Who could it be?
Zhang Wei!
The reporters imdiately rushed towards Zhang Wei, bombarding her with various questions.
Zhu Qi was left standing to the side, grinning bitterly. He even muttered under his breath, "I’m the principal researcher of the experint."
The research was led by Zhu Qi and Ai Lixin, while Zhang Wei and Li Ming were ’providing support.’.
Dai Tianqing slowly approached Zhu Qi and patted him on the shoulder, "Old Zhu, you’ll get used to it!"
Zhu Qi stood in place sullenly, watching Zhang Wei’s interview from a distance.
He was quite envious!
Unfortunately, envy was aningless. The reporters all knew that the key person to interview was Zhao Yi, and next in line was Zhang Wei.
They were the most interview-worthy individuals at the Biodical Research Institute.
Even though Zhang Wei wasn’t a principal participant in the research... does it matter?
Not at all!
Since Zhang Wei was also involved in the research, apart from those staid academic journals, who cared about the hierarchy among the research participants?
...
That day, the reporters only managed to interview Zhang Wei, and regretfully, Zhao Yi was not seen.
Zhao Yi hadn’t co at all.
Knowing there would be a lot of reporters, he simply stayed at ho, spending the morning indoors.
However, so interviews were still good to accept, like the ones with the top dia’s news teams. In the afternoon, Zhao Yi went to the dical center and joined a few researchers from the lab for an interview with a news team.
During the interview, Zhao Yi kept it very professional. He discussed the nerve transmission project and emphasized the importance of tactile developnt, then he talked about the future direction of research, "I see many people say that this study has a lot of potential for future developnt and also a significant economic potential, but these, actually, have nothing to do with our lab."
"Our research is primarily theoretical, focused on chanisms, and on the basics. What follows is to build upon the basis of the tactile chanism, exploring other directions like auditory, visual, and so on."
Zhao Yi briefly said a few words, all related to the research. As for the research potential and economic potential, those had been analyzed by the outside world quite thoroughly, and it wasn’t fitting for him to talk about that.
The rest of the questions were left to the lab mbers, all of whom hoped to get so screen ti.
Zhao Yi’s performance during the interview was still very low-key. Indeed, he had no need to be high-profile; being on TV didn’t matter at all.
In the following days, Zhao Yi continued to stay at ho, dodging the public eye. He passed the ti playing gas and chatting.
He also showed up for a bit in the "Computer Technology Exchange Group", exchanging a few words with familiar friends.
In the evening, Zhao Yi saw that the "Computer Technology Exchange Group" was discussing the situation of a mber of the group, He Jinsheng, a professor at Jinhu University.
Professor He Jinsheng was an old group mber. He joined as an associate professor, and after a few years, he beca a full professor. He worked at the School of Information of Jinhu University and also served as a researcher in the Data Computation and Analysis Laboratory.
He Jinsheng’s situation wasn’t good at all. He had recently been diagnosed with malignant lymphoma, and it had already advanced to the interdiate stage.
Among various types of cancer, systemic cancers like lymphoma are the most troubleso, only treatable with comprehensive chemotherapy to slow down the symptoms.
Although detected relatively early, it was still devastating news, as the majority of cancers are incurable.
Surviving surgery to remove a malignant tumor seems like recovery, but the chances of recurrence within a few years are very high, and once it recurs, it spreads throughout the body, almost issuing a death sentence.
The group mbers of the Computer Technology Exchange Group were very warm-hearted. During their discussion, they also brought up the matter of donations.
Several group mbers made donations spontaneously.
Zhang Zhen stood out amongst them, flaunting a screenshot of a transfer of fifty thousand yuan.
Zhao Yi and He Jinsheng did not know each other personally, but they had spoken a few tis in the group. Knowing that He Jinsheng was not in great circumstances, Zhao Yi quietly transferred one hundred thousand yuan to him.
The treatnt for cancer is all about burning through money, and fifty thousand, a hundred thousand can be spent quickly.
Zhao Yi also sent a ssage to He Jinsheng, "If you have any issues with treatnt costs, let know."
A single sentence was enough.
After the group mbers completed their donations, they began to discuss the issue of cancer. A bunch of professional scholars really is sothing different, even if they’re all from the fields of computer science and mathematics, the discussion was about cancer treatnt thods.
Chemotherapy, of course, goes without saying.
So ntioned the thod of radioactive chemical excision of tumors; others talked about neutron beam boron chemotherapy; and finally, soone brought up "immunotherapy."
Immunotherapy was considered the most effective and also the most expensive.
There is a type of immunotherapy internationally that uses drugs to trigger the body’s own immune system to fight against cancer cells.
This therapy has been touted as "being able to completely cure cancer." Regardless of whether it can completely cure cancer, its effects are definitely very good.
It’s just, very expensive!
Very expensive, very expensive!
Zhang Zhen said, "I heard from a friend that one injection costs three hundred thousand US dollars!"
"I don’t know the specifics of the treatnt, but the cost is definitely staggering. I estimate the whole treatnt would cost at least three million dollars, and if you needed several more injections, it would be over ten million."
As he spoke, he even tagged Zhao Yi, asking, "Zhao Yi, you also do dical research, do you know about immunotherapy?"
Zhao Yi imdiately replied, "I haven’t looked into it."
Suddenly, there was a chorus of shocked voices below, "Academician Zhao is peeking too!"
"God Zhao is peeking!"
"God Zhao is actually online!"
"God Zhao..."
Zhao Yi found that he really couldn’t speak; every ti he said sothing, there would be a bunch of similar exclamations, making him feel sowhat depressed.
He simply stated, "Please, let’s chat normally."
That settled things down a bit.
Then the group began to discuss immunotherapy. Immunotherapy for cancer is the most advanced technology in the international dical community. Because it involves costs and high research and developnt expenses, the price can never be lowered.
There are also companies in China conducting related research, but they have yet to produce definitive results.
Watching the group mbers’ enthusiastic discussion, Zhao Yi, interested, said, "I am also very interested in this. When I have ti, I’ll look into it. Maybe my next project will be focused on research."
"@Jinhu University He Jinsheng, Professor He, don’t worry. If the research yields results, we will definitely use it on you, free of charge!"
The group suddenly fell silent.
After a long wait, suddenly a flurry of ssages appeared, "By the ti your research cos out, Professor He’s grave will... cough cough!"
"Just say you want Professor He as a volunteer; this is the first ti I’ve seen soone make searching for a volunteer sound so fresh and refined!"
"Big Zhao is really different! The research hasn’t even started, and the volunteer has already been found!"
Seeing a bunch of ’shocked’ and ’roast’ posts, Zhao Yi felt he had a good attitude about it and couldn’t help but burst out three words—
"Well, damn—!!"
...
Zhao Yi hadn’t had the chance to look into immunotherapy when he received an invitation from the Aerospace Bureau, hoping he would attend a eting the day after tomorrow.
He had received many conference invitations before, but this was the first one from the Aerospace Bureau. It was definitely sent out at the last minute; otherwise, the eting would not be scheduled for the day after tomorrow, leaving no ti to prepare. Moreover, the invitation was marked with a personal letter, sent by Zheng Guoyan, the commander of the Aerospace Bureau, which ant he hoped to have a face-to-face chat with Zhao Yi about anti-gravity issues.
The Aerospace Bureau’s eting was to be held in the capital, so he could just go attend.
After careful consideration, Zhao Yi, who was also interested in aerospace, and had previously provided theories for satellite data transmission technology, decided to go.
After all, it was just attending a eting, and he wasn’t required to give any speeches.
Zheng Guoyan probably wanted to understand anti-gravity technology to see if it could be applied in the aerospace field.
This was sothing Zhao Yi hadn’t given much thought to. He had developed anti-gravity technology but hadn’t thought deeply about how to apply it.
Now that he thought about it...
It seed that anti-gravity technology might indeed have a significant relationship with aerospace!
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