Chapter 2356

Johns Hopkins University, Baltimore, Maryland.

In the Institute of life sciences, a bald old man is leaning on a crutch and knocking hard on the ground. The sound of Dong Dong is like the roar of war drums.

The researchers in white stood honestly opposite him, bowed their heads and dared not breathe.

"Shameless! Rogue! Robber!"

A slightly sharp voice echoed in the research room, and the LED lights seemed to be dim, as if flickering in the anger of the old man.

"Mr. Edwards, you..." the assistant beside the old man whispered.

But before saying a word, the old man hit the reagent rack with a crutch.

A set of reagents worth hundreds of thousands of dollars was smashed.

The researchers didn't know what had happened. They had to bow their heads carefully and didn't know what to do.

The project team is studying a big project - changing the human immune internal environment at the gene level to treat cancer. It is said that the project has won the recommendation of the Nobel Prize in biology, and the first phase of clinical work has also started vigorously.

But when phase I clinical failed, I didn't see Mr. Edwards so angry. What happened to him?

Years have taken away the old man's healthy body, and he can't bear the anger burning in his heart. Soon he was panting on crutches, his snow-white beard trembling, and his eyes were covered with red blood.

He covered his heart and was helped into his room by his assistant. Only then did a slight dialogue sound in the laboratory.

"What happened?"

"Is Mr. Edwards unhappy that the first phase of the experiment failed?"

"It shouldn't be. We just found the failure point of phase I test. Besides, isn't it normal for this kind of research to fail once or twice. Don't say once or twice, even if it fails for ten years."

The researchers talked, but later, everyone was exposed, and no one knew what had happened.

In Mr. Edwards's room, he sat in a chair, his hands trembling slightly. The assistant took the medicine bottle in his hand and asked with concern, "Mr. Edwards, you should pay attention to your body."

"Those robbers, shameless! Despicable!" Mr. Edwards closed his eyes and murmured.

The assistant doesn't know how to comfort.

Although the original project went on smoothly, it didn't encounter any big problems. This is the sixth year, and it is time for results. The project needs to be recognized. Only when it is recognized by most people can the investor be willing to throw in more funds.

Modern science and technology, each requires a lot of financial support. However, the investment of hundreds of millions or billions of cash is enough to bring down a large multinational pharmaceutical enterprise.

So they are as cautious as crocodiles. If they don't give them enough confidence and don't let them smell the smell of raw meat, it's difficult for them to wave a check to the door.

The Nobel Prize in biology is the best reason!

After receiving the recommendation of the biology award, Mr. Edwards immediately flew to Europe to actively lobby.

The work there is life and death for the research project. Although Johns Hopkins University is the earliest research university in the world, its funds are limited after all.

The ultimate success still needs the investment of major pharmaceutical enterprises.

The lobbying is very successful. Although there is some resistance - mainly the pressure of European clinical medicine, after all, the Nobel Prize in biology and medicine has not been awarded to clinical methods for decades.

Even kidney transplantation and test tube baby, which are widely carried out clinically, can only win the Nobel Prize in the name of biology.

With the winning ticket in hand, Mr. Edwards returned to Baltimore. He thought all he had to do was quietly wait for a call from the Nobel Prize project team in the early morning of October, telling him that the project had won the Nobel Prize.

The assistant also knew that Mr. Edwards had even prepared his acceptance speech. He secretly recited the speech of thousands of words many times.

But everything just looks beautiful.

A phone call overturned all expectations. The dream was broken into countless pieces.

Mr. Edwards' assistant only knew that it was a secret call. When Mr. Edwards received the call, his hands trembled and excited beyond words.

The assistant vaguely heard some intermittent words.

It seems that some arrogant big man called and asked Mr. Edwards to give up this year's Nobel Prize in biology and medicine.

He knew that this was not a discussion, but a notice.

That's why Mr. Edwards was so angry after hanging up the phone.

After taking medicine to avoid myocardial infarction, it was a long time before Mr. Edwards murmured, "contact Maris."

The assistant was stunned, Maris... The old witch who still uses the crystal ball to see the future? It is said that she has a curse. Every time she looks at the future, she will pay the price of her life.

What did Mr. Edwards contact the old witch for? The assistant stared blankly for a few seconds.

"Contact Ms. Maris, now!" Mr. Edwards's voice was husky and low.

The assistant quickly responded and took the time to find Maris's contact information.

She never leaves a phone, only an email address. The assistant deliberated for a long time, drafted an email and showed it to Mr. Edwards.

After the email was sent, Mr. Edwards did not leave the laboratory. He silently looked at the laboratory full of modern and scientific sense in a daze.

If there is no next capital injection, waiting for him is to close the laboratory, and all research is over.

So much investment in the early stage has to be wasted, and the assistant knows that Mr. Edwards is very unwilling.

But who has a way? Even if we win the Nobel Prize in biology and get the capital injection from multinational pharmaceutical companies, we may not be able to develop drugs to treat cancer through immunization.

But even if there is a huge amount of capital investment, there is still no guarantee of success. This is a direction, just a direction.

"Zheng... Doctor? Ask the medical school why he is a lifelong professor." Mr. Edwards said again in a deep voice.

This request was countless times simpler than the previous one, and the assistant immediately agreed. Is a tenured professor of medical school going to compete with Mr. Edwards for the Nobel Prize?

Just ask.

Soon, Dr. jessia from Johns Hopkins Hospital called. He talked with Mr. Edwards for a long time. His assistant could hear Mr. Edwards scolding Dr. Zheng on the other side of the ocean through the soundproof door of the room.

It was not until Maris answered the email that the assistant knocked on the door and interrupted Mr. Edwards's nagging.