Chapter 3162
Miracle Factor, Angel's Tears
Chapter 3162 Miracle Factor, Angel's Tears
The Ninth Aircraft Research Institute.
After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiaotao first fell into deep thought, then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and gradually, a mischievous smile appeared on his face.
When the decision was made to mass-produce the effective drug, Yang Xiaotao had considered the possibility of the current situation. After all, metaphysics is the end of science, and science is used to explain metaphysics.
In other words, the worst thing these days is being studied by others.
Now that a specific drug has been developed, this thing will definitely be studied.
This is beyond doubt.
Leaving aside Britain, which is currently being reported, I suspect the United States and the Union would not let this opportunity pass them by.
There might even be such departments in China.
Yang Xiaotao was already mentally prepared for this.
He wasn't afraid that the other party wouldn't study it, but he was also afraid that the study would produce some messy or nonsensical results, which would only make things worse.
Therefore, when discussing the research on the special drug with Xiaowei, Yang Xiaotao asked Xiaowei to keep a secret and do some tricks.
Well, it's not really tampering, it's just a protective measure.
Specifically, the reason why the special medicine has a "special effect" is mainly because the ginseng four-reversal decoction contains energy extracted from Xiaowei.
The primary source of this energy is light.
So Yang Xiaotao asked Xiaowei to set a setting for these energies.
It decomposes upon exposure to light.
Simply put, it's like it dies in the light.
This is also why Bai Jingshu and her team wanted to use glass bottles for packaging, but Yang Xiaotao rejected the idea.
Why use a small gourd?
It is because the small gourd can provide a dim environment and avoid light.
If anyone wants to study this special medicine, they must do so in a place with light.
Of course, in order to ensure the efficacy of the medicine, it cannot decompose too quickly when exposed to light, otherwise it will become ineffective as soon as it is opened, and then how can it cure diseases?
After numerous experiments, Xiaowei finally found a suitable dosage that allowed the light to persist for half an hour.
This time is perfectly suitable for use by the patient.
But if you use this for research, you'll only end up doing nothing.
It was precisely because of these measures that Yang Xiaotao was able to confidently tell Qing Lao that he was not afraid of research.
If you want to study it, go ahead and do it.
All you need to do is pay for the medicine.
After thinking this through, Yang Xiaotao stopped smiling.
"Mr. Yang."
Hearing Liu Lixue's voice, Yang Xiaotao quickly turned his head to look.
"What's wrong?"
Liu Lixue looked disgusted. "President Yang, look at that expression you made just now."
"Expression? What's wrong!"
Yang Xiaotao realized something, and then heard Liu Lixue say, "How insidious."
"Mr. Yang, are you plotting against someone?"
"No, you must have been plotting against someone."
Liu Lixue leaned closer and whispered, "President Yang, are you plotting against the Third Ministry of Machinery Industry and the Logistics Department?"
"Go away, what are you asking about? Get back to work."
Yang Xiaotao got up and started to walk out, but stopped halfway, turned back to look at Liu Lixue's confident expression, and asked, "What did you say?"
"The Third Ministry of Machine Building and the Logistics Department?"
"Explain yourself clearly, and don't blink."
Liu Lixue blinked innocently and asked, "Mr. Yang, what are you saying?"
"What Third Ministry of Machine Building, what Logistics Department? Did I just mention that?"
"Well, I still have a lot of things to do in the office, so I'll head back now."
As he spoke, he picked up the satellite phone, lowered his head, and ran outside.
Yang Xiaotao watched Liu Lixue run out recklessly, but after thinking for a while, he figured out what was going on.
However, after thinking it through, I didn't feel anything was wrong. After all, the two sides were cooperating, but there was also competition between them.
As for high-tech industry research, to put it bluntly, it's about leading everyone to work together when there's a problem.
Similar to a contractor, they need to have work on hand to attract people to do it.
If there's no work, and your subordinates can't even earn enough to eat, who would follow you?
After figuring it out, Yang Xiaotao stopped paying attention, looked back at the busy figures in the research institute, and strode forward.
There's still a ton of work waiting for us.
Britain.
Behind the Oxford Medical School, a row of bungalows stands out abruptly on the grass.
This place is usually a popular spot for students to go on outings or dates, and it's also a must-visit spot on campus.
It has now become a no-go zone for students.
Not only does the college strictly prohibit unauthorized personnel from approaching, but discussion is also forbidden even under normal circumstances, let alone what is happening inside.
In addition, a large number of people dressed in black appeared around the grassland.
These people all had serious expressions, their fingers were always in their pockets, and their eyes were fixed on anyone who came in.
Under these layers of protection, this row of bungalows has been given special significance.
Coupled with the sign that reads "Tears of an Angel" hanging in front of the house, it immediately makes this place seem mysterious.
The row of bungalows covers more than five acres, which is a rare find in the college!
The bungalow is divided into three main areas: the medical area, the analytical area, and the office area.
At this moment, in the medical area, a group of people wearing white coats and hairnet gloves were working diligently on the experimental table.
Outside the large glass door, a group of people were watching the work being done through the glass.
The college principal, William, stood beside a sprightly old man with white hair, his expression humble and respectful.
"Sir, this is our college's research lab."
"The person in charge here is Dean Mary. As you know, she is a woman who is very dedicated to medicine. Under her leadership, our hospital has developed very rapidly..."
Principal William spoke beside the old man, his eyes full of flattery.
The old man in front of me was no ordinary person; he was an Earl of Britain, the kind who wielded real power.
The family's influence spans the globe, and even he has to be careful in serving them.
Normally, he would never see such a person, let alone exchange a few words with him.
But now, the old man is right here.
The reason is simple: it's all for the current research on 'Angel's Tears'.
And this count was the one who was pulled back from hell by the miracle drug.
It was thanks to his efforts that Britain purchased large quantities of the effective drug, which also brought Helen's family more political benefits.
The count listened to the incessant chatter in his ear, but instead of being angry, he liked the atmosphere.
This is an environment where you can hear clearly.
It's like a skill, a skill you possessed when you were young.
Hearing. Ever since the effects of time began to take hold of his body, he has felt his health deteriorating day by day.
In addition, the wounds left by the war have only exacerbated the situation, causing things to deteriorate further.
He had already resigned himself to his fate.
In this life, I've possessed power, accumulated countless riches, and been surrounded by beautiful women...
But ultimately, it could not withstand the power of time.
But just as he reached out to touch Cerberus, a small gourd pulled him back.
Not only that, it also allowed him to hear sounds he could hear before.
Although, this is the only change.
But it also opened the door to a 'miracle' for him.
Yes, that's a miracle.
To the family members, this was a miracle.
Even after the doctor's examination, his physical condition was actually much better than before.
This is absolutely a miracle.
He even felt that if he could obtain this mysterious and effective medicine, he could not only be "reborn" but also become a powerful figure in the world.
They could live for several more decades.
Therefore, he began to inquire about this "miracle drug" and learn about traditional Chinese medicine.
I originally thought that this kind of miraculous 'medicine' would be a very rare existence, or at the very least, a mysterious and unknown one.
Unexpectedly, after making a little inquiry, they discovered that this thing had appeared in China thousands of years ago and had been used by people ever since.
It just didn't circulate like it does now.
In other words, people have always passed down the good things from their ancestors to their descendants.
These foreigners had absolutely no opportunity to interact with each other.
Upon learning of this situation, he also understood that the only way to discover the reason for the miracle was to rely on his own people.
Thus, the current Angel's Tears research project came into being.
William was still explaining when the old man snapped out of his reverie and quipped, "Little Mary?"
"She's a nice girl."
"What a pity, her husband is a scoundrel!"
"To seek pleasure at such a young age and end up losing his life is a disgrace to the nobility!"
The old man spoke mockingly, but Principal William dared not respond.
Is it right for one count to mock another?
"But little Mary does have some talent."
As the old man spoke, William nodded repeatedly, "Yes, sir."
"We have already used the best instruments in the world, and we have achieved some results in the experiments. We will soon be able to analyze this special drug."
"By then, we will be able to use our powerful industry to produce even better effective drugs."
"I meant a special medicine that's like a pill, not this soupy medicine that tastes weird."
The old man nodded silently, "I understand!"
"This is exactly what I've been hoping for."
As he spoke, he raised his withered fingers and touched the strands of hair on his head, feeling a surge of eagerness in his heart.
Since being rescued, he has been trying to take more of the special drugs.
At the same time, he also searched the world for famous traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in an attempt to prolong his life.
So far, I haven't found a reliable one.
He also considered continuing to take the special medicine, but the reason it's called medicine is because it's used to treat illnesses.
What medicine should I take if I'm not sick?
Moreover, he had heard from traditional Chinese medicine practitioners that all medicines have some degree of toxicity.
Therefore, I dare not take it myself.
So after several people took the special medicine, they did experience adverse reactions, and two old men even died from it. The old man then gave up the urge to take the medicine whenever he had nothing to do.
At the same time, he also understood that this special medicine was not a panacea.
There are also diseases that cannot be cured.
This was bad news for him.
Because this would be a huge hidden danger.
Therefore, he wanted to research the 'miracle factor' in the special medicine and make these 'factors' into a new special medicine.
This is what he wanted: the Tears of an Angel.
In mythology, the tears of angels comfort all living beings.
It can cure all diseases and bring people back to life.
What he wanted was this magical angel's tear.
Whether or not they can be found is a matter for scientists to decide.
How is it progressing so far?
The old man put his hands down and asked.
Principal William hurriedly said, "Sir, in our current research, each research group needs to centrifuge 100 milliliters each time, then divide that 100 milliliters into 100 portions, centrifuge each portion again, and divide each portion into ten portions..."
"Only one study can be conducted per day."
"And there are a total of ten such research groups."
"That means each study takes a week, and a total of one liter of the special drug is needed, which is one hundred doses!"
At this point, the old man shook his head, saying, "It's too slow. My time is very precious."
"Expand tenfold, speed it up!"
Principal William opened his mouth, his heart filled with shock!
The medicine being researched now uses the special effects of the golden gourd.
Each bottle, even if purchased at cost price, would cost 100,000 US dollars.
One study, one hundred bottles, would cost ten million US dollars. If that were increased tenfold, wouldn't that be one hundred million?
This is just the money spent on purchasing the special medicine.
There are also a large amount of machinery, equipment, nutrient solutions, and other supplies here, with daily consumption not less than a million.
In addition, there are a large number of researchers who are also paid by the day.
It's fair to say that every job in this unassuming bungalow is a money-burning affair.
As if sensing Principal William's worries, the old man smiled and said, "Don't worry, money has never been a problem."
"The Angel's Tears project has attracted a lot of attention."
"If the research is successful, we will be able to amass a great deal of wealth from it."
"At the same time, it can also gain more allies."
The old man smiled, and the group of people accompanying him behind him also smiled.
They are all witnesses to miracles.
Similarly, they will also be the beneficiaries of the miracle after the research is successful.
Upon hearing the old man's words, Principal William immediately took a deep breath and nodded solemnly, "Understood, sir. I will gather more people to participate in this task."
The old man nodded in satisfaction and then continued his tour.