?Chapter 543:
They had thought everything would go smoothly after getting the new equipment, but now this unexpected problem was holding them back. No one on the team had worked with this kind of sample before, so they werepletely in the dark about how it behaved or how to fix the issue.
Ste was just as frustrated.
That night, alone in her dorm room, shey in bed, tossing and turning.
Sleep wouldn’te—her mind kept circling back to the data, searching for anything she might’ve missed, anything that could move their research forward. However, the longer she thought about it, the more her anxiety grew. Eventually, her head started to ache.
She finally got up to grab a painkiller, only to find that the bottle in her drawer had expired.
Just as she was about to toss it in the trash, something clicked. Her eyes widened. The pieces suddenly made sense.
Without wasting another second, she snatched up her phone and called Elbert, not caring howte it was.
“Elbert, I think I just figured something out,” she said, her voice filled with excitement.
Early the next morning, Ste and her team arrived at the research institute ahead of schedule. In theb, they began carefully cing the remaining samples into sealed, insted boxes.
She recalled how the pills from yesterday had to be stored in a dry, low-light environment to preserve their active ingredients.
Until now, all their insted boxes had been transparent—exposing the samples to light and likely shortening their lifespan.
It urred to her that maybe that was the problem.
Even though Elbert wasn’t sure if her solution would work, he was willing to give it a shot.
Originally, the samples would have lost their viability by this morning, but thanks to Ste’s method, they maintained excellent viability well into the afternoon.
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“Sylvia, it really worked! The remaining samples are saved!” Elbert called out excitedly.
Seeing the joy on his face, Ste’s lips curved into a small smile. “If they can stay active, we’ll finally be able toplete the experimental data.”
Once she confirmed the samples were stable, Ste refined the form they’d been using, developing a brand-new algorithm—precise down to two decimal ces.
Elbert and the others hadn’t seen an approach like this before. When she showed them the form, they were stunned.
“Sylvia, did youe up with this algorithm yourself?” Elbert asked, eyebrows raised.
Ste nodded. “The traditional form takes too long and leaves room for error. This one reduces the margin of error and saves time.”
Elbert reviewed it line by line, double-checking each step. Everything held up. The forms were urate—and much more efficient than what they’d been using.
He couldn’t help but marvel at her. Once again, Ste proved herself to be a genius—maybe even on William’s level.
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