Chapter 2460
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Baltimore, Maryland, Johns Hopkins University.
In the Life Science Research Institute, a bald old man was holding a cane and hitting the ground hard. The sound of thumping was like the roar of war drums.
The researcher in the white coat stood in front of him obediently with his head lowered, not daring to even breathe loudly.
"Gangsters! Hooligans! Robbers! "
The slightly sharp voice echoed in the research room. The LED lights seemed to dim as if they were flickering in the old man's anger.
"Mr. Edwards, you …" The assistant next to the old man reminded him in a low voice.
But before he could finish his sentence, the old man took his cane and smashed it on the reagent shelf next to him.
With a crisp sound, a set of reagents worth hundreds of thousands of dollars was smashed just like that.
The researchers did not know what happened. They could only bow their heads cautiously, not knowing what to do.
This project team was researching a big project — changing the internal environment of the human body's immune system at the genetic level to treat cancer. It was said that the project had been recommended by the Nobel Prize in Biology and the first phase of the clinical trial had also begun with a bang.
But when the first phase of the clinical trial was declared a failure, Mr. Edwards was not this angry. What was wrong with him?
Time had taken away the old man's healthy body. He could not bear the burning anger in his heart. Soon, he was panting with the help of his cane. His snow-white beard trembled and his eyes were bloodshot.
He clutched his heart and was helped into his room by the assistant. Then, there was a quiet conversation in the laboratory.
"What happened?"
"Is Mr. Edwards unhappy because of the failure of the first phase of the trial?"
"I don't think so. Didn't we just find the failure of the first phase of the trial? Besides, isn't it normal to fail once or twice in this kind of research? Not to mention once or twice, it's possible to fail for ten years. "
The researchers discussed, but in the end, everyone's head was wet. No one knew what happened.
In Mr. Edwards's room, he sat in a chair, his hands trembling slightly. The assistant held a bottle in his hand and asked with concern, "Mr. Edwards, you have to take care of your body."
"Those robbers are shameless! Despicable! "Mr. Edwards murmured with his eyes closed.
The assistant did not know how to comfort him.
Although the project didn't go very smoothly, it didn't encounter any major problems. This was already the sixth year, and it was time to produce results. A project needed recognition. Only when it was recognized by the majority would the investors be willing to invest more money.
Every aspect of modern technology required a large amount of financial support. However, the investment of hundreds of millions or even billions of cash was enough to bring down a large multinational pharmaceutical company.
That was why they were as cautious as crocodiles. If you didn't give them enough confidence and let them smell raw meat, it would be very difficult for them to come to your door with a cheque.
The Nobel Prize in Biology was the best reason!
After receiving the recommendation for the Biology Prize, Mr. Edwards immediately flew to Europe and actively lobbied.
The work there was vital to the research project. Although Johns Hopkins University was the world's first research-oriented university, its funding was limited.
In the end, he still needed investments from major pharmaceutical companies.
The lobbying was very successful. Although there was some resistance, mainly from the European clinical medicine, after all, the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine had not been awarded to a clinical surgical method for decades.
Even kidney transplants and test-tube babies, which were widely used in clinical practice, could only win the Nobel Prize in the name of biology.
With victory in hand, Mr. Edwards returned to Baltimore. He originally thought that all he had to do was to quietly wait for a call from the Nobel Prize project team in the early hours of October to inform him that the project had won the Nobel Prize.
The assistant also knew that Mr. Edwards had even prepared his acceptance speech. He had secretly memorized the speech script, which was a few thousand words long.
However, everything was just beautiful on the surface.
One phone call overturned all 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 received the phone call, his hands were trembling and he was excited beyond words.
The assistant vaguely heard some intermittent words.
It seemed to be a call from some arrogant big shot, asking Mr. Edwards to give up this year's Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine.
He knew that it was not a discussion, but a notification.
That was why Mr. Edwards was so furious after hanging up the phone.
After taking the medicine to avoid a heart attack, Mr. Edwards muttered after a long time, "Contact Maryse."
The assistant was stunned for a moment. Maryse … That old witch who was still using a crystal ball to see the future? It was said that she had a curse on her. Every time she looked at the future, she would pay the price of her life.
Why would Mr. Edwards contact that old witch? The assistant was stunned for a few seconds.
"Contact Ms. Maryse, now!" Mr. Edwards's voice was hoarse and low.
The assistant quickly responded and hurried to find Maryse's contact information.
She never left a phone number, 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 modern and technological laboratory in a daze.
If there was no next injection of funds, what awaited him was to close the laboratory and all research would end there.
So much investment in the early stage would be wasted. The assistant knew that Mr. Edwards was very unwilling.
But who could do anything about it? Even if he won the Nobel Prize in Biology and received funding from multinational pharmaceutical companies, he might not be able to develop a drug to treat cancer through immunization.
But who knew? This was a direction, just a direction.
"Doctor … Zheng? Ask the medical school why he is a tenured professor, "Mr. Edwards said in a low voice.
This request was countless times simpler than the previous one. The assistant immediately agreed. Was a tenured professor from the medical school going to compete with Mr. Edwards for the Nobel Prize?
It was better to ask.
Soon, Dr. Jessie from Johns Hopkins Hospital called. He chatted with Mr. Edwards for a long time. The 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 Maryse replied to the email that the assistant knocked on the door and interrupted Mr. Edwards's nagging.
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