With the board approving the additional investment, Eleanor felt a sense of relief. After a conversation with Joel, she learned that the civilian side of the project was progressing smoothly, and Goodwin & Co.''s stock was performing well.
Just as she returned to theb, her phone rang. The screen disyed Principal Maxwell''s name.
"Principal Maxwell," Eleanor answered.
"Eleanor, I''ll be at theb at three this afternoon. There are some research details I''d like to discuss with you in person."
Something clicked in Eleanor''s mind. For Principal Maxwell to make a special trip to Ashford City to see her only reinforced her suspicions.
"Principal Maxwell," she began, "can you tell me if there''s someone who needs the Neural Interface Project for treatment?"
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end. "We''ll talk in person."
At three o''clock sharp, Principal Maxwell arrived at theb. He looked even more serious than usual, and the dark circles under his eyes suggested he hadn''t been sleeping well. This only confirmed her theory-there was indeed a patient with a special status awaiting treatment.
"Eleanor, let''s get straight to the point. I have a flight to catch soon," Principal Maxwell said, opening theptop he had brought with him. "These are thetest brain scan data."
Eleanor stared at theplex series of brain images on the screen and frowned. "What caused this pattern of damage in the patient?"
"It was caused by an explosion''s shockwave," Principal Maxwell stated.
Eleanor froze, her mind going nk for a moment.
Principal Maxwell''s expression grew solemn. "Eleanor, I need you to pour all your energy into this neural interface research. This technology will affect the fates of many people in the future." He then shifted his tone. "In many border conflicts, soldiers have suffered simr brain injuries. If this technology can achieve a breakthrough, it could save countless young lives."
Eleanor was slightly taken aback. So, it was to treat soldiers on the front lines? That certainly made sense, as such injuries weremon in military operations.
"I understand," Eleanor nodded. "I''ll do everything I can to speed up the research."
"That''s why the government ces such high importance on this project," Principal Maxwell added.
Eleanor nodded again. She now
understoodn''smitment to the project. He must have received
signals from higher-ups and gone
shouldering a great deal of
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responsibility and pressure, knowing the technology''s importance to the Country and its medical
advancement.
Maxwell closed hisptop, his expression grave. "I''ll have my doctoral student, Ryan, report here tomorrow. He''s made significant contributions to neural signal decoding and should be a great help."
"Thank you, Principal Maxwell," Eleanor said sincerely. Ryan was a well-known young schr in the field, and his involvement would definitely speed up their progress.
After Principal Maxwell left, Eleanor sat alone in theb for a while, carefully re- examining the patient''s brain scan data.
In the evening, Eleanor received a message fromn saying he would pick up their daughter, so she could continue her work without worry.
Eleanor knew she would need his cooperation and help during this period. She wasfortable entrusting their daughter''s care to him. I the past, she''d worried about Vanessa Shannon''s influence, but with Vanessa out of the picture, that concern was gone.
Later, Gwenda poked her head in. "Eleanor, someone sent food. Come and eat!" "Who ordered it?" Eleanor asked, curious.
"I''m not sure, but the packaging is clearly from a five-star hotel. Could it be Mr. Goodwin?" Gwenda asked with a smile.
The only person who knew she was workingte here wasn. Eleanor gave a nomittal nod. "Alright, I''ming."
The meal wasvish, a real treat for everyone working overtime.
After eating, Eleanor and Callie
returned to theb to analyze recent data from their experiments on monkeys. Before she knew it, she nced at her watch and was startled to see it was already mine o''clock.