Deep down, Chen Chen chuckled to himself.
Xia Yin was the one who paid for it. Chen Chen's side had spent three months of hard work. Yet, in Zheng Jian's mouth, it had become his own project.
Zheng Jian was not only thick-skinned but also had a big appetite. Chen Chen could even imagine that if he succeeded, the position of a full professor was basically set in stone with this paper.
A full professor who was not even forty years old could be said to have a promising future.
Chen Chen now fully understood that this person in front of him was determined to obtain the results of his experiment.
Thinking of this, Chen Chen put on a troubled expression. "Professor Zheng, if I give up my title as the corresponding author, will you really let me and Xia Yin be guaranteed a postgraduate fellowship? You won't go back on your word, will you?"
"Don't worry, I still have this authority."
Zheng Jian patiently said, "Little Chen, I actually have high hopes for you. As long as you follow me, I have a lot of resources and projects. With your ability, you won't have to worry about not having a chance in the future."
'I'm afraid I'll just end up as your wedding dress in the future?'
Chen Chen secretly shook his head, but his expression was even more conflicted. "Professor Zheng, I'll have to think about this..."
"What's there to think about?"
Zheng Jian's expression was stern as he said earnestly, "I'm doing this for your own good. You have to understand that the waters of academia run deep. It's fortunate that you met me today. If you met any other supervisor, I'm afraid they'll give you a second author position at most. Other than that, there won't be any other promises."
Chen Chen was silent for a moment as if he had made up his mind. "In that case, I'll have to trouble you in the future!"
"Good! Good! Good! "
Zheng Jian immediately showed a joyful expression. He stood up with a hearty laugh and patted Chen Chen on the shoulder. "You're a promising student! Little Chen, immediately send me the experiment data. Not just the data, I want the first-hand paper data. Xia Yin said that the data is with you. "
"Alright, what's your email address? I'll send the data to you now." Chen Chen took out his phone.
After Zheng Jian told him his email address, Chen Chen did not hesitate at all and directly sent the data over.
Seeing Chen Chen's attitude, Zheng Jian's expression became even more gentle.
"Supervisor, let me briefly explain the idea."
Chen Chen approached Zheng Jian and said to the computer, "The core concept of my experiment is to use the principle of bone marrow transplantation to rebuild the immune system and replace aging stem cells in mice..."
"Through stem cell cloning, after obtaining sufficient and young mesenchymal stem cells and hematopoietic stem cells, our next step …"
"The real difficulty of this experiment is …"
Chen Chen described the experiment without holding anything back. He explained it thoroughly as if he was telling a fascinating story.
When it came to the most exciting part, Zheng Jian could not help but clap his hands and laugh, marveling at Chen Chen's idea.
"Little Chen, I really didn't expect that I would still underestimate you."
Zheng Jian laughed, "Your thoughts can only be described as bold and imaginative. You're really a good seedling. As expected, I didn't misjudge you!"
"Teacher, you flatter me."
Chen Chen glanced at the door and suddenly changed the subject. "By the way, Sir, the beautiful woman in the photo frame is your wife, right?"
"Ah, this …"
Zheng Jiangang, who was laughing earlier, was stunned when he heard that. He then said, "This is my ex-wife, but she passed away the year before last."
"Dong..."
An ancient, deep sound came from the grandfather clock. Chen Chen and Zheng Jian stopped talking at the same time and looked at the grandfather clock together.
Zheng Jian suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He had heard this bell countless times and should have ignored it long ago.
However, for some reason, the bell today was particularly ear-piercing...
"It's 10 o 'clock?"
Chen Chen turned around and said faintly, "Professor Zheng, this pendulum clock is indeed broken. It's only 9: 55 now."
As he spoke, Chen Chen walked to the grandfather clock again and turned the time forward by another five minutes.
Zheng Jian opened his mouth but hesitated to speak.
For some reason, after being touched by the student in front of him, the originally familiar pendulum clock seemed to feel a little awkward. However, when he observed it carefully, he could not feel anything.
After turning back the time, Chen Chen suddenly turned his head and asked again, "Teacher, did your ex-wife pass away because of a car accident?"
"No, it was because of cancer."
Zheng Jian frowned. This kind of private matter was not something a student should ask, but for the sake of the paper, Zheng Jian still answered.
"What kind of cancer?"
Chen Chen asked.
"Medulloblastoma. Why are you asking about this?" Zheng Jian's frown deepened and he began to express his dissatisfaction.
"Nothing, I just heard that your ex-wife often had headaches and fevers when she was alive and you're a qualified Doctor of Pharmacy, so I want to ask..."
Chen Chen walked back to the table and his voice gradually lowered. "Do you often secretly put your wife on an IV drip at home?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
When Zheng Jian heard this, he jumped up as if he had seen a ghost. He stared at Chen Chen. "Who sent you here? Who asked you to ask these questions?"
"Take a guess."
The corner of Chen Chen's mouth curled up.
At this point, the harmonious atmosphere between the two of them had completely evaporated.
Chen Chen picked up the photo frame on the table and faced the one with the photo to Zheng Jian. "I'm curious, why did you put a photo of your ex-wife on the table?"
"Because I can't forget her." Zheng Jian took a deep breath and answered coldly.
"In that case, why isn't this photo facing you but the door?"
Chen Chen placed the photo frame in front of Zheng Jian. "What are you afraid of?"
"It's just placed incorrectly!"
Zheng Jian put on a brave front. "Little Chen, I don't care who told you this, but I'm warning you, based on your performance just now, I can have the school punish you!"
"Tutor, I don't quite understand what you mean."
Chen Chen did not care at all. He gently tossed the photo frame in his hand. In Zheng Jian's eyes, the woman in white on the photo frame fluttered up and down like a butterfly.
"Put the photo down!" Zheng Jian yelled angrily.
"Tutor, do you know about hypnosis?"
Chen Chen tossed the photo frame in his hand while a strange smile appeared on his face. "Hypnosis is a method to arouse the subconscious. Through hypnosis, it can heal the hearts of many traumatized patients.
"Apart from that, it has another function, which is...
"It can make a criminal tell the entire process of his crime!"
"You're hypnotizing me?"
Zheng Jian's eyes suddenly widened. He finally understood why he kept feeling that something was off. Was Chen Chen trying to hypnotize him?
When he thought of this, Zheng Jian's heart tightened and he quickly pinched the web between his thumb and index finger.
At once, a sharp pain hit him, jolting him awake!
"Are you afraid? Are you afraid that you'll say something after you're hypnotized? "Chen Chen pursued relentlessly.
"That's enough, I won't be hypnotized by you!"
Feeling the sharp pain, Zheng Jian finally regained his confidence. "Now, leave the office immediately!"
"Zheng Jian, I'll count to three. You'll return to the day your ex-wife died."
Chen Chen said faintly. At the same time, he walked behind Zheng Jian and opened the window behind him. Immediately, cold air poured in through the window.
"If you don't want to leave, I'll call the police!" Zheng Jian picked up the phone on the desk.
"Three..." Chen Chen said softly.
"Shut up, leave immediately!" Cold sweat dripped down Zheng Jian's forehead as he began dialing.
"Two..." Chen Chen tossed the photo frame in his hand into the air again.
"Shut up!"
"Clang!"
However, when Chen Chen was about to count to one, his hand suddenly slipped and the photo frame fell to the floor.
"..."
"Sorry for disturbing you."
Chen Chen smiled, turned around, and left the office.
"Click."
When he heard the door close, Zheng Jian wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and slumped heavily into the chair.
How did Chen Chen know what he had done back then?
Zheng Jian's expression was gloomy. He did not even understand why he was so afraid.
In any case, he would not let this go so easily...
Zheng Jian took a deep breath. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He bent down to pick up the photo frame of his ex-wife.
However, the moment he picked up the photo frame, the pendulum clock by the door struck again.
"Dong!"
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