Chapter 282: Chapter 282: Once I took a dump, and then I had an idea
In a laboratory at the University of Birmingham, a scholar wearing a white coat with almost no hair on his head was cautiously mixing a tube of reagent. Next to him was a small white mouse weakened to the brink of losing its vitality due to stomach cancer.
Professor Coleman, known as a world-renowned authority in the field of cancer treatnt, might be mistaken by those who don’t know him for being a sixty or seventy-year-old scholar. However, he was only 37 years old.
He completed his doctorate at 22 and, at the invitation of his forr ntor, stayed at the University of Birmingham to establish his laboratory focused on cancer research, a field he had been dedicated to.
In five years, he had published dozens of high-level and highly impactful articles in top international journals. At 27, he was officially appointed as a professor at the University of Birmingham, enjoying high treatnt and honors.
Now, he had trained many outstanding scholars, each with an article in “Nature,” “Science,” or “Cell,” and his academic level continued to rise.
Of course, the phrase “brilliantly bald” described soone like him; by 30, he almost had no hair left on top of his head.
“Whew, it’s finally done. Hopefully, the effects will be significantly improved this ti!” Coleman put down the utensil in his hand and carefully stored it. Although it was less than two milliliters, the raw materials in this small test tube were worth tens of thousands of British Pounds.
“Professor, there’s a mail for you!” ca a young voice from outside the laboratory.
“Alright, Kevin, I’ll be right there. By the way, could you help grab breakfast? Much appreciated.” Coleman took off his coat, washed his hands with disinfectant, sat at his desk, and leisurely sipped a cup of strong tea.
“A manuscript from ‘Nature’?” He glanced at the sender’s na, “They really think I’m one of the editorial board mbers.”
Coleman smiled wryly, but there was a trace of pride in that smile, as this proved his academic authority in the field, a recognition of his scholarly level.
“Oh well, I might as well take a look and have breakfast while I’m at it.” Generally, submissions from “Nature” were of high quality, offering him a glimpse into the research work of other scholars around the world.
“Handling Drug Resistance in Targeted Cancer Therapies.” This title imdiately piqued his interest. He placed the item in his hand on the table, and his deanor turned cautious, as he was an early pioneer in this particular area of research.
The drug he had just prepared was ant to mitigate cancer cells’ drug resistance. In academia, encountering soone doing similar research felt uniquely empathetic.
“95% drug resistance reduction? How is that possible?” Reading the abstract, Coleman’s first reaction was disbelief, having worked in the field for years without achieving even a 9.5% resistance reduction.
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According to his best projections, even if the drug was successfully developed, it could only eliminate up to 15% of cancer cells’ drug resistance at most, which was worlds apart from the results of this paper.
“This can’t be right. If he dared to submit to ‘Nature,’ he likely wouldn’t be speaking recklessly!”
A major breakthrough could often be nothing more than a bottleneck; once breached, it resulted in explosive improvents. Perhaps this scholar nad Fang Jueyu had broken through that bottleneck, thus achieving such a treatnt effect.
“These data don’t look fabricated.” Coleman ticulously analyzed the data. Aside from being unfamiliar with so new drugs, he could comprehend most of them.
Judging by the composition and structure of those drugs, they were clearly chosen to target cancer cell drug resistance. The critical part lay in how to synthesize them.
Fang Jueyu’s paper introduced the preparation thod of such resistance-reducing drugs and testing of clinical results. If all the data were accurate, it was undoubtedly a significant breakthrough.
If drug resistance efficiency could be further improved, stomach cancer might be the first cancer conquered by humanity.
“Strange, such a remarkable individual, I shouldn’t be unfamiliar with him. In Huaxia’s Jiangnan University, there are only a few who research in this area; could it be a student or researcher trained by them?” Coleman speculated.
“No matter, let’s run an experintal verification first!”
At this point, Coleman’s student had already brought in his breakfast, but his empty stomach was now the least of his concerns.
“Kevin, gather everyone. I have a task for you all!” Coleman instructed, “Here is a new drug synthesis formula. Our lab can et all the synthesis conditions, so proceed with the clinical experints.”
“We happen to have so experintal mice undergoing drug resistance research, don’t we?”
“Yes, Professor, but weren’t you going to experint with your new drug first?”
“Hold off on that; if soone else has reached 95%, then my 15% doesn’t matter. You have five days. Then submit the experintal results and report to . I’ll personally participate in this round of experints too.”
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With overti efforts, this segnt’s experintal data were ready by the evening of the third day, and the effect was astonishingly good, even exceeding Fang Jueyu’s results by 2.5%!
Coleman, holding the experintal report, had slightly trembling hands, feeling both ecstatic and bordering on heartbroken.
There was joy that a bottleneck in this field had finally been broken, and lancholy that he wasn’t the one who did it.
“Fang Jueyu, I must get to know this person!” Coleman purposefully contacted Fang Jueyu through his communication details during Huaxia’s dayti.
“Professor Fang!” Coleman began with this title. In his mind, soone with such remarkable achievents must at least be a professor, perhaps even holding an academician title.
“May I ask who you are?”
“Oh, Professor Fang, I’m Coleman from the University of Birmingham; you may have heard of .”
“I… Can I say I haven’t heard of you?” Fang Jueyu replied awkwardly. He really didn’t recognize the na, but with a quick scan from Xiao Yi, Fang Jueyu realized it might be related to that paper.
“Hahaha, it doesn’t matter whether you know or not, now we do,” Coleman laughed graciously. “I’d like to ask, Professor Fang, was your paper’s content completed independently?”
“Yes, I did it on my own,” Fang Jueyu replied. “And Professor Coleman, you don’t have to call Professor Fang. I’m only a senior about to graduate.”
“That can’t be true! How can such a talent not hold any title or position? It’s a waste!” Coleman spoke up for Fang Jueyu.
“You’re telling , last week I was up for a professorship evaluation, and 80% of my school’s faculty voted against, saying my research ability was lacking!”
“They’re a bunch of fools!” Fang Jueyu, in Coleman’s mind, was nearly an idol, and such shortsighted people didn’t realize what Fang Jueyu’s new drug represented?
“Mr. Fang, you should just co to our school. I guarantee you’ll imdiately earn the title of professor here, with benefits no less than mine!” Coleman was already contemplating poaching him.
“Sorry, Professor Coleman, I have no intention of leaving. I prefer Jiangnan University,” Fang Jueyu said mildly displeased after hearing Coleman’s words. Only he could criticize his school; no one else could.
“That’s truly unfortunate,” Coleman said with so disappointnt. “Could I presumptuously ask one more question? Mr. Fang, how did you co up with such a good concept, a sudden inspiration?”
“Right! One morning, I was in the bathroom, constipated for days, and then suddenly relieved myself, and in that instant, it felt as if I was possessed by a deity, and the inspiration just ca to !” Fang Jueyu fabricated.
“That’s incredible,” Coleman, bafflingly, seed to believe it. “Mr. Fang, I’ll imdiately notify the journal that your article will definitely be published this week. Rest assured, we must keep in touch.”
“Certainly, certainly…” Fang Jueyu replied perfunctorily.
Coleman hung up the phone and suddenly stared at the toilet in his office, deep in thought.
“Kevin, co here!”
“Professor, what’s up? Anything the matter?”
“Oh, help apply to the school to have the toilet in my office removed and replaced with a Huaxia-style squat toilet!”
“Huh?” Kevin looked perplexed.
“Maybe next ti, I can squat out so inspiration too! Yes, that’s definitely it!” Coleman muttered to himself as he walked out of the office…
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