Chapter 3165
Fortresses are most easily breached from within.
Chapter 3165 Fortresses are most easily breached from within.
An eerie silence fell over the office as Adam's voice faded.
Wang Zihao felt the warmth coming from his shoulder, and his eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
He finally found his purpose in life and embarked on the path of pursuing his dreams.
But now, someone is telling him that he's taken the wrong path.
How could he accept this?
Looking up, I saw the helplessness on the teacher's face, and the hope, resentment, and regret in her eyes.
A mix of complex emotions overwhelmed him, making him feel a deep sense of care and concern.
"Your Majesty, we must look forward from now on."
Adam sensed the change in Wang Zihao's heart, and then put both hands on the other's shoulders.
"You are still young, you have a lot of youth waiting for you to create, and your future has just begun."
"Your teacher doesn't want you to be discouraged by this, nor does she want you to give up like this."
"Your Majesty, you are excellent; however, your country's technology is simply too advanced."
Professor Adam's eyes were filled with deep helplessness as he finished speaking.
This helplessness felt like a dagger plunged into Wang Zihao's heart.
Adam patted Wang Zihao's shoulders hard with both hands, then turned around and took out a wallet from his drawer, pulling out a check. "I know your family is having a hard time. Your father was recently hospitalized."
“Your mother works hard to support the family, so of course you have done a great job.”
"This check was originally intended as a reward for you after the experiment was successful."
"now."
Professor Adam sighed, then forced himself to look at Wang Zihao again, placing the check in front of him. "This is a small token of my appreciation, and also an affirmation of your hard work and dedication during this time."
Wang Zihao held the cup, his eyes fixed on the number on the check.
£10,000.
This is absolutely a huge sum of money.
You should know that his family has been renting a house all along, while his father has always wanted to buy his own house.
That 10,000 pounds could definitely buy an apartment in the countryside, with money to spare.
"Teacher, this is too precious."
"I can't take it, it's too much, too much."
Wang Zihao put down the cup and shook his head repeatedly, but Adam just put on a stern face and said, "Just take it if I tell you to."
"Don't worry, my salary is not low, and I have saved a lot of money over the years, so you don't need to worry about this."
"The most important thing is to use this money to improve our family's situation."
Adam's words only made Wang Zihao even more grateful.
This is equivalent to the other party paying his salary with their own money.
A warm feeling welled up from his heart, and Wang Zihao's eyes began to moisten.
He was born and raised in Britain, and everything about it seemed to be ingrained in his very being.
Despite his less-than-ideal childhood, it did not prevent him from having high hopes for the future.
As he grew older, he came to understand that the reason he was in his current predicament was because of that disappointing country.
This also allowed him to completely sever ties with the place he had never set foot in.
"teacher!"
Wang Zihao's eyes welled up with tears, and Adam nodded at just the right moment, "Take it, this is the last thing your teacher can do for you."
Wang Zihao took the check, then clenched his fist tightly. "Teacher, I..."
"Sigh, it's all the teacher's fault!"
Adam leaned back in his chair and then looked up and sighed.
"If I could do better, you wouldn't need to do this."
"teacher!"
Suddenly, Wang Zihao stood up and said firmly, "Teacher, I think there's another way!"
Adam, who was looking up and sighing, suddenly smiled.
Washington, United States.
Smith wasn't in the office; he was waiting in his car outside the hospital.
People waiting to come out from inside.
His boss, Mr. Lawrence, was inside undergoing an examination.
“I said that smoking in front of a lady is a very uncivilized behavior.”
Mengsha's voice came from the back seat. Smith glanced back, then quickly looked away.
Although the temperature in October was not high, the other person's clothes were very pleasing to the eye.
"Mengsha, you think there will be any results after the head has been inside for so long?"
Smith opened the window, letting the breeze blow away the smoke.
Mengsha shook her head. "Who knows?"
"Perhaps we'll have a result soon."
Just as Smith was about to speak, he saw Lawrence running over with a smile on his face, followed by several bodyguards.
"Boss, you look to be in great shape."
As Lawrence got into the car, Smith made a joke.
Lawrence plopped down in the passenger seat and laughed at Smith's teasing remark, "What do you mean, 'my body'? It's just that the research has made a breakthrough and I'm nervous."
"I'm happy about this."
Both men in the car were taken aback when Lawrence said that.
Smith then sat up straight and asked in a surprised tone, "Boss, wasn't the research supposed to be conducted at the Great Lakes base?"
"This"
"How come there's a research base here too?"
Smith asked the question that Monsa wanted answered.
A sense of unease even began to stir within her.
This unease stems from the concealment.
"Haha."
"Of course, this research base has always been here."
Lawrence's voice was clear and loud, causing the two to look at each other in surprise.
Then Lawrence said, "Don't you guys even consider whether this kind of research can be conducted outside of clinical practice?"
"How do we conduct research inside the base?"
"A row of instruments, a group of people, studying the machines."
"What can we possibly learn from this research?"
Lawrence said dismissively.
Smith swallowed hard and quickly regained his composure.
Since he shouldn't have known it before, he doesn't need to ask any more questions now; he's only concerned with the current situation.
"Boss, was the research successful?"
Upon hearing Smith's question, Lawrence's smile gradually disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression.
"Logically speaking, it should have been a success."
Lawrence's words puzzled the two of them.
Then Lawrence continued, "Ten people were treated this time, but only four of them survived to the end after taking the special medicine."
"A 40% success rate?"
Mengsha asked a question, and Lawrence nodded.
"That's right, it's 40% right now."
"However, without this effective drug, the doctors' prediction is 100% accurate."
"One hundred percent chance of saving him?"
Smith asked curiously, but as soon as he finished speaking, he was met with four disdainful looks.
"Uh, I meant 100% certain death."
Smith quickly explained.
Mengsha sighed, "That's already very high."
"Yes, it is very high."
Lawrence laughed and continued, "Moreover, doctors have recently discovered that combining two or three portions of the Golden Gourd Medicine, concentrating it, and administering it to patients within half an hour can increase the effect by up to 80%."
"Eighty percent?" Mengsha exclaimed, covering her mouth in disbelief.
Smith's eyes lit up. "Then, if ten golden gourds were combined, wouldn't that be 100% perfect?"
After saying that, Lawrence scoffed again, "Smith, have you been losing too much hair lately, and has your IQ fallen out with it?"
"Or is it that your mind has been preoccupied with women lately?"
As if his secret had been exposed, Smith turned his head to look out the window.
These cold words are more hurtful than knives.
If it were someone else, he could make them feel the love from the United States in no time.
Unfortunately, this person was his direct superior.
At least, that's the case now.
Once the other party participates in the election, perhaps this position can be changed to mine.
"If ten portions were combined, whoever drank it would die."
Lawrence did provide an answer, and of course, this conclusion has been verified.
"Boss, does that mean we'll have to buy a lot of this special medicine?"
Mengsha spoke again, explaining that she had bought quite a lot before, but combining three portions into one meant that what was supposed to be enough for three people was now only enough for one.
Of course, that's not enough.
"Yes, of course we'll buy it."
"However, we also need to purchase the raw materials for the effective drugs."
"Raw materials?"
Smith was curious again, but this time, before the two of them could look over, he automatically turned his head away and dared not say anything more.
"Boss, do you want to cook it yourself and then mix the ingredients yourself?"
Mengsha suddenly thought of something and asked quickly.
Lawrence gave Mengsha an approving look; his secretary was indeed clever, understanding things so quickly.
"Yes, we have already developed a strategy."
"Initially, we imitate and earn money through allocation."
"In the medium term, we will continue to conduct research to find out the principles behind the effective drugs, and then proceed with production to compete for the market."
"Later, we will conduct research and make breakthroughs on it to dominate the entire market."
Lawrence spoke excitedly, even preparing for his future election campaign.
If we promote the production of this special drug, it will surely gain the favor of more 'successful people'.
"Boss, I have to remind you."
Smith couldn't help but turn around and say, and before Lawrence could respond, he said directly, "Boss, this is Chinese stuff, we have to be careful."
"We have to be careful, especially with things like this."
To everyone's surprise, Lawrence just smiled and said, "Don't worry, we've made thorough preparations this time."
"Moreover, this time we will dismantle them from within."
"Only in this way can we grasp the most essential things."
Upon hearing this, both Mengsha and Smith showed expressions of curiosity.
This time, Lawrence didn't say anything to anyone. Instead, he patted the car and said, "Let's go, drive."
"Boss, where are we going?"
Lawrence leaned back in his chair. "To Base Three."
"They have a new fighter jet that is currently undergoing test flights."
alliance.
Research lab outside Susco.
The same research is being conducted here.
The difference is that Britain relies on laboratory technology to analyze components and obtain experimental data.
The United States relies on a large number of clinical trials and continuously accumulates experience in practice.
In this cold suburb, dissected corpses became the focus of research.
"Dimitrov!"
A middle-aged man wearing a mask and completely covered by a monkey costume spoke loudly.
The young man dressed similarly quickly came to his side, "Sir."
"Record."
The middle-aged man raised both hands and looked at the organs on his hands.
"The liver showed obvious abnormalities."
"And the lungs, the experimental subject's lungs showed obvious signs of repair."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he placed the organ in a refrigerated container and continued, "Record it."
"In the 101st experiment, the experimental subjects were mainly affected in the liver and lungs."
"The experimental subject himself suffered liver damage due to severe alcohol abuse."
"In summary, the drug has a significant effect, but it cannot save lives."
"Damn alcoholic, what a waste of a good body."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the young man glanced at his notes, then quickly walked up to the other man and asked him to review them.
After confirming that there were no problems, the two then left the laboratory.
After undergoing strict disinfection, the two changed into ordinary clothes and went to the corridor.
At this moment, the corridor was filled with the smell of formaldehyde, causing the two of them to sniff involuntarily.
Looking at the experimental data in the folder, the middle-aged man frowned deeply.
The experimental results were not ideal.
I really want to know how those guys in China managed to get through the clinical trials.
"Sir, the people over there are waiting for you."
Suddenly, a guard stepped forward, saluted, and said...
The middle-aged man looked up and saw a bald man smiling at him.
"Shit!"
Despite uttering a curse, the middle-aged man quickly stepped forward to greet him.
“Mr. Constantine, you really come here very often.”
The middle-aged man stepped forward to shake hands, and Constantine smiled and said, "Isn't it because your research here is too important?"
"You know, a lot of people are waiting for the experimental data."
Then he moved closer and said, "Everyone is waiting for your medicine to prolong their lives."
The middle-aged man took a deep breath and said, "I don't have that kind of ability."
Constantine, however, held on to his hand and said in a calm tone, "It would be strange if there were any tasks that Comrade Korchagin couldn't complete."
Korchagin shook his head and remained silent.
Because he firmly believed that he was not far from success.
"Oh, right, there's some good news too."
Constantine spoke again, and Korchagin looked curious. Then he heard the other party continue, "We have received inside information that the other side is controlling some medicinal materials."
"Although there are many, we have obtained the details."
“We will study and formulate these medicinal materials, and you will need to conduct further experiments.”
"Of course, it may take a while, but we will finish it as soon as possible."
"By the way, Comrade Gotzenfsky also asked me to tell you that all the research expenses will be reimbursed by the higher authorities, and no one will audit the accounts."
Korchagin shook his head indifferently, "I thought it was some good news."
"Oh, so that's what it is."
"If you really have good news, then please find their clinical data. That's what I hope for."
"Otherwise, everything else will have to be started from scratch, and all of this will be in vain."
Upon hearing this, Constantine shook the other man's arm forcefully, then said in a solemn tone, "Comrade Korchagin."
"What you said, we are doing."
In an instant, Korchagin's eyes widened, and he was horrified.
Constantine, seeing this, smiled faintly and said, "As you know, the great revolutionary leader once said..."
"The strongest fortress is most easily breached from within!"