Chapter 15

The room was still filled with silence when one of the professors reopened the document in front of him.

“Besides the non-opioid analgesic,” he said slowly, “we also found another part of your research.”

Livia did not answer immediately.

Her gaze remained calm.

“A topical formulation… antiseptic?”

Another professor added, his tone carrying doubt.

“With claims of significantly accelerating the wound-drying process?”

Several people exchanged glances.

Not out of interest—

but… skepticism.

Livia understood that.

And she was not offended.

“That is not a claim,” she replied softly.

“It is a result.”

The room fell silent again.

Professor Albert leaned back slightly.

“Research like this is not new, Livia. Many antiseptics accelerate healing. However… the significant acceleration you described—”

“—is unrealistic?” Livia cut in calmly.

There was no emotion in her voice.

Only certainty.

The professor did not deny it.

Because that was… exactly what they thought.

Livia slowly stood from her chair.

Her movements were calm.

Unhurried.

Without hesitation.

All eyes immediately turned to her.

“What are you doing?” one of the researchers asked.

Livia did not answer.

Her hand moved to the buttons of the shirt she was wearing.

One.

Two.

Three.

The room instantly tensed.

“Livia—” someone’s voice was heard, trying to stop her.

But Livia continued.

She opened her shirt just enough to reveal her back.

And at that moment…

the atmosphere changed.

Several people stood up without realizing it.

Their eyes widened.

“This…” one of the professors stepped closer, his voice almost a whisper, “this wound is recent?”

Livia nodded.

“It happened last night.”

There was no bandage.

No stitches.

No sign of standard medical treatment.

Yet the wound…

had already dried.

Not merely dried on the surface—

but showing the early phase of tissue regeneration that should not have occurred this quickly.

One of the researchers stepped closer, holding his breath.

“There are no signs of infection…” he murmured.

“No exudate… no excessive active inflammation…”

Another professor quickly put on medical gloves, approaching carefully.

“Did you receive any prior treatment?”

“No,” Livia answered briefly.

“Only the ointment I developed.”

The room grew even quieter.

Not because it was empty.

But because… everyone was thinking.

Fast.

Intensely.

Logically.

“Under normal circumstances,” Professor Albert said slowly, “a wound like this—”

He stopped, looking more closely.

“—would require at least two to three days to reach a dry condition like this. Even with proper treatment.”

“Correct,” another professor replied.

“And even under ideal conditions, there would still be a clearly visible inflammatory phase.”

He shook his head slightly.

“But this… is too clean.”

Livia calmly adjusted her shirt again, as if what she had just done was nothing extraordinary.

Even though…

everyone in that room knew—

it was extraordinary.

“I am not accelerating healing ‘instantly’,” Livia said afterward.

“I am only optimizing the process the body already possesses.”

Several heads lifted immediately.

Interested.

“That means?” a researcher asked.

“This formulation works on three main aspects,” Livia explained, her voice remaining steady.

“First, controlling microbial growth effectively—without damaging healthy tissue.”

“A selective antiseptic…” someone murmured.

“Second,” Livia continued, “maintaining optimal micro-moisture for cell regeneration—not making the wound excessively dry, but accelerating the surface closure phase.”

Professor Klein nodded slowly.

“Moist wound healing… but accelerated.”

“And third,” Livia looked at them one by one, “reducing excessive inflammatory response without stopping the body’s natural process.”

Silence.

But this time…

it was a meaningful silence.

“So the body continues to function as usual,” a professor said softly, “only… more efficiently.”

Livia nodded.

“Exactly.”

Professor Albert let out a long breath.

For the first time… his expression truly changed.

No longer merely interested.

But… shocked.

“If this can be replicated consistently…” he said slowly, “then it is not only wound treatment that will change.”

He looked at Livia deeply.

“The entire standard of medical care… will shift.”

No one argued.

Because they all knew—

it was not a small possibility.

It was… real potential.

And what made it even harder to believe was—

the proof stood right before them.

Not in the form of data.

Not in the form of theory.

But…

a simple girl

who calmly demonstrated the future of medicine on her own body.