No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 910

Eleanor turned her focus back to Dr. Smith. "According to the data, Vanessa's antibodies have a dual-action mechanism—external suppression combined with internal activation."

"This is incredible, El! You're a genius," Dr. Smith exclaimed, pushing his glasses up his nose. "This isn't just a treatment; it's a full reboot of the patient's own defense system. This is the real cure we've been looking for!"

"That's one way to put it," Eleanor agreed. "This opens up an entirely new therapeutic path. We would no longer be completely reliant on an external donor and long-term infusions. Instead, we could activate the patient's own immune potential to control, and perhaps even cure, the disease."

"When can we begin implementation?" Ian asked, his voice low and trembling with excitement.

Eleanor paused. "We're still in the preliminary stages. We need to conduct extensive research to assess its stability and safety. For now, all I've found is a very promising direction."

"El, this is fantastic! You've made this breakthrough in such a short amount of time. It's truly remarkable," Dr. Smith praised, clapping his hands. His team murmured in agreement, their faces filled with admiration.

Ian's intense gaze remained fixed on Eleanor. As he listened to her explain her discovery, seeing the quiet confidence of a top-tier scientist radiating from her, a mix of pride, guilt, and other complex emotions swelled in his chest.

"El, this is a milestone discovery. We need to immediately re-prioritize our research efforts."

Eleanor gave a slight nod, accepting the praise with her usual composure. "It's just a phase-one discovery. We're still a long way from success," she said.

Ian stood up. "You've already done an amazing job."

Eleanor gave him a fleeting glance before turning to Dr. Smith. "I'm heading back to the lab."

As Eleanor stepped out of the conference room, she ran into Serena in the main hall. Serena's first instinct was to hide. But as Eleanor strode toward her, she instinctively took a step back, her eyes darting away, unable to meet Eleanor's gaze. A blush of shame crept up her neck.

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