The Surgeon’s Studio

Mali, City of Palmer, Johns Hopkins University.

In the life sciences research institute, a bald old man was tapping the ground with a cane. The thump thump thump sound was like the sound of war drums.

A researcher in a white suit stood in front of him with his head lowered, not even daring to breathe.

“Shameless! Hooligan! A Bandit!”

The slightly sharp voice echoed in the research room. The LED lights seemed to be dimmed, as if they were flickering in the old man’s anger.

“Mr. Edwards, you …” The assistant beside the old man reminded him softly.

However, before he could finish his sentence, the old man smashed his walking stick on the Reagent Rack beside him.

“Crash! Crash!” A series of crisp sounds rang out, and a set of reagents worth hundreds of thousands of dollars was smashed to pieces.

The researchers had no idea what was going on. They could only lower their heads cautiously, not knowing what to do.

This project team was researching a big project to change the human immune environment to treat cancer. It was said that the project was recommended by the Nobel Prize in biology, and the first phase of clinical medicine had also begun with a bang.

But when the first stage of the clinical trial was declared a failure, Mr. Edwards wasn’t this angry. What was wrong with him?

Time had taken away the old man’s healthy body, and he could not bear the burning anger in his heart. Soon, he panted heavily as he leaned on his walking stick. His snow-white beard trembled and his eyes were bloodshot.

He clutched his heart and was helped into his room by his assistant. Then, a faint conversation could be heard in the laboratory.

“What happened?”

“Is Mr. Edwards unhappy because the first phase of the experiment failed?”

“I don’t think so. Didn’t we just find the point where the first phase failed? Besides, wasn’t it normal to fail once or twice in this kind of research? Not to mention one or two times, it’s even possible to fail for ten years. “

The researchers discussed among themselves, but by the time they reached the end of their discussion, they were all drooling. No one knew what had happened.

In Mr. Edwards’s room, he sat on a chair, his hands trembling slightly. The assistant held the medicine bottle in his hand and asked with concern,”Mr. Edwards, you have to take care of your health.”

“Those bandits are shameless! Despicable!” Mr. Edwards closed his eyes and muttered.

The assistant didn’t know how to comfort him.

Although the project wasn’t going smoothly, they didn’t encounter any major problems. This was already the sixth year, and it was time to produce results. The project needed to be recognized. Only by being recognized by most people would the investors be willing to invest more funds.

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 drag down a large multinational pharmaceutical company.

Therefore, they were all as cautious as crocodiles. Without enough confidence and not letting them smell the smell of raw meat, it was very difficult for them to wave a check to their door.

The Nobel Prize in biology was the best reason!

After receiving the recommendation for the prize in biology, Mr. Edwards immediately flew to Europe and actively promoted the topic.

The work there was life and death for the research project. Although Johns Hopkins University was the world’s first research university, they had limited funding.

In the end, success still required the investment of major pharmaceutical companies.

The lobbying was successful. Although they faced some resistance, mainly pressure from European clinical medicine, the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine had not been awarded to clinical surgical methods for decades.

Even kidney transplantation 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 his grasp, Mr. Edwards returned to Palmer. He thought all he had to do was wait for a phone call from the Nobel Prize project team in the early morning of October to tell him that the project had won a Nobel Prize.

The assistant also knew that Mr. Edwards had even prepared his acceptance speech. He had secretly memorized the thousands of words long speech several times.

However, everything only looked beautiful.

One phone call had overturned all his 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 picked up the call, his hands were trembling, and his excitement was indescribable.

The assistant vaguely heard some intermittent words.

It seemed to be a call from some proud Big Shot, asking Mr. Edwards to give up this year’s Nobel Prize in Medicine and Biology.

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

That was why Mr. Edwards was so furious after hanging up the phone.

After taking the medicine to avoid heart problems, Mr. Edwards muttered after a long time,””Contact Maris.”

The assistant was stunned. Maris … The old witch who was still using the crystal ball to see the future? It was said that she was cursed. Every time she looked at the future, she would pay with her life.

Why did Mr. Edwards contact that old witch? The assistant was stunned for a few seconds.

“Contact Ms. Maris, now!” Mr. Edwards’s voice was hoarse and low.

The assistant quickly responded and rushed to find Maris’s contact information.

She never left her phone number, only an email address. The assistant deliberated for a long time before drafting an email and showing it to Mr. Edwards.

After the email was sent, Mr. Edwards didn’t leave the laboratory. He silently looked at the modern and high-tech laboratory in a daze.

If he didn’t receive the next sum of money, he would have to close the laboratory and stop all his research.

The assistant knew that Mr. Edwards was very indignant that so much of his initial investment would be in vain.

But who had a way? Even if he won the Nobel Prize in biology and received funding from international pharmaceutical companies, he might not be able to develop drugs to treat cancer through an immune method.

However, even with a huge investment, there was no guarantee of success. This was a direction, just a direction.

“Doctor … Zheng? Ask the medical school side why he’s a tenured professor. ” Mr. Edwards said in a deep voice.

This request was many times simpler than the previous one, so the assistant immediately agreed. Is a tenured professor from a medical school going to compete with Mr. Edwards for the Nobel Prize?

It was better to ask.

Soon, Dr. Jecia from Johns Hopkins Hospital called. He chatted with Mr. Edwards for a long time. The assistant could hear Mr. Edwards scolding Dr. Zheng, who was far away on the other side of 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 and interrupted Mr. Edwards’s nagging.