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Chapter 201 Chapter 201 Quinlyn was stuck here and even invited to Sawyer's next class.

+68) As they climbed the stairs, Sawyer muttered under his breath, “Well, I didn't prepare much. If I'd known you were coming, I'd have made the questions harder." The three guys behind them stumbled on the stairs, barely keeping their balance. Sawyer's class was already the most difficult at the university. The idea of him making the questions even harder was beyond imagination.

Quinlyn's stomach twisted with nerves. Briarwood University was her dream school, and the special class was full of so-called geniuses. The thought of facing her future seniors made her a bit on edge.

"Con in, all of you," Sawyer said, waving them into the classroom. He gestured toward the front. "Stanley, grab a chair and put it here. Quinlyn, stay here." Quinlyn froze obediently as Stanley dragged a chair over. Sawyer guided her into the seat with a light hand on her shoulder. From her spot near the podium, she stared out at the sea of faces below, completely lost.

Sawyer cleared his throat. "Today's special. We have a teaching assistant observing." His grip on her shoulder tightened slightly. "All of you, the so-called geniuses, are just big fish in a small pond. This is what a real genius looks like." Quinlyn was unprepared for the sudden praise.

The class, surprisingly, took it in stride. Most of them knew their strengths and weaknesses-only three in the entire room were true all-rounders, and they sat right at the front.

Curious glances flicked their way, all the students expecting shock or indignation on their faces. Instead, the tlooked smug. The other students guessed they were just too stunned to react normally.

The lecture began, and Sawyer was oddly energetic today, his voice booming.

"Head transplants," he announced. "I'm sure you've read about them in those trashy you skim between classes. The typical process involves severing the head and attaching a replacement-simple as that. But in reality, do you think it's possible?" Quinlyn was hooked and looked at the presentation on the big screen. She knew this was something serious.

"It is possible," Sawyer continued. "People have been researching it for years, and sare even preparing to attempt it. So tell me-with today's biotechnology, how would you pull it off?" The room fell silent. Most of the students had never even heard of this, let alone considered the logistics.

One of the top biology students raised her hand. The girl's eyes lit up with biotech enthusiasm as she spoke. "I've read about this. Dr. Lane's approach starts with the cervical spine. Replace the torso first, then the scalp and face.

"The brain is the real challenge-incredibly complex, and we've barely begun to understand it. This approach is brilliant because it works around our biggest limitation.

"They've already done it successfully on two cadavers." Sawyer gave a slow nod. "True, the trials at the campus's research center happened. But let's be honest-calling them 'successful' is generous. Setting ethics aside for a moment, do you really think this would work on a living person?" "I do!" the girl said firmly. Around her, other students murmured in agreement.

Technology was always evolving. If the surgical concept was sound, it was just a matter of refinement.

1/3 08:33 Wed, 9 Apr BB Chapter 201 at 9/70 (+68) "Quinlyn," Sawyer said, turning to her, "what's your opinion?" Quinlyn hesitated, then shook her head. "It won't work." Her certainty made the entire class look up. "Oh?" Sawyer raised an eyebrow. "Why not?" Unfazed by the attention, Quinlyn stood and walked to the screen, tapping the image of the cervical spine. “Even if we bypass immune rejection, fusing the neurons to the central nervous system is impossible." "Dr. Lane already has a solution for that," the girl countered. "Polyethylene glycol and mechanical stimulation can reactivate.

the neurons." Quinlyn shook her head again. "That would almost certainly cause brain death." "But the procedure worked," the girl insisted.

"On cadavers," Quinlyn said flatly.

The girl opened her mouth, then shut it. Dead was dead-there was no way to prove a transplanted brain could ever regain function.

"Arguing in circles won't get us anywhere," a student muttered. "We'd need a live experiment to know for sure." Sawyer nodded. Sometimes, real-world testing was the only way forward.

"No," Quinlyn said. "We don't need an experiment. If science could truly control the brain, the first step wouldn't be swapping heads. It'd be enhancing the brain itself.” Quinlyn knew the real solution lay in sharper minds improving the technology. But if they couldn't even comprehend brain development, mastering a head transplant was impossible. The room went quiet at her words. Sawyer chuckled after a moment. "Told you she's a genius,” he said to the students.

Quinlyn was a biology whiz, and her logical reasoning was just as sharp.

But her argument wasn't complete yet. If head transplants truly worked with full cognitive recovery, it would imply the possibility of human immortality. That was an idea as far-fetched as her research on super stem cells. The physics simply didn't support it.

By the end of class, numerous students-particularly biology majors-were eager to speak with Quinlyn.

But before they could approach the podium, a group of senior professors stormed in and whisked her away.

"Mine now!" one declared, seizing her arm. "Come, Quinlyn-I've got something far more fascinating to show you." "Who would want to deal with messy anatomy all day?" another added. "The true elegance lies in microbiology." Quinlyn remained silent as they led her away.

The professors, who normally shuffled along clinging to walls for support, now moved with startling speed. Even Stanley and the other students couldn't keep up.

"This is exactly why we shouldn't have brought her," Stanley muttered, shaking his head.

Stanley should have known better.

Ever since he started at the university, professors had been m hounding him nonstop about Quinlyn. nimr That's why he'd tried so hard to keep her away from them. But somehow, Quinlyn still ended up trapped in their enthusiasm.

Quinlyn, however, wasn't annoyed at all. She was naturally fascinated by knowledge and loved exploring new things. And a 2/3 08:33 Wed, 9 Apr BBD Chapter 201 day filled with new wonders passed in what felt like moments.

Joseph and the others met Quinlyn just before dinner. They took her to a local street food stall.

When she mentioned her experience in the juvenile detention center and how she'd helped amend a bill, their jaws dropped.

+68) "Quinlyn," Stanley said, "we've been in college four years, and none of us have packed as much into a month as you have." He was telling the truth.

With Quinlyn's talents gaining attention, she'd be drawing more eyes, and that concerned them all.

"Since Grandpa wants you here, you might as well stay a while longer After this semester, we'll have less coursework. We can all go back together then," Stanley added.

Quinlyn nodded but kept Warren's warning to herself. She had her reasons-if danger followed her, sif staying with the Wilsons would just put them in danger too. At least at Hillside Villa, she'd be safer. But that belief wouldn't last long.

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