"Has Professor Forzil always been this hot-tempered?"
Willian asked in a low voice, pulling a student aside. Sounds of smashing could be heard in Professor Forzil's office.
"No, Professor Forzil used to be a very gentle person," the student said. "It seems that the lab's funding hasn't been approved recently, so Professor Forzil has had a few arguments with the school."
Forzil was currently destroying everything he could.
Just as he was about to smash his computer, he stopped.
The things in the computer were too important.
Just then, Forzil's phone rang.
"Professor Forzil, I heard that the school rejected your funding request. How about it? Do you want to consider my funding? I can give you more funding. The annual funding is ten times what UCLA has given you in the past few years. I'll also give you the best equipment and even the best assistants. "
Forzil listened to the unfamiliar voice on the phone. He hesitated.
Over the past few years, this person had been calling him.
However, Forzil had always rejected him.
This time, however, he was really shaken.
"What do I need to pay?" Forzil asked.
"You don't need to pay anything. You just need to continue your research," the person said. "Also, I can provide you with experimental subjects. Not just the dead, but also living people."
Forzil's expression changed drastically. The person continued, "You also know that any biological or medical experiment requires clinical trials in the end. You'll never get results if you keep experimenting with mice. Even using corpses is meaningless. You can only get the final data on living people and prove Camus' theory."
Just then, a fat man came into the lab and pushed open the door to Forzil's office.
"Nicholas, what are you doing here?" Forzil looked at the fat man in front of him in an unfriendly tone.
"I've been informed by the school that your lab will be disbanded. The students who interned with you will also be assigned to other labs."
"No, you don't have the right to do that," Forzil shouted.
"I indeed don't have the right, but the principal does," Nicholas said. "I think you need to prepare and file the experimental data. I'll bring some people to clean up the lab tomorrow."
Nicholas did not want to talk nonsense with Foslier, so he directly stated his purpose of coming and left.
Foss stared at Nicholas' back, his eyes blazing with fury.
"You will regret this!"
…
"Hello, Mr. Waltz, I'm Chen.
zhao。”
Tim Waltz was surprised that Chen Zhao would call him first.
"Hello, Mr. Chen. How can I help you?"
"I have a few students who are going to do their internship, so I want them to become interns at Chantilly Hospital."
"No problem. How many internship slots do you need?"
Ever since Chen Zhao saved his son, Hoffman, his physical condition had improved greatly.
Tim Waltz had always kept this in mind.
However, he usually couldn't help Chen Zhao much.
Now that Chen Zhao had taken the initiative to ask for a few internships, he obviously wouldn't reject.
"Two or three," Chen Zhao said.
Chen Zhao had guessed that Eveleigh wouldn't become an intern.
It wasn't because Eveleigh wasn't capable enough, but because of her special identity.
As one of the most famous sports stars in America, the attention she received was like a 200-watt light bulb above her head. She would be watched wherever she went.
Chen Zhao wasn't sure about Maggie, Litt Grove, and Lapore.
"Okay, I'll arrange for three attending doctors to follow you."
When Chen Zhao walked out of the school, he saw Sharan giving him a ticket.
"Hi, dear Miss Sharan."
Sharan could tell at first glance that the car was Chen Zhao's.
Therefore, without any hesitation, he directly put up a ticket.
"Don't call me so intimately. We're not that close."
"Let me see how many tickets you've given me since we met."
"Let me see how many times you've violated the rules."
"Are you done eating? Do you want to eat together? "
"No, I still have to work." Sharan rejected Chen Zhao's invitation mercilessly. "By the way, you have a nice figure. I hope I can see you running naked on the road again."
Sharan had touched his sore spot. Chen Zhao's expression darkened immediately.
"I hope you'll stay at the Ministry of Transportation forever." Chen Zhao opened the car door and was about to leave.
Sharan's expression also darkened.
To her, it was also an eternal pain.
The two parted on bad terms.
Chen Zhao walked a few streets, planning to buy some things at the supermarket.
As soon as he parked in the parking lot, a car stopped behind him. Two hoodlums got out of the car, both holding baseball bats.
They seemed to be here to block Chen Zhao. Chen Zhao was now standing in the narrow gap of the car.
When Chen Zhao walked over, one of the hoodlums swung the baseball bat at his shoulder.
Chen Zhao reached out and grabbed the bat's head.
Chen Zhao snatched the baseball bat and hit the hoodlum's shoulder lightly.
"Ah …" The hoodlum was knocked to the ground.
The other hoodlum wanted to help, but he was also knocked to the ground by Chen Zhao.
"Who told you to come?" Chen Zhao asked.
The two hooligans just kept howling and didn't say anything.
Chen Zhao kicked the hoodlum in front of him. "Who told you to come?"
"Don't mess around. Our boss is the Wild Boar King. If you dare to hit us again, he'll definitely take revenge for us."
"Wild Boar King? What kind of idiot … force gets this nickname? "Chen Zhao rolled his eyes and kicked the hoodlum again.
The two hoodlums wanted to try harder, but Chen Zhao just kept hitting them.
If they didn't tell the truth, Chen Zhao would hit them harder.
"We'll tell you … we'll tell you, it's Litt Grove … He paid us $500 to beat you up." One of the hoodlums couldn't take it anymore and finally told the truth.
Chen Zhao's face darkened. His student had paid hoodlums to beat him up?
Chen Zhao took out his phone and called Tim Waltz again.
"Mr. Waltz, I'll reduce the number of interns by one. Also, do you still need security at the hospital's morgue?"
"Uh …" Tim Waltz was stunned.
Security at the morgue? What kind of request was that?
"Mr. Chen, are you joking?"
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