flstandardbreds Chapter 140: Contacting the team and developing a special drug.
Chapter 140: Contacting the team and developing a special drug.
The system was satisfied with He Fan's flattery.
A virtual screen popped up in front of He Fan's eyes.
A slideshow-like presentation began to flash by, and the system started its introduction.
"Host, this is the first one, aged 47, named Pan Hong. He has been leading a team to study ALS for more than ten years and has now made some breakthroughs in this field. The drug formulated by his team is 35% close to the effective drug in the United States."
He Fan smirked: "Is getting close to 35% of their drug a small breakthrough?"
The system was absolutely certain: "Yes, host."
He Fan: "Continue!"
System: "Host, this is the second one, aged 29, named Zhuang Yu. He is the youngest neurology professor at Beijing Medical University. He is very interested in ALS research and has invested in and led his students to specialize in the research of a special drug for 3 years. The similarity of their team's special drug formula is as high as 42%."
He Fan stared at the screen in surprise: "This photo? He's 29? He looks like he's in his early 20s to me, and... he's quite handsome."
The system detected that this photo first appeared 6 years ago.
He Fan nodded: "Okay, I knew this hair volume was off. Shouldn't researchers always be the first priority... maybe I should take some hair?"
System: "Host, this is the third one, aged 62, Wu Weijian, one of the leading medical figures in China, specializing in neurology. His research achievements basically represent the research achievements of China."
As for the third one, He Fan simply gave up.
Although the special medicine was given by a wealthy person, there shouldn't be any major problems.
But she still needs to assemble her own team to conduct research first. If she can successfully replicate it and mass-produce it, it won't be too late to hand it over to the state.
If this medicine cannot be replicated using current methods and materials...
If she rashly hands it over to the state, it will bring her a lot of trouble.
If I get arrested as a spy and sent straight to work on a sewing machine, how am I supposed to conquer the world then...?
He Fan: "Big shot, get me the contact information for the first two people."
The tycoon sent the two men's phone numbers, WeChat IDs, email addresses, and even their social media accounts to He Fan's computer.
He Fan rolled his eyes when he saw those two long strings of numbers.
"That was quite a detailed explanation..."
Without further ado, He Fan began editing the email.
"Professor Pan/Zhuang, hello."
I have the perfect formula for a cure for ALS.
Please contact me if you need anything.
Editing complete, send now!
He Fan: "Should we schedule another time to send this email to both of them every day?"
system:"......"
System: "Host, you're acting like a fraudster."
He Fan said helplessly, "No matter how much I lay the groundwork, as long as I say I have the perfect formula, it will sound like a scam. I might as well save my energy."
"By the way, sir, hide the IP address of my email account."
System: "Don't worry, host, with me here, you're perfectly safe."
As it turns out, He Fan's choice to send emails was absolutely correct.
The two professors, unaware that He Fan had his eye on them, simultaneously opened the email.
A middle-aged man with a round face and balding hair sat in front of the computer, his brows furrowed.
"Perfect? The recipe?"
On the other end, a man wearing slightly thick gold-rimmed glasses was also sitting in front of a computer.
The man had well-defined features and appeared gentle and refined.
But the expression on his face was exactly the same as that of the person just now.
"The perfect recipe?"
......
"Ding ~"
"Ding ~"
Two emails popped up on the computer on the desk at the same time.
He Fan: ? ? ?
How come it's so fast?
Shouldn't professors be in the lab every day doing experiments without eating or drinking?
He Fan was curious about how they were cursing him, so he opened the email with a smirk.
The first email reads: "I need [the phone number], could we meet to discuss this further?"
He Fan: ......
Professor Pan is quite old and has absolutely no sense of security. He gave out his phone number after just a few words?
Let's look at the next one.
After all, they are younger, so shouldn't we have some doubts?
He Fan opened the second email: "Need it? Let's talk in person?"
He Fan: Well, all researchers are the same. But at least Professor Zhuang didn't give out his phone number, so he's at least somewhat security-conscious.
Just thinking so.
"Ding ~"
New email notification.
He Fan clicked on it out of curiosity.
Third letter: I am at Beijing Medical University, my phone number is xxxx. When would you like to come over?
He Fan: ...Great, this is much more detailed.
"If needed, see you in Xiamen tomorrow night at 6 pm. Please email me upon arrival and I will arrange for someone to pick you up."
He Fan edited the email.
Send it to two 'naive' professors with one click.
She didn't know if the two of them would come over; she herself felt that the email she sent was quite outrageous.
But it's precisely because her email was so brief that it felt so real...
Of course, more importantly.
The system did not find an email address for He Fan from Baidu or the campus network.
Instead, it was their private email address for academic research communication with professors and experts.
Although it's an email from a stranger, its presence in this private email address greatly increases its credibility.
"Ding ~"
"Ding ~"
First letter: Okay, see you tomorrow.
Second letter: See you in Xiamen.
He Fan: ......
Who understands? It's so exhilarating, it doesn't feel real.
"Big spender, administer the ALS-specific drug."
System: "Host, expected delivery tonight."
He Fan asked indirectly, "Big shot, do you think if I try my luck in the lottery again, is there any chance I could win some other special medicine?"
The system grumbled, "Maybe, perhaps, maybe one? Okay?"
He Fan: "Then I? I'll take one?"
After the system emitted a few beeping sounds from the key presses, the tycoon felt more confident.
"Draw it, host!"
The wealthy man checked his inventory and confirmed that there was something there...
While searching for a cure for ALS, I found another one. Given its rarity in this world, I kept it.
"System points have been deducted; the system will now begin the lottery."
"Congratulations, host, you have obtained one dose of a leukemia-specific drug."
He Fan: "Holy crap, rich guy! How are you so amazing!"
system?)
He Fan: "Let's release this one too~"
System: "Okay, host, the two doses of the special medicine are expected to arrive tonight."
The work of Kyushu Group is proceeding in an orderly manner.
He Fan received the package delivered by the courier while he was having dinner that evening.
Upon opening the outer packaging, you'll find a very sturdy square box containing a steel fingerprint lock.
He Fan placed his right index finger fingerprint on the paper.
With a click, the lock opened.
"Oh ho? I'm so smart, I guessed which finger it was right away."
System: Host, you can untie all ten fingers, including all ten toes.
He Fan: "......"