Chapter 2355 The person who can foresee the future
Mali, City of Palr, Johns Hopkins University.
In the life sciences research institute, a bald old man was tapping the ground with a cane. The thump thump thump sound was like the sound of war drums.
A researcher in a white suit stood in front of him with his head lowered, not even daring to breathe.
“Shaless! Hooligan! A Bandit!”
The slightly sharp voice echoed in the research room. The LED lights seed to be dimd, as if they were flickering in the old man’s anger.
“Mr. Edwards, you ...” The assistant beside the old man reminded him softly.
However, before he could finish his sentence, the old man smashed his walking stick on the Reagent Rack beside him.
“Crash! Crash!” A series of crisp sounds rang out, and a set of reagents worth hundreds of thousands of dollars was smashed to pieces.
The researchers had no idea what was going on. They could only lower their heads cautiously, not knowing what to do.
This project team was researching a big project to change the human immune environnt to treat cancer. It was said that the project was recomnded by the Nobel Prize in biology, and the first phase of clinical dicine had also begun with a bang.
But when the first stage of the clinical trial was declared a failure, Mr. Edwards wasn’t this angry. What was wrong with him?
Ti had taken away the old man’s healthy body, and he could not bear the burning anger in his heart. Soon, he panted heavily as he leaned on his walking stick. His snow-white beard trembled and his eyes were bloodshot.
He clutched his heart and was helped into his room by his assistant. Then, a faint conversation could be heard in the laboratory.
“What happened?”
“Is Mr. Edwards unhappy because the first phase of the experint failed?”
“I don’t think so. Didn’t we just find the point where the first phase failed? Besides, wasn’t it normal to fail once or twice in this kind of research? Not to ntion one or two tis, it’s even possible to fail for ten years. “
The researchers discussed among themselves, but by the ti they reached the end of their discussion, they were all drooling. No one knew what had happened.
In Mr. Edwards’s room, he sat on a chair, his hands trembling slightly. The assistant held the dicine bottle in his hand and asked with concern,”Mr. Edwards, you have to take care of your health.”
“Those bandits are shaless! Despicable!” Mr. Edwards closed his eyes and muttered.
The assistant didn’t know how to comfort him.
Although the project wasn’t going smoothly, they didn’t encounter any major problems. This was already the sixth year, and it was ti to produce results. The project needed to be recognized. Only by being recognized by most people would the investors be willing to invest more funds.
Every aspect of modern technology required a large amount of financial support. However, the investnt of hundreds of millions or even billions of cash was enough to drag down a large multinational pharmaceutical company.
Therefore, they were all as cautious as crocodiles. Without enough confidence and not letting them sll the sll of raw at, it was very difficult for them to wave a check to their door.
The Nobel Prize in biology was the best reason!
After receiving the recomndation for the prize in biology, Mr. Edwards imdiately flew to Europe and actively promoted the topic.
The work there was life and death for the research project. Although Johns Hopkins University was the world’s first research university, they had limited funding.
In the end, success still required the investnt of major pharmaceutical companies.
The lobbying was successful. Although they faced so resistance, mainly pressure from European clinical dicine, the Nobel Prize in Biology and dicine had not been awarded to clinical surgical thods for decades.
Even kidney transplantation and test-tube babies, which were widely used in clinical practice, could only win the Nobel Prize in the na of biology.
With victory in his grasp, Mr. Edwards returned to Palr. He thought all he had to do was wait for a phone call from the Nobel Prize project team in the early morning of October to tell him that the project had won a Nobel Prize.
The assistant also knew that Mr. Edwards had even prepared his acceptance speech. He had secretly morized the thousands of words long speech several tis.
However, everything only looked beautiful.
One phone call had overturned all his expectations. It shattered the beautiful dream into countless pieces.
Mr. Edwards’s assistant only knew that it was a secret phone call. When Mr. Edwards picked up the call, his hands were trembling, and his excitent was indescribable.
The assistant vaguely heard so intermittent words.
It seed to be a call from so proud Big Shot, asking Mr. Edwards to give up this year’s Nobel Prize in dicine and Biology.
He knew that this was not a discussion, but a notice.
That was why Mr. Edwards was so furious after hanging up the phone.
After taking the dicine to avoid heart problems, Mr. Edwards muttered after a long ti,””Contact Maris.”
The assistant was stunned. Maris ... The old witch who was still using the crystal ball to see the future? It was said that she was cursed. Every ti she looked at the future, she would pay with her life.
Why did Mr. Edwards contact that old witch? The assistant was stunned for a few seconds.
“Contact Ms. Maris, now!” Mr. Edwards’s voice was hoarse and low.
The assistant quickly responded and rushed to find Maris’s contact information.
She never left her phone number, only an email address. The assistant deliberated for a long ti before drafting an email and showing it to Mr. Edwards.
After the email was sent, Mr. Edwards didn’t leave the laboratory. He silently looked at the modern and high-tech laboratory in a daze.
If he didn’t receive the next sum of money, he would have to close the laboratory and stop all his research.
The assistant knew that Mr. Edwards was very indignant that so much of his initial investnt would be in vain.
But who had a way? Even if he won the Nobel Prize in biology and received funding from international pharmaceutical companies, he might not be able to develop drugs to treat cancer through an immune thod.
However, even with a huge investnt, there was no guarantee of success. This was a direction, just a direction.
“Doctor ... Zheng? Ask the dical school side why he’s a tenured professor. ” Mr. Edwards said in a deep voice.
This request was many tis simpler than the previous one, so the assistant imdiately agreed. Is a tenured professor from a dical school going to compete with Mr. Edwards for the Nobel Prize?
It was better to ask.
Soon, Dr. Jecia from Johns Hopkins Hospital called. He chatted with Mr. Edwards for a long ti. The assistant could hear Mr. Edwards scolding Dr. Zheng, who was far away on the other side of the ocean, through the soundproof door of the room.
It wasn’t until Maris replied to the email that the assistant knocked on the door and interrupted Mr. Edwards’s nagging.
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