No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1205

As soon as Eleanor's plane landed, someone was there to pick her up and take her to Ashford Medical University. She arrived just in time for the meeting, where six medical experts were discussing Mansfield's future treatment.

When a photo appeared on the screen, Eleanor fought back tears. In the picture, Mansfield looked as if he were merely asleep, wearing a ventilator, his face much thinner.

"Eleanor, we've discussed the situation. Now we need to hear your opinion," Principal Maxwell's gentle voice cut through. He could see Eleanor was emotional, but he hoped she could offer a suggestion that would give them hope.

Eleanor took a deep breath, forcing down the churning sorrow in her heart, and focused on the meeting at hand.

She began to clearly articulate the latest progress and theoretical underpinnings of the neural interface project.

"Although our project is still some distance from clinical trials, if it becomes necessary, we have promising avenues to explore and the confidence to try."

Eleanor's proposal wasn't some far-fetched dream. It was built on solid experimental data and cutting-edge theory.

The experts present whispered among themselves, their eyes showing a mix of contemplation and caution, but Principal Maxwell gave Eleanor a look of affirmation.

After the meeting, accompanied personally by Principal Maxwell, Eleanor finally arrived at the special ward reserved for Mansfield.

The entire floor's corridor was silent. Just then, a nurse approached. "Doctor, there's a visitor inside. Should I let them know you're here?"

Eleanor peered through the glass window on the door and saw the scene inside the room.

She saw a young woman in a hospital gown, sitting in a wheelchair. The woman's back was to the door, revealing a neat, short haircut. She was leaning forward slightly, meticulously tucking in the corners of Mansfield's blanket.

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