Section Six: All the Top Experts Want to Collaborate on Research with Lin Qiye
Lin Qiye understood well. Mastering this vast trove of advanced knowledge would bring unparalleled benefits to his “Genesis Simulation.” It would greatly increase his chances of conquering terminal illness—it would allow him to defy fate.
Thus, Lin Qiye forgot sleep and meals, immersing himself in profound academia. The exhilaration of climbing the heights of science sent his adrenaline and dopamine surging.
Three months slipped by in an instant.
Spring Festival arrived.
His mother knocked gently at the door. “Sweet child, it’s the New Year. No matter what, you must rest a little today.”
Hearing her call, Lin Qiye set down the materials Professor Yuan had given him, stretched, and walked out of his room.
On the living room table, a sumptuous New Year’s Eve feast awaited.
“Happy New Year, our dear boy! You’re nine years old now!” his parents congratulated him.
“We hope our little Qiye will be healthy and happy all his life!”
Hearing this, Lin Qiye froze for a moment, his heart trembling softly.
Nine years old.
This was such a pivotal moment.
Had he drunk toxic infant formula, he would now be a large-headed child just starting kindergarten—a mentally impaired child.
Fortunately, he had defied fate.
Now, Lin Qiye was a doctoral student—a prodigy whose paper graced the cover of a leading domestic journal.
“Life truly is full of emotion and reflection…” Lin Qiye gazed out the window at the sky ablaze with fireworks. Upon his still-childlike face appeared a maturity and sigh far beyond his years.
But in an instant, he hid his feelings, turning to enjoy the New Year's feast with his parents, happily ushering in the new year.
Outside, fireworks lit up the sky.
In the midst of the dazzling displays, a crisp and pleasant notification sounded in Lin Qiye’s mind…
“Fate Defied: At six, you entered university and completed your freshman and sophomore years at home.”
“Fate Defied: At seven, you completed your junior and senior coursework at home.”
“Fate Defied: At eight, your graduation thesis astonished your advisor, who specially recruited you to pursue a doctorate directly.”
“Fate Defied: At nine, you are pursuing your doctorate. Your future shines brilliantly.”
“Life Lamp Gemstone is now two-thirds complete…”
“You have gained 1,000 Walk Points.”
Seeing the generous rewards, Lin Qiye was overjoyed.
“I can’t believe I got 1,000 Walk Points! Now I have 2,000… Though still far from the 9,500 I need…”
“But! If I rely on the Nobel Scientist Wisdom Card, focus on cancer research and the biosciences, and master the world’s top knowledge, perhaps when I simulate a cure for terminal illness, I might only need 5,000 Walk Points. Who knows?”
Lin Qiye clenched his fist.
There were only nine years left until the fatal illness would erupt at eighteen.
Nine years—who would win or lose, the outcome was still undecided!
He was determined to change his fate.
“Right, first, I’d better check my health. I can’t afford any accidents. If another problem arises, that would be a disaster.”
Ever cautious, Lin Qiye spent 10 Walk Points and activated the Genesis Simulation.
“This Genesis Simulation will cost 10 Walk Points (1,990 remaining).”
“Simulation result: The body is currently very healthy, except for a congenital acute mutation gene dormant in the bone marrow. This gene will suddenly activate at age eighteen.”
“Well, no other health issues; only the terminal illness remains the ultimate boss…” Lin Qiye shook his head and exhaled deeply.
His gaze fell on two quietly resting papers on his desk.
“Next, I must become a leading authority in cancer research, famous throughout the nation! Only then can I rally the strength of the entire country to tackle and study terminal illness. Only then can I gather the nation’s, even the world’s, top scientific minds to help me survive!”
Lin Qiye’s plan was clear.
To reach his goal as soon as possible, on the first day after the Spring Festival, he took his papers—accompanied by his mother—to Professor Yuan’s lab.
Professor Yuan looked astonished. “You’ve only been a doctoral student for three months, and you’ve already written two papers?”
Lin Qiye’s expression was calm and composed. “I had these ideas before; I just needed to verify them. Please, teacher, have a look at their quality.”
Professor Yuan nodded and opened the first paper.
“Experimental Verification: Does Metabolite Depletion Have Antitumor Effects?”
…(details of experiments)…
“Through multiple controlled experiments, it was found: Cells lacking p53 are highly sensitive to serine depletion. This suggests that, through dietary changes or pharmacological methods to eliminate such amino acids, there is therapeutic potential for treating p53-deficient tumors.”
…
Professor Yuan opened the paper and began to offer some life advice. “Actually… with your talent, the number of papers isn’t important—quality is king…”
Mid-sentence, he fell silent.
A light flashed in his eyes as he focused intently on the experimental process, analytical methods, and conclusions.
He was utterly stunned!
“The logic of this paper is incredibly original! It offers a brand-new perspective for cancer treatment!”
“In fact, with this paper, you could win a major international medical award.”
Professor Yuan’s words came quickly, his excitement barely contained.
If the contents were validated, Lin Qiye would make a name for himself in biosciences!
Nine years old.
To become a renowned figure in scientific research—what did that mean?
It meant an unprecedented prodigy!
It was almost terrifying!
Still, Professor Yuan had some doubts.
“Are the experiments in the paper reproducible?”
Lin Qiye answered without hesitation, “Absolutely. They can be repeated a thousand or ten thousand times.”
Professor Yuan took a deep breath and turned to the second paper.
A long silence followed.
He was utterly overwhelmed.
Once again, a paper fit for the cover of a top academic journal!
Nine years old—how could anyone be so astonishing?
His expression was complicated—a mix of excitement and a tinge of frustration.
“You were simply born for scientific research! I’ll help you submit these to international journals—just wait for the good news. Ask for anything you want.”
In just over a year, three top-tier papers in the field—enough for Professor Yuan to marshal all available resources to support Lin Qiye.
After all, each paper’s value was extraordinary, and he himself could bask in some of that reflected glory.
He’d found a true gem!
Delighted, Professor Yuan busied himself submitting Lin Qiye’s work.
Thus—
At nine years old, Lin Qiye’s three papers caused a sensation in the life sciences.
Internationally, the academic community hailed him as the “Prince of Life Sciences,” with unlimited potential for the future.
The domestic media exploded in excitement; stories of a prodigy’s perfect talent filled the headlines.
But none of this mattered to Lin Qiye.
He didn’t care.
He continued to devote himself like an ascetic, exploring tirelessly at the very frontier of life sciences.
The only thing in the outside world that drew his attention was the constant flow of new papers in leading journals. He read each one a dozen times, deepening his own understanding.
Of course, many of these papers contained errors or points worth supplementing. Whenever he noticed such things, Lin Qiye would email the authors, detailing his thoughts.
Usually, within a day or two, the original authors would reply with excited thanks.
Through these exchanges, Lin Qiye befriended every top professor in the field of life sciences—even Nobel laureates and Lasker Clinical Medical Research Award winners counted him among their friends.
The leading figures in biosciences all wanted to collaborate with Lin Qiye. Whenever they had new ideas, they would discuss them with him by email.
Lin Qiye’s progress sped up even more.
By age ten, he found that simulating a cancer cure now required only 8,500 Walk Points.
It was a huge leap forward!
Though he still needed 6,500 more to defy fate, hope was now in sight.
“Only eight years remain…” Lin Qiye felt the pressure of time.
“I must work even harder!”