He had a late-night snack, returned to the dormitory, and went through the materials he photocopied today once more. He read until it was past ten at night, when he really couldn't hold on anymore, so he packed up the materials and switched off the light.
Lying on the bed, he closed his eyes, but his mind was still filled with those words. He recalled Yang Ping's words: don't preconceive, let the evidence speak. He remembered the line in Professor Zhou's experimental record book, "recommend termination of further development of this compound," was it a scientist's judgment, or a scientist's concealment?
Zhaxi turned over, forcing himself not to think about those things anymore.
