Johns Hopkins University, Baltimore, Maryland.

In the Institute of Life Sciences, a bald old man was pounding the ground with a crutch. The sound of dong dong dong was like a war drum roaring.

The researcher in white suit stood honestly opposite him, lowering his head, and did not dare to breathe even if he whispered.

"Bandits! Rogues! Robbers!"

A slightly sharp voice echoed in the laboratory, and the LED lights seemed to be dim, as if they were flashing in the old man's anger.

"Mr. Edwards, you..." the assistant beside the old man whispered.

But before a word was finished, the old man smashed the reagent rack next to him with a crutch.

A crisp sound, a set of reagents worth hundreds of thousands of dollars were smashed.

The researchers didn't know what was going on, so they could only lower their heads cautiously and be at a loss.

This project team is studying a large project - genetic levels change the internal environment of the human immune system and use it to treat cancer. It is said that the project won the Nobel Prize in Biology and the first phase of the clinical trial also began vigorously.

But when the first phase of clinical trial was declared unsuccessful, Mr. Edwards was not so angry. What happened to him?

Time has taken away the old man's healthy body, and he can't bear the burning anger in his heart. Soon, panting, leaning on a crutch, his snow-white beard trembling, and red bloodshots appear in his eyes.

He covered his heart and was helped into his room by his assistant, then a subtle conversation sounded in the laboratory.

"What happened?"

"Is the first phase trial failing, and Mr. Edwards is unhappy?"

"It shouldn't be. Didn't we just find the point where the first phase experiment failed? Besides, isn't it normal for such research to fail once or twice? Not to mention once or twice, it's possible even if it fails for ten years."

The researchers talked, but afterwards, everyone was dewy and no one knew what was going on.

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

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

The assistant doesn't know how to comfort him.

Although the project was not very smooth, it did not encounter any major problems. This is the sixth year and it is the time to produce results. The project needs recognition. Only by being recognized by most people can investors be willing to invest more funds.

Modern technology requires a large amount of financial support for every item. However, hundreds of millions or billions of cash investments are enough to drag down a large multinational pharmaceutical company.

So they are all as cautious as crocodiles, and they don’t give them enough confidence to not smell the smell of raw meat, it will be difficult for them to wave checks to come to their door.

The Nobel Prize in Biology is the best reason!

After receiving the recommendation of the Biology Award, Mr. Edwards immediately flew to Europe to launch active lobbying.

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

The ultimate goal of success still requires investment from major pharmaceutical companies.

The lobbying is very satisfactory. Although facing certain resistance - mainly pressure from European clinical medicine, the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine has not been awarded to clinical procedures for decades.

Even for kidney transplantation and test tube fertilization, a clinically widely carried out procedure, can only win the Nobel Prize in the name of biology.

With the confidence to win, Mr. Edwards returned to Baltimore. He thought he had to do just to wait quietly for a phone call from the Nobel Prize project team in early October to tell him that the project had won the Nobel Prize.

The assistant also knew that Mr. Edwards had even prepared the speech for winning the award. He secretly recited it many times.

But everything just looks beautiful.

One phone call overturned all expectations and shattered 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 trembling and his excitement was beyond words.

The assistant vaguely heard some intermittent words.

It seems that it was a call from a proud figure, which made Mr. Edwards give up this year's Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine.

He knew that this was not a negotiation, but a notification.

That's why Mr. Edwards was so angry after hanging up the phone.

After taking the medicine in the mouth and avoiding myocardial infarction, Mr. Edwards murmured for a long time: "Contact Marys."

The assistant was stunned for a moment, Maris...Is that old witch who is still using crystal balls to see the future? It is said that she has a curse on her body, and every time she looks at the future, she will pay the price of her life.

What did Mr. Edwards contact the old witch for a while? The assistant was stunned for a few seconds.

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

The assistant responded quickly and seized the time to find Maris' contact information.

She never left a phone number, only had an email address. The assistant thought for a long time and drafted an email to Mr. Edwards.

After the email was sent, Mr. Edwards did not leave the laboratory. He silently looked at the laboratory full of modern and technological sense in a daze.

If there is no next fund injected, what is waiting for him is to close the laboratory and all research will end here.

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

But who can do it? Even if you win the Nobel Prize in Biology and receive funding from multinational pharmaceutical companies, you may not be able to develop drugs that can treat cancer through immune means.

But who knows? This is one direction, just one direction.

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

This requirement is countless times simpler than the previous one, and the assistant immediately agreed. Is it a tenured professor in the medical school going to compete with Mr. Edwards for the Nobel Prize?

Just 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 from the soundproof door of the room through the soundproofing door.
Chapter completed!