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Professor Qu gazed at the wispy white clouds outside the window, then looked away and said, "Shen Qi. Foreigners call him Key. He's a master key who once opened the door to a new world. He's someone who has created miracles. The new drug you're taking was developed by Shen Qi. Can he keep creating miracles? You're his wife, so perhaps you understand him better."

Ou Ye was greatly encouraged. She raised her arm and shouted, "I... I think I'll take the medicine after all."

Professor Qu said, "You don't need to take it today. I'm just here for a routine ward check, and to chat with you."

"Mm, thank you, Professor Qu... I'm a little sleepy..."

"If you're sleepy, go to sleep."

"My students are coming over later... If I'm not awake, Professor Qu, please give them... give them that manuscript..."

"Come on, Xiao Ou. You're a patient. You shouldn't be doing math research during a clinical trial!"

"A person needs... something to hold on to... Yawn... Sleepy..."

"All right, all right. I'll take care of your students. Get some sleep. See you tomorrow."

Ou Ye soon fell asleep.

"Her drowsiness seems to be more pronounced."

Professor Qu muttered to himself. He had recruited dozens of subjects, and based on the trial data and his direct observations, he thought Ou Ye was a fairly typical case.

Professor Qu went over to the desk. The manuscript Ou Ye had mentioned lay on it.

It was covered in mathematical equations, densely packed and dizzying to look at.

Suddenly, a strange gleam appeared in Professor Qu's eyes.

"This is... Could this be... Could this be the solution to that mathematical problem?"

Don't assume doctors are bad at math. Some of them are quite good at it.

Take Professor Qu, for example. His