v3 Chapter 2356： Foreseeing the future

Johns Hopkins University, Baltimore, Maryland.

At the Institute of Life Sciences, a bald old man, with a cane, was pounding **** the ground. The sound of cymbals sounded like a drum of war.

The researcher in white clothes stood honestly opposite him, bowed his head, and did not dare to breathe.

"Gangsters! Hooligans! Robbers!"

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

"Mr. Edwards, you ..." the assistant next to the old man whispered.

But before saying a word, the old man smashed a crutch on the reagent rack around him.

Wow ~ Wow ~ There was a crisp sound, and a set of reagents worth hundreds of thousands of dollars was just shattered.

The researchers don't know what happened, they can only lower their heads cautiously, at a loss.

This project team is studying a large project-genetic level changes the human immune internal environment to treat cancer. It is said that the project has been recommended by the Nobel Prize in Biology, and the first phase of the clinic has also started vigorously.

But when the first phase of clinical declaration failed, I did not see Mr. Edwards so angry. What happened to him?

The years have taken away the healthy body of the old man, and he cannot bear the anger burning in his heart. Soon panting on the cane, the white beard trembled, and red bloodshots appeared in his eyes.

He covered his heart, and was aided into his room by an assistant, and then there was a subtle conversation in the laboratory.

"what happened?"

"Did the first trial fail and Mr. Edwards was upset?"

"Probably not. Didn't we just find the point where the first-phase test failed. Besides, isn't it normal for this kind of research to fail once or twice. Don't say one or two times, even if it fails for ten years."

The researchers talked, but when it came to everyone's dew, no one knew what happened.

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

"The bandits, shameless! Despicable!" Mr. Edwards closed his eyes and murmured in his mouth.

The assistant didn't know how to comfort him.

Although the project was not going well, the project did not encounter any major problems. This is the sixth year, and it is time to bear fruit. The project needs to be approved, and only by most people can the investor be willing to throw in more funds.

Modern technology requires a large amount of funding for each item. However, hundreds of millions and billions of dollars in cash are enough to bring down a large multinational pharmaceutical company.

So they are all as cautious as crocodile, without giving them enough confidence to keep them from smelling raw meat, it is very difficult for them to wield a check.

The Nobel Prize in biology is the best reason!

After receiving a recommendation from the Biology Awards, Mr. Edwards flew to Europe immediately to launch an active lobby.

The work over there is vital to the research project. Although Johns Hopkins University is the earliest research university in the world, it has limited funding after all.

In the end, success requires investment from major pharmaceutical companies.

The lobbying was very successful. Although facing some resistance-mainly the pressure of clinical medicine in Europe, after all, the Nobel Prize in biology and medicine has not been awarded to clinical surgery for decades.

Even kidney transplantation and IVF are widely used in clinical practice. In the end, they can only get the Nobel Prize in the name of biology.

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

The assistant also knew that Mr. Edwards had even prepared the award speech. With thousands of words of speeches, he secretly memorized many times.

But everything just looks beautiful.

One call overturned all expectations. Shattered the dream, shattered into countless pieces.

Mr. Edwards' assistant only knew it was a secret call. When Mr. Edwards received the call, his hands were shaking and his excitement was beyond words.

The assistant faintly heard some intermittent words.

It seems that a proud and powerful person called and asked Mr. Edwards to give up this year's Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine.

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

That's why Mr. Edwards was so furious after hanging up.

After taking the medicine to avoid myocardial infarction, it was a long time before Mr. Edwards murmured, "Contact Marys."

The assistant froze, Marys ... Is that old witch still looking at the future with a crystal ball? It is said that there is a curse on her, and every time she looks at the future ~ www.novelhall.com ~, she will pay the price of her life.

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

"Contact Ms. Marys, now!" Mr. Edwards's voice was hoarse and low.

The assistant responded quickly, hurrying to find Marys' contact information.

She never leaves the phone, only one email address. The assistant pondered for a long time, and drafted an email to Mr. Edwards.

After the e-mail was sent, Mr. Edwards did not leave the laboratory. He silently looked at the laboratory full of modernity and technology in a daze.

If no further funding comes in, waiting for him is to close the lab, and all research ends here.

So much investment in the early stage has to be put to naught, and the assistant knows that Mr. Edwards is not reconciled.

But who has a solution? Even if it won the Nobel Prize in Biology and received funding from a multinational pharmaceutical company, it may not be able to develop drugs to treat cancer through immunological methods.

But who knows? This is one direction, just one direction.

"Doctor Zheng ... ask the medical school side why he is a tenured professor," said Mr. Edwards again.

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

Still ask.

Soon, Dr. Jesse of Johns Hopkins Hospital called. He talked with Mr. Edwards for a long time, and the assistant could hear Mr. Edwards calling Dr. Zheng, who was far away across the ocean, through the soundproof door of the room.

It wasn't until Marys responded to the email that the assistant knocked on the door and interrupted Mr Edwards's puppet.

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