Chapter 2354 The Person Who Foresees the Future (Leader Cj Big Bun Plus More 4)

Baltimore, Maryland, Johns Hopkins University.

In the Institute of Life Sciences, a bald old man leaned on a cane and was hitting the ground vigorously. The sound of dong dong dong sounded like the roar of war drums.

The researcher in white clothes stood obediently opposite him, with his head down, not daring to take a breath.

"Shameless! Rogue! Robber!"

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

"Mr. Edwards, you..." the assistant next to the old man reminded in a low voice.

But before he could finish his sentence, the old man took a cane and smashed it on the reagent rack beside him.

Wow~wow~ There was a crisp sound, and a set of reagents worth hundreds of thousands of dollars was smashed just like that.

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

The research team of this project is a big project - changing the immune environment of the human body at the gene level to treat cancer. It is said that the project has been recommended by the Nobel Prize in Biology, and the first phase of clinical trials has also started vigorously.

But when the first phase of the clinical trial failed, Mr. Edwards was never so angry. What happened to him?

Years have taken away the old man's healthy body, and he can't bear the burning anger in his heart. Soon he was out of breath and leaning on a cane, his snow-white beard trembled, and red bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes.

He clutched his heart, and after being helped into his room by his assistant, there was a slight conversation in the laboratory.

"what happened?"

"Is it because the first phase of the trial failed, and Mr. Edwards is unhappy?"

"Probably not. Didn't we just find out the point of failure in the first phase of the trial? 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 about it, but when it came to the end, everyone was stunned, and no one knew what happened.

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

"Those bandits are shameless! Despicable!" Mr. Edwards murmured with his eyes closed.

The assistant didn't know how to comfort her.

Although the project was not going smoothly, it did not encounter any major problems. This is already the sixth year, and it is time to produce results. The project needs to be recognized, and only when it is recognized by the majority can investors be willing to invest more funds.

Modern technology requires a large amount of financial support for each item. However, the investment of hundreds of millions or billions of cash is enough to bring down a large multinational pharmaceutical company.

So they are all as cautious as crocodiles. If you don't give them enough confidence and don't let them smell the smell of raw meat, it will be difficult for them to come to the door waving a check.

The Nobel Prize in Biology is the best reason!

After being recommended for the Biology Prize, Mr. Edwards immediately flew to Europe to launch an active lobbying campaign.

Working there is life and death for research projects. Although Johns Hopkins University is the earliest research university in the world, its funding is limited after all.

The ultimate success still requires the investment of major pharmaceutical companies.

The lobbying was successful. Although there was some resistance—mainly the pressure from European clinical medicine, after all, the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine had not been awarded to clinical procedures for decades.

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

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

Aides also knew Mr Edwards had even prepared his acceptance speech. He secretly recited thousands of words of speeches many times.

However, everything just looks beautiful.

One phone call overturned all expectations. Break the dream into countless pieces.

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

The assistant vaguely heard some intermittent words.

It seems to be a call from some arrogant big shot, making Mr. Edwards 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 furious after hanging up the phone.

After taking the medicine to avoid myocardial infarction, it took a long time for Mr. Edwards to murmur, "Contact Maris."

The assistant was taken aback, Maris... Is that the old witch who is still looking at the future with a crystal ball? It is said that there is a curse on her body, and every time she looks at the future, she will pay the price of her life.

What was Mr. Edwards doing contacting that old hag? The assistant was stunned for a few seconds.

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

The assistant responded quickly, and took the time to find Maris'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 is no next injection of funds, what awaits him is to close the laboratory, and all research will stop here.

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

But who can do it? Even if they win the Nobel Prize in Biology and receive capital injection from multinational pharmaceutical companies, they may not necessarily be able to develop drugs that treat cancer through immunity.

But even with huge sums of money invested, there is still no guarantee of success. It's a direction, just a direction.

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

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

It's better to ask.

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

It wasn't until Maris replied to the email that the assistant knocked on the door, interrupting Mr. Edwards' chatter.