Professor Liu thought of a way, that is, to ask the 21 researchers in the laboratory to collectively sign their names on the back of the project plan, and use their academic reputation to guarantee Li Donglai's Oriental Cephalosporin project.
Of course, this approach is very dangerous. Once the project is successfully established, a large amount of money is spent and nothing is gained. The researcher who signed the project will not only face a loss of reputation.
In the large conference room, Professor Liu held the plan with a solemn expression: "Now I would like to remind everyone that the signing this time is entirely based on the principle of individual voluntariness. Everyone should be very clear about the risks involved, so I won't go into details.
However, I would like to say one more thing. Once Oriental Cephalosporin is developed, children in China will have relatively safe antibiotics to use.
"
After speaking, he picked up the pen and signed his name on it, and then returned to his seat.
There was a dead silence in the conference room, and the researchers had expressionless faces, as if they were thinking about the risks behind it.
"Ha, it's me, Mr. Zhang, who should do it!" Professor Zhang thought for a moment, stood up first, walked to the plan, leaned down and signed his name.
"As a medical person, if I don't support a project that is very likely to succeed and benefit thousands of people because of the risks, I won't be able to overcome that hurdle."
Professor Zhang's words seemed to wake up the researchers.
They stood up one after another and signed their names on the plan with serious expressions.
The last person to sign was Zhang Qingcui. When her delicate handwriting landed on the plan, she was not excited for Li Donglai, but rather worried.
From now on, the success of the project is no longer Li Donglai's personal matter, it is related to the future and destiny of the twenty-one professors.
Whether Li Donglai can bear this heavy responsibility?
For Li Donglai, this is not a heavy burden, but a coveted opportunity.
The chemical formula, testing methods and production processes of Oriental Cephalosporin were all engraved in his memory in his previous life. All he did was spend some effort to present this knowledge to the world through experiments.
Li Donglai took the plan from Zhang Qingcui and smiled lightly: "Don't worry, everyone, I will definitely live up to your expectations."
Everyone still recognized Li Donglai's ability. The researcher was secretly relieved when he saw that he was so confident.
Twenty minutes later, the plan was placed on Secretary Zhang's desk.
Along with the plan came Zhang Qingcui and Captain Liu.
"Oriental Cephalosporin, the name is indeed good, but what is this?" He took the plan and flipped through it for a while, his face full of confusion.
Zhang Qingcui smiled and explained: "Oriental cephalosporin is a second-generation cephalosporin developed by Li Donglai. The specific chemical formula is..."
"Don't, don't, I don't understand the knowledge you mentioned. It's just a signature. I'll just sign it. Tsk tsk, twenty-one professors are not afraid of death. As the president of Beijing University, no matter how timid I am, I will
People are laughing at you. This Li Dong will do great things if he comes." Secretary Zhang smiled bitterly, signed his name on the back of the plan, then took out the seal from the drawer, said "ha, ha" twice, and stamped a red stamp hard
stamp.
He handed the plan to Zhang Qingcui: "What? Are you now Li Donglai's full-time liaison?"
Zhang Qingcui took the plan, smoothed the slightly messy pages with her hands, took out a book clip from the canvas bag and clamped it on it, and then carefully put the plan into the canvas bag.
"It's like this. Team leader Li is still busy with research on Oriental cephalosporins. To submit the project, you need someone who understands the project and can explain the details of the project to the comrades in the ministries and commissions. The most suitable person can only be me." Zhang Qingcui was generous.
Fang’s explanation.
"Yes, yes..." Secretary Zhang originally wanted to make a joke, but when he saw Captain Liu looking at them with strange eyes, he quickly straightened his expression and said seriously: "Comrade Zhang Qingcui, what's wrong with you?"
The order is not light, do you have the confidence to complete the task?"
"Have confidence!" Zhang Qingcui nodded heavily.
The two were about to leave the secretary's office. Captain Liu thought for a moment, walked up to Secretary Zhang and whispered: "Comrade Secretary, although the Oriental Cephalosporin project has not yet passed the evaluation of the ministry and commission, has not been approved, and there has been no specific confidentiality order issued by the superiors.
But I still hope you can control this matter within a small scope."
Secretary Zhang naturally knew that Captain Liu was worried about Liu Feng, so he nodded and said, "Don't worry, I still have this awareness."
.....
Three days later, a green train was running along the tracks on the plains, emitting black smoke.
On the train, Professor Kong Siming from Southeast University and his assistant Dr. Mi Qiaosheng sat opposite each other, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window and listening to the sound of wheels hitting the rails. Both of them had expressions of confusion on their faces.
Doubts about speech.
"Comrades, noon time is here. If you need a meal, please prepare your meal tickets in advance. Today's lunch car will provide rice, vegetarian noodles, as well as fried pork with radish, fried pork with green pepper and other side dishes to choose from. Those who bring their own dry food
Comrades, you can go to the dining car to get boiled water, which is free."
The clear voice of the conductor woke the two of them up. Mi Qiaosheng smiled at Kong Siming: "Professor, it's noon, what do you want to eat?"
"Let's have noodles." Kong Siming had no appetite.
Mi Qiaosheng took out 1 yuan and 50 cents from the canvas bag and two meal coupons, and handed them to the conductor: "Comrade, please give me one noodle, one rice, and any vegetables?"
“Stir-fried baby cabbage and vegetarian stir-fried radish.”
"A little less of everything." Michosheng nodded.
"The total is one dollar and thirty cents. This is your money. Here is the receipt. You keep it." The conductor took the money, issued a receipt and handed it to Michosan, and then walked to the car in front.
She collects all the meal information required by all passengers before returning to the dining car at the front of the train.
After the conductor left, Mi Qiaosheng finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked doubtfully: "Teacher Kong, didn't you just have a ministry meeting a few days ago? Why do you have to have another meeting?"
Kong Siming put on his glasses and took out a medical journal from his bag: "The specific reason is not clear yet. The ministry called our comrades to inform us, but they just urged us on the phone to arrive in Beijing on time."
Mi Qiaosheng wondered: "We received the call, and then professors from other medical schools also received the call, and then everyone rushed to the capital from all over the country. This movement is really big! Even if it is Professor Wang's
The gentamicin review meeting was also notified half a month in advance by the comrades in the ministry. But this time it was so urgent. Could it be that someone has come up with a new and incredible drug?"
"How can it be so easy to research new drugs?" Kong Siming raised his eyes and glanced at Mi Qiaosheng. He was a talented and diligent student. The only drawback was that he was too ambitious and thought about how to research new drugs all day long.
Seeing that the teacher looked unhappy, Michosheng stopped asking further questions.
He turned to look at the scenery outside the car window, feeling depressed.
As a doctoral student, he is currently not even qualified to participate in the project and can only carry his bag behind the professor.
Although his classmates were envious of him, it was revealed in his words that Mi Qiaosheng was a close disciple of Professor Kong Siming, and he would definitely be able to stay in the medical school after graduating from the Ph.D.
but.
For Michosan, the medical school was too small, not even a decent sterile room.
In foreign journals, large foreign pharmaceutical companies all have advanced laboratories. If they can successfully develop a new drug, the bonus will be more than they can spend in a lifetime.
Of course, Michosan is not a person who pays too much attention to material comfort. He wants to win the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine one day, be able to appear in journals, appear on TV shows, and become a leader in the development of medicine.
He also knows that all this is a fantasy, and it will be difficult to realize it as long as he is in the country.
After arriving in the capital and receiving the meeting summary from the comrades of the ministry, Michosheng's mood suddenly became as cold as the weather outside.
"Researcher Li Donglai of Kyungseong University's project plan on Oriental Cephalosporins..."
Li Donglai is just a college graduate, but he can live alone and lead research projects, but now he can only carry bags with his professor.
Mi Qiaosheng glanced at Professor Kong Siming, who was concentrating on studying the proposal, and said cautiously: "Teacher, I think this project is nonsense. Now so many large foreign pharmaceutical companies are researching cephalosporins. They want money, money, and people.
, the equipment is much more advanced than in China, and no one else has done it yet. Li Donglai was able to do it with the data he fabricated?"
Professor Kong Siming frowned when he heard this. He recently noticed that his beloved disciple's mood seemed to be a little off.
After staring at Mi Qiaosheng for a moment, he didn't see what was going on. He said with a serious face: "Qiaosheng, you don't want to think like this. Our country can develop from poverty to this level by relying on man's victory over nature."
idea.
Advanced equipment is indeed of great help to research, but in scientific research, the most important thing is people.
I think Li Donglai’s project plan is very well done, and it has the signatures of all the researchers at Kyungseong University on the back.
Professors like Professor Liu Lifang and Professor Zhang Zeming are well-known medical professors in the country and are medical authorities. They will not follow Li Donglai and make mischief, right?
"
Mi Qiaosheng did not expect that he would be refuted by Professor Kong Siming, so he quickly changed his smile and said: "Yes, yes, the student is reckless, so teacher, are you planning to vote in favor?"
Kong Siming stroked the plan and said slowly: "This project costs a lot. If it succeeds, it will naturally change the lack of antibiotic drugs for children in our country. However, if it fails, a lot of money will be wasted."
Let’s wait for tomorrow’s review meeting to see the opinions of other professors.
By the way, the document was specifically marked as confidential material, so you know the rules.
"
"Understood, my mouth fits perfectly!" Mi Qiaosheng nodded.
....
Although Kong Siming did not make a final decision, Mi Qiaosheng, who had been following him for a long time, knew that the old man most likely agreed.
After returning to the hotel, Michosheng felt more and more uncomfortable in his heart.
He had already inquired about Li Donglai. It turned out that he was just a barefoot doctor in the countryside. By chance, he entered the city and became a small doctor.
In the blink of an eye, this little doctor published two important papers, became the director of the hospital, and was even sent to Beijing University for further study.
According to the general route, doctors after further training have to return to their original units, but this Li Donglai actually graduated in less than a year.
He also joined the Kyungseong University Laboratory and now has proposed the Oriental Cephalosporin project.
It can be expected that once the project is successful, Li Donglai will definitely become the most popular medical expert in the country.
This magical experience made Michosheng very depressed.
In Mi Qiaosheng's opinion, he is more suitable to do these things than Li Donglai.
In the evening, Professor Kong Siming was invited out for dinner by a group of old friends. After Mi Qiaosheng sent him out of the hotel, he walked aimlessly along the street.
Is it natural for a barefoot doctor to be on the podium in a ministry conference room?
The reason why I have not made any achievements now is entirely because Professor Kong Siming did not let me join the laboratory.
If I had joined the laboratory since college, my current achievements would be no less than those of Li Donglai.
Michosheng was cursing when a voice came from behind him.
"Hey, isn't this Dr. Mi?"
Michosheng turned his head and saw a young man wearing a gray tunic suit and carrying a leather bag looking at him.
"You, you are?"
Liu Feng stepped forward and patted Mi Qiaosheng's arm affectionately: "Qiaosheng, don't you remember me? We met at the last ministry meeting. I am Liu Feng, secretary Zhang of Capital University."
"Liu Feng, Secretary Liu, remember, remember. When I was taking notes, my pen broke. You lent me a pen, otherwise I would have been criticized by the professor." Mi Qiaosheng said suddenly.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Liu Feng waved his hand: "You're welcome, we are all serving others, isn't it right to help each other?"
This sentence immediately brought the two of them closer. As an assistant, Mi Qiaosheng's role is similar to that of Liu Feng.
After chatting with each other for a few words, Liu Feng took Mi Qiaosheng's hand and walked to a tavern: "Brother Qiaosheng, you haven't eaten yet. Let's go. I'm the host today, and we two brothers have to have a good drink."
Mi Qiao never drank alcohol in his life, so he hesitated when he heard this.
Liu Feng pretended to be angry and said: "Qiao Sheng, I like you and treat you as a brother. Why, don't you even give me this little face?"
From the conversation just now, Mi Qiaosheng already knew about Liu Feng's family background, so naturally he didn't dare to tell anyone about it.
He hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go, drink as long as you want. Professor Kong won't be back until very late anyway."
Hearing Professor Kong's name, Liu Feng's lips evoked a faint smile.
The reason why he called you Mi Qiaosheng brothers is naturally because he had some intention. Otherwise, how could a bookworm like Mi Qiaosheng get into his eyes?
When Liu Feng was sorting through documents, he discovered the meeting notice sent by the ministry to Secretary Zhang.
At that time, he felt something was wrong. Normally, he would handle such documents, but this time Secretary Zhang hid it from him.
There must be a big problem here.
Liu Feng did not say anything, but secretly kept this matter in his heart.
Taking advantage of his free time, he pretended to be unintentional and asked several secretaries he met during the meeting about the ministry meeting.
The ministry is indeed preparing to hold a meeting in the near future, which seems to be a drug review meeting, and it is also related to the laboratory of Beijing University.
As for the specific content of the meeting, the secretaries themselves were aware of confidentiality and did not tell Liu Feng directly.
In order to avoid exposing himself, Liu Feng did not continue to ask questions.
He told Butterfly about this doubt and got a night of joy.
When Liu Feng was in the sage time, Butterfly put on clothes and gave Liu Feng new orders.
"Last time you provided wrong information, the overseas side was very unhappy. If I hadn't helped you plead so hard, you would have been dealt with by now. You must not make another mistake this time!"
"Don't worry, you can't blame me for what happened last time. After all, I was not fully prepared when I was performing the mission, and that's why I was deceived by Secretary Zhang and the others. This time, just wait and claim the credit."
Liu Feng lay there, squinting at the graceful curves of the butterfly, and sighed in his heart. This woman has an average appearance, but a really good figure.
Especially when I'm lying on the bed, it's as soft as a puddle of water.
