Chapter 107
Chapter 107:
“Thank you for the reprimand, Dr. Zhang,” her clear, cold voice rang out across the hall. “I apologize for the foolishness of my past four years p>
She paused. The silence in the room was absolute.
“But from this second forward,” June said, “science is my only faith. Now — let us look at the Phase II clinical data p>
The giant LED screen behind June shifted instantly.
A vast, intricate web of molecular structures and dynamic cellular metabolic rates filled the display. June did not glance at a single note. She began her keynote in flawless, rapid, high-level English.
𝗟a𝘁𝘦𝘴𝗍 с𝗵𝗮𝘱𝘵𝖾𝘳s 𝗈𝗻.с𝘰𝗆
“The traditional T-cell blockade pathways exhibit a thirty-two percent off-target rate when confronted with high-frequency mutations,” she stated.
Her voice was perfectly steady — carrying the absolute, undeniable authority of someone dictating the laws of a field she had built herself. She raised a laser pointer and traced the new double-helix blocking mechanism across the screen, dismantling the chemical bonds with surgical precision.
In the front row, the initial skepticism on the faces of the senior scientists dissolved within minutes. Their expressions shifted into something rawer — intense, hungry concentration. Two directors from the National Academy of Sciences drew out leather notebooks and began writing furiously, scrambling to capture the core parameters June was presenting as though they were self-evident.
Cole sat in the back row.
He did not understand a single word of the medical terminology.
But he understood power.
He saw the way the most brilliant minds in the country were watching his wife — with something that looked, unmistakably, like worship. Beneath the harsh stage lights, June was radiant, exuding a raw intellectual dominance that seemed to alter the atmosphere of the room itself.
Cole’s heart hammered violently against his ribs. A sudden, dark, entirely unfamiliar wave of desire and awe crashed through him. He was terrified of her. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life.
Beside him, Alycia was unraveling.
She could not follow the English terminology. She leaned over and grabbed the sleeve of an older investor to her left. “She stole those numbers!” she hissed. “She is a fraud — she doesn’t know what she is talking about p>
The investor tore his arm away as though her touch burned him. “Shut your mouth,” he said quietly, his voice cutting. “Do not interrupt a presentation that is going to save millions of lives p>
Forty minutes passed in what felt like seconds.
June clicked the pointer one final time, bringing up a clean, irrefutable graph of the Phase II survival rates. “Science does not believe in miracles,” her voice carried through the silent hall. “It only believes in data. Thank you p>
She lowered the microphone and gave a slight bow.
For ten full seconds, the hall held its breath.
Then the room detonated.
Every person present — the investors, the executives, the National Academy directors — surged to their feet. The standing ovation was thunderous, overwhelming, and entirely unanimous.