Chapter 432: This is a Qiao Ze Award-level Discovery_2

"Oh, Professor Matich, he left early this morning, saying he was going to Harlin Laboratory. Can't reach him by phone? He mentioned recently..."

"No worries, I'm just asking to know what he's busy with lately. Since he's gone to Harlin Laboratory, never mind." After dropping these few words, Critiel Matich hung up the phone, picked up his car keys from the table, and stood up.

Harlin Laboratory is at 225 Boston Road, Westford, about 50 kilometers from the main campus.

The good news is that it's not peak time now, and along I-90 W and I-95 N highways, it takes about forty minutes to get there.

An hour later, Critiel Matich arrived at Harlin Laboratory's main building, and, with his Nobel laureate status, quickly found out that his protégé was in the third floor Workspace, designated for students.

As he reached the door, just about to knock, he heard a sudden cheer coming from the Workspace.

Among them, Ham Taylor's voice was particularly loud.