At the airport arrivals gate, a sharply dressed middle-aged man stepped forward. “Dr. Lyman, Mr. Goodwin, I’m here to pick you up.”
“Thank you for coming,” Ian replied, shaking his hand.
They climbed into the car and headed straight for the guest residence of the Military Medical University.
The next morning, Eleanor’s door was tapped. A young female assistant entered with a bright smile. “Dr. Sutton, here are today’s conference materials and the schedule.”
Eleanor smiled back. “Thank you.”
She hurried to the conference hall, but, unfamiliar with the building, arrived to find the room already full. Bowing her head slightly, she scanned the rows, searching for her seat.
A female assistant approached. “Excuse me, may I have your name?”
“Eleanor.”
“Oh! Your seat’s in the front row.”
Eleanor’s heart skipped a beat. The front row? Wasn’t that usually reserved for senior faculty and distinguished guests?
The assistant led her to the very first row. To her surprise, she found her name card between Ian’s and Dr. Lyman’s.
Settling in, Eleanor opened the conference booklet. Under “Distinguished Guests,” she spotted her own name, listed even before several renowned professors.
—In the rigid hierarchy of academia, this was a silent but profound recognition of her achievements.
Soon after, Ian and Dr. Lyman entered the hall. Eleanor kept her head down, reviewing her notes as Ian took the seat beside her.
A sprightly elderly man made his entrance then—the President of Military Medical University, Principal Maxwell, a legend in the field of neuroscience.
He delivered a brilliant keynote, highlighting the university’s academic accomplishments over recent years, and sharing their vision for future research.



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