raised the chalk in her hand.

"Sizzle—"

The chalk made a crisp sound as it swept across the blackboard.

She didn't write down the chemical formulas that everyone is familiar with, nor did she write down any calculations that they could understand.

What she drew was an extremely complex three-dimensional structural model composed of countless hexagons and mysterious symbols. The model was layered upon layered, like a miniature universe, full of the unknown and the mysterious.

"All your previous research was based on the premise that tubocurarine blocks acetylcholine receptors at the neuromuscular junction through competitive binding."

"This theory might have been correct twenty years ago."

As Su Nianci drew, she explained in a straightforward tone, as if she were talking about something as simple as eating and drinking.

"But you've overlooked the most crucial point: the toxin used by the 'water ghost' is a genetically modified variant. Its target isn't acetylcholine receptors at all, but rather the 'sodium-potassium ion pump' on nerve cell membranes!"

Sodium-potassium ion pump?

Everyone present, including the three military doctors, was completely stunned.

They had heard of this term before; it was a basic concept in their biology textbooks. But to say that it had any direct, even crucial, connection to neurotoxins was something they had never heard of before!

"What...what nonsense is she talking about?"

"The sodium-potassium ion pump? Isn't that a fundamental structure for maintaining the balance of electrical potentials inside and outside the cell? How could it become a toxin target?"

"She's just making things complicated! She must have picked up some half-baked theory from some cheap magazine!"

The researchers whispered among themselves, their eyes once again filled with suspicion as they looked at Su Nianci.

Su Nianci turned a deaf ear.

She drew faster and faster with her chalk, and the strange three-dimensional model on the blackboard became more and more complicated.

"Traditional antidotes work by providing higher concentrations of alternatives to compete with the toxin for receptors. But using them here would only accelerate the structural collapse of the sodium-potassium ion pump, causing nerve cells to die off faster!"

"That's why Uncle 'Flying Fish's' heart slice showed no signs of a heart attack. His heart muscle cells had already lost all bioelectrical activity before they died, turning into a pile of 'dead flesh'!"

Her words struck the hearts of the three military doctors like a hammer blow!

They recalled the descriptions in the autopsy report: disordered arrangement of cardiomyocytes, condensation of cell nuclei... At this moment, those pathological descriptions that they couldn't understand seemed to have a reasonable explanation!

"Then... what is the correct approach?" Dr. Zhang couldn't help but ask, his voice trembling with a sense of awe that he himself didn't realize.

Su Nianci did not answer him.

She simply wrote down a completely new reaction equation that they had never seen before, next to that complex three-dimensional model.

That formula wasn't in any known chemical or physical language on Earth. It was more like... more like a code from an extraterrestrial civilization!

"What...what the hell is this?"

"I can't understand a single word!"

"She's insane, she's absolutely insane!"

Just when everyone thought Su Nianci was making things up and was ready to laugh at her.

The heavy lead door of the laboratory creaked open.

Professor Chen Guang burst in, carrying a thermal lunchbox. He had obviously gone out of his way to get his precious child a late-night snack because he was worried the child would go hungry.

"Niannian, take a rest first, I'll get it done for you..."

His words came to an abrupt halt when he saw the blackboard covered in cryptic writing.

The insulated lunchbox in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," spilling scalding hot chicken soup all over the floor.

But he was completely unaware.

His body seemed to be frozen in place, completely still.

Those eyes, which were always full of wisdom and authority, were now wide open, staring intently at the strange equation on the blackboard.

His lips began to tremble, and the color drained from his face quickly, only to be replaced by a sickly flush!

"This...this...this is..."

He seemed to have witnessed some miracle, or perhaps the most terrifying demon; his fingers trembled as he pointed at the blackboard, unable to utter a complete sentence.

All the researchers present were startled by Professor Chen's unusual behavior.

"Professor Chen... what's wrong?" a bold researcher asked in a low voice.

Professor Chen Guang ignored him.

He staggered to the blackboard, stretched out his wrinkled hand, and gently, gently touched the cold chalk words as if caressing his most precious lover.

"The Herman-Feynman Paradox...A Quantum Entanglement Model Under the Curvature of Five-Dimensional Space..."

Professor Chen Guang muttered a series of terms that none of the people present had ever heard of.

He whirled around and grabbed the arm of the researcher closest to him with such force that he almost crushed the other’s bones!

"Quick! Quick! Camera! Take a picture of this blackboard, not missing an inch of it!"

"No! Use notes! Copy by hand! Not a single symbol can be wrong!"

He was like a madman, his voice sharp and shrill from extreme excitement!

"You bunch of idiots! Do you even know what this is?!"

"This is the key we've been searching for for ten years—the key to completely solving the problem of neural conduction!"

"This isn't a formula! This is a national treasure! No! This is a divine oracle! An oracle that will allow our country to lead the world in the field of neurobiology for at least fifty years!"

Professor Chen Guang's roar made the entire laboratory buzz.

All the researchers stood frozen in place, their minds blank.

They looked at the small figure standing on the stool, wearing a white coat, and their eyes no longer held any doubt or contempt.

All that remains is the most primal, the purest... fear.

They finally realized just how wrong they had been.

They weren't mocking a child who got in through connections.

What they are questioning is a god who truly walks among humans...

Looking at the chaotic scene before her, Su Nianci felt a deep weariness wash over her small body.

To create this model that is fifty years ahead of its time, she almost exhausted the knowledge she had accumulated over two lifetimes.

She jumped off the stool, silently took off the slightly ill-fitting white coat, folded it neatly, and placed it on the table.

"Professor Chen, I'm a little hungry."

She rubbed her empty stomach, looked up, and gazed at Professor Chen Guang, who was still in a state of excitement.

Professor Chen Guang then seemed to wake from a dream. Looking at Su Nianci's slightly pale face, he felt an overwhelming pang of heartache.

"I'm hungry! Yes, yes, it's time to eat!" He hurriedly and clumsily picked up the lunchbox from the ground. "Wait here, I'll get you something else! No! I'll have the cafeteria prepare something special for you! You can eat whatever you want!"

Su Nianci shook her head.

"No need, I can go to the cafeteria myself."

She doesn't like to be treated specially.

She turned and walked towards the laboratory door. Her small figure appeared somewhat lonely, yet incredibly determined, under the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd.

Walking down the empty corridor, she realized that her legs were going weak.

hungry.

So hungry.

I've never been this hungry in both of my lifetimes combined.

She quickened her pace and headed towards the direction of the cafeteria she remembered.

Finally, the familiar building of the cafeteria came into view, and the aroma of food wafted over on the wind, making her stomach rumble even louder.

She rushed into the cafeteria, only to be stumped by what she saw.

There was a long queue in front of the food window, and that window... was built way too high.

Even when she stood on tiptoe, she could barely see the cafeteria worker's chin.

What should we do?

Just as she was worrying, she suddenly heard a burst of malicious laughter.

"Hey, little one, where did you come from? Can you even reach that?"

"Are you cutting in line? Hurry up and join the back of the queue!"

Several older boys were looking down at her with mocking expressions.

Su Nianci's brows furrowed instantly.

Just as she was about to speak, a childish yet furious roar suddenly erupted from the cafeteria entrance!

"How dare you bully my sister?!"

"Are you all blind?! Do you even know who my sister is?!"