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In the glass beaker on the experiment table, there floated an almost transparent cornea.

Due to a failed experiment, the edge of the cornea had begun to show signs of yellowing and necrosis.

Viola Thompson’s brow furrowed slightly as she reached out with her right hand, “Experiment logbook.”

Xavier, who had already prepared these items, handed Viola the logbook without hesitation.

Viola took the logbook.

She flipped through it quickly.

So quickly that she didn’t even seem to be actually reading it, as if she were just toying with it.

Seeing this, Sylvia Thompson’s face clearly showed her contempt.

She knew Viola was just a pretender.

Just wait!

Real soon, Viola would be kicked out of the Laboratory.

By that time, there would be a good show to watch.

For a moment, the laboratory fell silent.

It was a bit quiet.

Everyone was waiting for Viola to speak.

Then Sylvia asked, “Master J, may I ask what you think about the experiment?”

Viola did not pay attention to Sylvia, but turned towards Edward Bankston, “There are five layers to the cornea: the epithelial cell layer, Bowman layer, stroma, Descemet membrane, and endothelial cell layer. Additionally, the cornea is full of extremely sensitive nerve endings, allowing the eyelids to instinctively close and protect the eye when foreign objects come into contact with it. However, your regenerated cornea lacks the most important stroma layer and the corresponding nerve endings; hence, the widespread cell death.”

With a casual tone, Viola immediately identified the issue, and then began leading the team in carrying out experiments.

Dressed in a blue lab coat, her eyes slightly downcast as she focused on the experiments, Viola was indeed a striking sight.

Her long and dense eyelashes cast a faint shadow below her eyelids.

Like a little fan.

Xavier, who had initially shared Sylvia’s doubts about Master J, was now thoroughly convinced.

There was a reason why Master J was called a ‘Master.’

Then, he looked over at Sylvia.

She was dumbfounded.

A chill ran through her hands and feet.

She had wanted to use this opportunity to unmask Viola’s fake persona and kick her while she was down.

But, she never expected that Viola would actually

Just then, Xavier whispered into her ear, “Master J is indeed amazing!”

With that, he continued, “No wonder the ancients often said, ‘Listening to a wise man is better than ten years of study.’

Listening to Master J’s words was even more valuable than spending ten years in the lab.”

Sylvia forced a smile, “Yes, yes indeed.”

She was furious!

Furious to death!

If it weren’t for witnessing it firsthand, she would never have believed that Viola was Master J.

Up until today, she had taken pride in being the only female member of the KV research lab.

But now?

With Viola Thompson outshining her

What did she amount to?

Sylvia even felt like a fool herself.

“Clap, clap, clap!”

At this moment, thunderous applause resounded in the laboratory.

“Master J, you are truly amazing!”

“Great!”

Almost everyone’s gaze was drawn to Viola.

She was like a shining pearl gleaming in the darkness.

Viola’s expression remained indifferent, as did her voice, “Completing the Sight Restorer Plan requires repeated experimentation; it’s not something that can be accomplished overnight. I can only guide everyone this far; the rest is still up to you. Keep up the good work!”

The road in biology is long and full of obstacles.

Only through enduring countless failures can one glimpse the future and embrace the rainbow.

“Master J, I cannot thank you enough!” Edward Bankston walked over and shook hands with Viola.

“You’re welcome,” Viola replied, “It’s my honor to offer some hope to the blind people. I wish all of you success in your experiments and to win international awards soon!”

Sylvia looked up at Viola, jealousy evident in her eyes.

How she wished she could be the one standing by Edward Bankston’s side.

But how did it become Viola instead?

How did it become Viola!

She should have been better than Viola.

Sylvia clenched her fist hidden in her sleeve.

Her knuckles turned white from the pressure, and the whole person felt suffocated by jealousy.

“Master J, could you please sign an autograph for me?”

“Master J, I want one too!”

More and more people gathered in front of Viola, asking for her autograph.

Viola generously obliged.

Sylvia touched the pen and paper she had prepared in her pocket, her heart turning cold.

Initially, she had been the only one in the Thompson Clan seeking Master J’s autograph, but it turned out that Master J was Viola herself.

How ironic.

So very ironic!

As she left the lab, the sky had already darkened.

Viola declined Edward Bankston’s offer to drive her home, instead opting to rent a shared bicycle by the roadside, placing the bouquet of flowers in the basket.