"The paper on 'telomerase-directed activation' you published in Nature three years ago, which established your status as the 'rising star in academia' and got you a lucrative headhunting offer from Changkang..."
At the corner of Ling Shuang's mouth, a rare, ice-cold arc appeared, "The reproducibility of the original experimental data is pathetically low. Moreover, 'Yuheng' found records in the global patent database and a certain private website's transaction records that closely resemble the core data and charts of that paper, from an unpublished manuscript with an earlier date. The buyer seems to be an offshore account, ultimately traced to... tsk tsk."
"Boom!" Chen Mingzhe felt his mind go blank, as if an invisible heavy hammer had struck him hard.
The foundation of all his arrogance, status, and threats crumbled instantly under the ruthless scrutiny of "Yuheng" and Ling Shuang's cold statement.
