After a simple handshake, Mr. Orphi followed the director at a brisk pace into the Research Institute.
"Where is he?" Mr. Orphi was quite direct. Perhaps because he had held a high position for so long, he completely ignored the fact that he and the director were connected through their elders.
"I arranged for him to stay in a conference room and had someone calm Feranchi down." The director shook his head. "What exactly happened to Feranchi?"
"Actually..." Mr. Orphi briefly recounted what had happened that morning, then said, "I consulted several doctors afterward. Their preliminary diagnosis was that excessive stimulation had caused memory confusion... He needs time to untangle the knot in his heart."
The director sighed. Of course he knew what Dr. Feranchi's emotional knot was... and he also knew what the knot was between Orphi and his father, Feranchi.
At the conference-room door, the director stopped. "Go in by yourself."
Mr. Orphi was not a sentimental man, so he simply nodded. But just as he was about to push the door open, it opened first.
A man in a white lab coat stepped out. He looked to be around thirty. Mr. Orphi guessed that this man was the one the director had arranged to comfort his father, so he merely nodded and quickly said, "Thanks for the effort."
The researcher naturally recognized Mr. Orphi, this important figure. But when faced with Mr. Orphi's thanks, he hurriedly shook his head. His expression was somewhat anxious, and he spoke rapidly. "Director... perhaps you really should look at what Dr. Feranchi wrote... I—I don't know how to put it... But it's incredible! Dr. Feranchi is simply a genius! A great genius!"
Watching the excited researcher, Mr. Orphi and the director exchanged a stunned glance. Only then did Mr. Orphi instinctively