"The development of cancer treatments shouldn't be a cash cow for venture capitalists. It needs to genuinely serve the everyday public. Because of that, the development cycle has to be longer, ensuring every single phase is as perfect as humanly possible."
Nora pressed her lips together, her mouth feeling incredibly dry. "I apologize, Dr. Reed. My perspective might be a bit naive. I'd appreciate any guidance you could offer."
Hearing this, Dr. Reed finally broke into a wide smile, a flash of deep gratification in his eyes. The previously stern expression melted away, replaced by the warm look of a kind mentor. He waved his hand dismissively, his tone affectionate.
"No need for false modesty, Nora. If your ideas are naive, then every single doctoral student I've mentored over the years needs to go back and retake their courses."
His admiration for her was completely unconcealed. "You're bold, your moral compass is true, your academic foundation is rock solid, and you're not afraid to speak your mind. But what's truly rare is your unyielding tenacity. You're lying in a hospital bed with a massive injury, yet you answered all my relentless questions without flinching, sharing your insights with absolute sincerity. I've been in this industry for decades, and I haven't seen that kind of character often. You are certainly one of the few."
Nora's cheeks flushed at the high praise. She felt a bit embarrassed and didn't quite know how to respond.
Dr. Reed chuckled. "Nora, come see me once you're fully healed. I'm heading up a prestigious national research project, and I'm currently looking for a core team member who understands both foundational research and clinical application just like you do. If you're interested, I can save the spot for you."
Nora's head snapped up, her eyes wide with absolute disbelief.



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