And Zhao Yi...
Letting him study theoretical physics was one thing, but he wasn’t as adept when it ca to experints.
Gao Yihua wasn’t primarily engaged in scientific research, but at the very least he was a physics professor who often conducted research in physics laboratories, and he could definitely be of help to their experints.
After hearing the request, Gao Yihua nodded in agreent without hesitation, "Now that you’ve asked for help, of course I agree. There’s nothing to it."
Zhao Yi said, "Help is help, but we still need to make it clear upfront, if there are any related results, your na will also be included on the publications."
"That won’t be necessary."
Gao Yihua didn’t care about it at all.
Zhao Yi said, "What’s fair is fair." He always took good care of his friends.
Although Gao Yihua was just going over to help, if his assistance resulted in smooth progress and new discoveries in the experints, it would certainly warrant recognition.
Zhao Yi brought Gao Yihua into the fold to assist with Zhu Qi and Zhang Wei’s team’s experints, which also invigorated his own thinking. He felt that the team was still short of people.
The laboratory had five researchers, and with Gao Yihua, that was essentially five and a half, plus associate researchers who could conduct research together, making a total of over ten people, each very skilled in their field.
But the team had a problem: everyone’s area of expertise was too similar, all revolving around biodical chanism research.
Neuronal signal transmission was not just dical research; it also involved professional neuroscience and physics. They were covered in physics with Gao Yihua and himself, but they lacked a neuroscience expert among them.
Neuroscience, it could be said, was a dical field, and having soone specifically focused on neuroscience research co over to collaborate would definitely provide significant help in theory and practice.
"Who should we look for?"
Zhao Yi reflected deeply and realized that there was no neuroscience expert in his own social circle.
Just then, Qian Hong called to say that a doctor nad ’Deng Bingcheng’ had co for a visit.
"Deng Bingcheng... doctor?"
Zhao Yi was sowhat perplexed for a mont, so he asked Qian Hong to bring Deng Bingcheng over.
It wasn’t easy for outsiders to get directly in touch with Zhao Yi; although he was indeed on campus, his whereabouts were confidential. When soone ca looking for him, they would be brought to Qian Hong.
Qian Hong would make a brief inquiry, and only if there were no issues would she contact Zhao Yi.
In a small conference room at the dical Science Center, Zhao Yi t the visiting Deng Bingcheng. Approaching his fifties, Deng Bingcheng appeared sowhat lean and appeared to have an air of a ’scholar’.
As he entered the conference room, he imdiately shook hands with Zhao Yi, smiling wryly, "Academician Zhao, eting you has really not been easy."
This was an exclamation from the heart.
Deng Bingcheng didn’t know Zhao Yi’s contact information, so after he got to Yanhua University, he had gone straight to the academic affairs office to ask about Zhao Yi, only to be interrogated by two ard police officers as soon as he stepped out of the building.
After being questioned, he t Qian Hong, and after another brief inquiry from her and waiting for over half an hour, he was escorted by ard guards to the dical Science Center.
The entire process felt hardly less intimidating than eting a high-ranking official.
Zhao Yi expressed his apologies, "I can’t help it. The authorities are always concerned about my personal safety. Honestly, I feel pretty safe though."
"That’s how it should be!"
Deng Bingcheng said, "You are a pillar of national science and technology. Nothing is more important than safety. If anything happened to you, it would be a terrible loss for our country."
"Thank you."
Zhao Yi responded politely and nonchalantly, gesturing for Deng Bingcheng to sit down.
Deng Bingcheng got straight to the point, explaining the reason for his visit, "I’ve applied for a project on brain neuroscience research, and as a result..." he chuckled wryly, "the authorities approved it but only allocated one hundred thousand in funding, which frankly isn’t even enough to cover the cost of materials."
"Mm-hmm," Zhao Yi listened attentively.
"Academician Zhao, I saw that your laboratory also applied for a project on neuroscience research. I was wondering if I could co over and join your research..."
This request was sowhat abrupt.
Deng Bingcheng seed sowhat embarrassed as he made the request. It almost sounded like he hoped to use the funding from Zhao Yi’s laboratory for his own research. Yet he truly wanted to engage in brain neuroscience research and thus had no choice but to make the bold request.
Deng Bingcheng added, "I don’t an just for my own research, but to work together with you. There are many common points between the two projects, with neuronal signal transmission being a key issue."
"I’ve noticed that your team doesn’t seem to have a professional neuroscientist. In our country, I have a bit of a reputation in the field of neuroscience. Perhaps I could be of help."
Zhao Yi stroked his chin thoughtfully, as if considering whether to agree. In reality, he was marveling at Deng Bingcheng’s tily arrival, feeling as if ’speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives.’
Before he had been thinking about finding soone with expertise in neuroscience, but had never considered recruiting a top ’neuroscientist.’
Before eting Deng Bingcheng, he had obtained Deng’s credentials and knew that the other party ca from the Zhongbei Affiliated Laboratory, one of the few top neuroscientists in the country, and also a renowned neurosurgeon with many successful surgeries under his belt.
Such a top neuroscience expert was precisely what the laboratory needed for its research.
Of course, in such matters, one needed to maintain so decorum.
Zhao Yi thought hard for a while, then said with so difficulty, "Our laboratory has a lot of people, and including myself, there are a total of five researchers participating in this project."
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