Xu Yun was determined to save his daughter. The moral implications of other issues, like possibly stealing Lin Xian’s manuscript, seemed trivial. His primary focus was preparing the hibernation chamber’s filling fluid, an urgent necessity given his daughter’s dire condition.


    With resolve, he set up the experiment ording to the manuscript’s instructions.


    But problems emerged soon.


    “This chemical equation isn’t right,” he muttered under his breath.


    As dawn painted the sky with streaks of light, Xu Yun, scratching his head in confusion, struggled with the stubborn chemical form. He tried several adjustments, but each attempt failed. Even skipping steps to proceed with the next part of the process proved fruitless.


    “This chain reaction is inevitable, but it… it seems incorrect.”


    His sses fogged over as he pondered. The manuscript had proven urate in earlier tests—like the sessful crystallization experiment. However, this particr reaction refused to behave as expected in theboratory setting. What was the issue?


    Xu Yun considered two possibilities based on his extensive research experience: the chain reaction’s form might be iplete, perhaps missing some initial steps or specific conditions that Lin Xian hadn’t documented, or the equation itself could be incorrect, possibly misrecorded by Lin Xian.


    “What should I do?” he pondered aloud.He debated whether to solve the puzzle independently or to seek rification from Lin Xian.


    Despite the all-nighter, fatigue hadn’t touched Xu Yun. He paced back and forth in theb, deep in thought. Eventually, his concern for his daughter, teetering on the brink of respiratory failure, hastened his decision.


    “I must get Lin Xian’s assistance.”


    After a moment of contemtion and cleaning his sses, Xu Yun resolved, “However, I need to keep this data under wraps. Regardless of his motives, Lin Xian meant well. I can’t let this drag him down.”


    Unfortunately, Xu Yun didn’t have Lin Xian’s direct contact and barely remembered that he was employed at MX Company, under Zhao Ying Jun’s leadership.


    “It seems I’ll need to visit MX Company to locate Lin Xian.”


    ncing at his phone, he noted the time—8:30 AM. He quickly donned his coat and drove towards the city.


    An hourter, he arrived at the bustling reception of MX Company.


    “Hello,” he greeted politely.


    The receptionist noticed a middle-aged man, his sses thick, approaching with a slight pant. “I need to see Lin Xian.”


    “Do you have an appointment, sir?” the receptionist inquired with a courteous smile.


    “Uh, no,” Xu Yun stammered. “Just tell him that—”


    “Professor Xu Yun!” A surprised shout cut through the lobby. All eyes turned as Wang, the marketing manager of MX Company, exited the elevator, his expression one of shock.


    Hurrying over, Manager Wang grasped Xu Yun’s hands with evident excitement. “Professor Xu Yun, what an honor! If we had known, we would’ve arranged a special wee!”


    “I’m not here for pleasantries,” Xu Yun replied, shaking off his hand with slight impatience.


    “Understood, you wish to see our CEO, Zhao. Please, enjoy some refreshments in the VIP room while I notify her.”


    Manager Wang, having met Xu Yun previously with Zhao Ying Jun, understood his importance. Xu Yun was a coveted contact for major cosmetic firms globally; even Zhao had considered it a lost cause to secure his coboration recently. Yet, here he was, unexpectedly.


    “We must ensure he’s well cared for.”


    “Please, make yourselffortable, Professor Xu. I’ll inform Zhao immediately.”


    Xu Yun wanted to rify his purpose but was swiftly escorted to the VIP room by the chattering Manager Wang.


    Resigned, Xu Yun sat, his mind on finding Lin Xian for urgent discussions. Yet, without knowing Lin Xian’s exact location within thepany, perhaps starting with Zhao Ying Jun might be more tactful.


    Manager Wang, after ensuring Xu Yun’sfort, hurriedly called Zhao Ying Jun.


    “Ms. Zhao, pleasee to the lobby immediately! It’s urgent!”


    “What’s the matter?” Zhao Ying Jun’s voice was steady.


    “It’s Professor Xu Yun—he’s here, unexpectedly!”


    On the 22nd floor, Zhao Ying Jun stood abruptly. “Are you certain?”


    “Absolutely! Please hurry! This could be pivotal for ourpany!”


    Minutester, Zhao Ying Jun, nked by three vice presidents, strode into the VIP room, her team tense with anticipation. Xu Yun represented a significant opportunity for their uing Rhine brandunch.


    “Why has Professor Xu Yune?” Zhao queried as she approached Manager Wang.


    “No clue, Ms. Zhao. He just showed up without prior notice!”


    Nodding, Zhao turned to her vice presidents. “Let’s not mention our intent to purchase the chemicalpound authorization just yet. Let’s hear him out first.”


    The vice presidents agreed, sensing the gravity of Xu Yun’s unexpected visit.


    “Flexibility is key,” one whispered.


    As Zhao Ying Jun entered the VIP room with a weing smile, Xu Yun rose to greet her. “Ms. Zhao, I apologize for my sudden appearance.”


    “There’s no need, Professor Xu,” Zhao replied graciously. “How can we assist you today?”


    “I urgently need to see Lin Xian. Could you direct me to him?”


    Zhao was taken aback, not expecting Xu Yun’s urgent request to see Lin Xian, especially given his exhausted demeanor. Maintaining herposure, she reached for her phone.


    “Of course, Professor. Please have some tea while I contact him.”


    “No, please,” Xu Yun interjected earnestly, standing. “Take me to him directly. I need a private conversation.”


    The vice presidents exchanged puzzled looks. What could be so urgent about meeting Lin Xian directly?


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