Back To The Age Of The 80s

"The operation was considered successful. But Mr. Li, this old man can no longer engage in high-intensity work in the future. I heard that the old man is a scientist, and he should spend his old age in peace." The tall foreign doctor took off his mask and looked in his eyes. Said to Li Zheng solemnly.

"Thank you very much, Dr. George." Li Zheng said sincerely.

In the 1980s, medical exchanges at home and abroad were poor, and PTCA technology was not introduced into China. After Li Zheng suggested that coronary angioplasty might be able to treat Meng Lao, Chen Anbang immediately asked foreign friends for information on PTCA technology. After confirming that this technology has been widely promoted in the United States and the cure rate is extremely high, he excitedly spoke to Li Zheng repeatedly. Say thank you.

Li Zheng, a good man, did it to the end and asked Kent to invite an American doctor. But for some reason, the news of his request for a doctor reached Liang Zhe's ears, so the people in Huaqing received from the airport besides the blond American doctor, as well as Mr. Liang, who had a low pressure.

"Okay, I'm okay." Li Zheng walked to Liang Zhe, stretched out his right hand unmovingly, and secretly hooked Gou Liang Zhe's little finger.

The expression on Liang Zhe's face became stiff, and the breath of his whole body became slow at a speed visible to the naked eye. As soon as he grasped Li Zheng's hand, he put it into his pocket.

Then he whispered, "Hmm."

Zhao Depei, Chen Anbang and others were immersed in the joy of the successful operation of Meng Lao, and they did not notice their little actions.

"Anbang, the doctor also said, Meng Lao's body can no longer be tired, the laboratory has to work hard for you. After all, it is an international cooperation project, pay attention to it!" Zhao Depei patted Chen Anbang on the shoulder and said.

Chen Anbang nodded solemnly.

"The results of the first phase of the project are about to come out. Huaqing has completed 30% of the data analysis and interpretation. When the project paper is published, the teacher will be very happy."

"Good, good." Zhao Depei smiled. First, the laboratory donation made Huaqing a good face internationally, and then the international project cooperation. When the project results come out, Huaqing must be ranked internationally. Go up a step.

Li Zheng's laboratory was also announced to be completed a month ago, and experimental equipment has also arrived one after another.

Compared with the opening ceremony of Li Zheng's laboratory, this time the opening ceremony was a bit crude. The four of Li Zheng, Liang Zhe, Zhao Depei, and Chen Angang gathered together for a meal. At a temporarily borrowed table, the "Ninth Biological Research Laboratory of Huaqing University", which the later generations of Huaqing students are most proud of, was announced.

But what Li Zheng did not expect was that Liu Sichao appeared at the gate of the Ninth Laboratory on the second day after the laboratory was established.

"Oh, don't look at me that way, Mr. Liang is still next to him." Liu Sizhao said with a smirk.

He pushed the big and small bags into the Ninth Laboratory, "Boss, I suddenly discovered that I am also a patriotic young man, oh no, patriotic middle-aged, so I came back in repentance. But patriotism returns to patriotism, our salary is calculated separately. "

He gave a dry cough, "The prices here are low, and I don't take advantage of you. You can send it to me according to Xiangjiang's salary."

Li Zheng laughed lowly when he heard the words.

Seeing Liu Sizhao's expectant gaze, Li Zheng's eyes showed a hint of warmth.

"No." He paused, and saw Liu Sichao getting up in a hurry, and said slowly, "At least a patriotic subsidy must be added."

Liu Sichao smiled instantly so that his gums were exposed.

The emergence of Liu Sichao made the framework of the Ninth Laboratory quickly set up. The next thing to do is to fill and perfect it. Generally speaking, it is recruitment.

The Ninth Laboratory is different from Li Zheng's laboratory. It is a laboratory affiliated with the school, so the recruitment is mainly for graduate students and doctoral students.

"The Ninth Biological Research Laboratory is recruited."

"Lab Nine? Why haven't I heard of it, new one?"

"It's Professor Li Zheng. The laboratory donated by Roche is really huge. Even Professor Meng's laboratory is not as big as it."

"You don’t know that Professor Li has a Li Zheng laboratory named after himself in Xiangjiang. It ranked 18th on the Global Biological Laboratory Research Value List last month! If we perform well in the ninth laboratory , Maybe you can enter Li Zheng's laboratory!"

The recruitment of the Ninth Laboratory is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, making the entire Tsinghua University alive.

Recruitment was carried out in an orderly manner. Liang Zhe was fed up with the days of separation between the two places. After staying in Huajing for half a month, the two slowly adapted to this slow-paced life.

Get up early for a meal, jog around the villa twice, then one enters the laboratory and the other enters the study to remotely command. Then...Meng Lao passed away.

When the news came, the cup in Li Zheng's hand fell to the ground, splashing water.

"Liang Zhe drove me to the hospital." He clenched his right hand into a fist, trying to calm himself down.

When they arrived, many people were already standing in the corridor. In addition to Zhao Depei, Chen Anbang and others whom Li Zheng knew, there were also many people who Li Zheng knew but could not name.

Now Li Zheng did not have the thought of paying homage to the great man. He walked quickly to Chen Anbang and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter? Didn't it mean that the operation was a success!"

Chen Anbang looked sad and angry, his eyes were red and his voice hoarse, "It's not the cause of the operation."

"The research results of the first phase of the project we cooperated with the University of Chicago have been published, but when the Chicago Biolab was signed, the teacher’s laboratory was put on the column of the second author. Obviously according to the completion ratio of the project, our laboratory The signature should be tied to the University of Chicago Biological Laboratory."

Li Zheng could see that Chen Angang was so angry that his eyes were almost bleeding.

"We fought! We protested! But they didn't take us seriously! What they were looking for was not a partner at all, but a fool who was willing to do trivial data analysis for them!"

"The teacher values ​​this cooperation very much. We know that the teacher can't stand this kind of insult, so none of us dare to say it, but I didn't expect that the teacher still asked the nurse to buy the periodicals in the hospital bed. I..."

Speaking of later, Chen An helped cry.

"Teacher..." Li Zheng called out unconsciously. Chen Angang was immersed in grief and did not notice Li Zheng's "spoken error".

In 1985, he did not change the fate of this great old man after all. Perhaps he even made the old man die more painfully.

In the previous life, Meng Lao might have left with regret and perseverance, but this time, he brought grief and pain with him.

Liang Zhe held Li Zheng's hand.

"Extend the storage time of human transplanted organs, right?" Li Zheng's voice was cold.

Since his rebirth, he has always had a principle not to destroy the normal ecology of the scientific research community. Projects that others are already doing and have achieved certain results will not do, and others have just made projects that have not earned back the cost, and do not let alternatives come out early.

Because he knows well that scientific research is a very time-consuming and painstaking project, and every scientific research result is the result of countless people's painstaking efforts and time.

Just like the protection of drug patents by the international community, because the investment in drug research is too large, if there is not enough profit stimulation, no enterprise will be willing to take such a big risk.

If drugs are not protected by patents and everyone can copy them, there will be no more innovative drugs in the world, and the history of human drugs will eventually stop.

The same is true for scientific research projects. If you have worked hard for several years or even more than ten years and turned to someone else, you will have already produced the results of the project, or you have finally achieved results, and you will have better products when you turn to someone else. A person's research life is almost devastating.

After all, a person's scientific research career is only forty to fifty years at most. How many times can such a blow be suffered?

But this time, Li Zheng had an impulse, a willful impulse.

"Professor Chen, do you plan to continue this project?" Li Zheng asked in a deep voice.

Chen An showed a sarcastic smile on his face, "The contract has been signed, what should I do if I don't do it?"

"Then you don't mind, let's have a friendly match between the ninth laboratory and your laboratory." Li Zheng fiddled with the old-fashioned watch on his wrist.

Old-fashioned watches have slowed down the movement of the second hand because of their longevity, but Li Zheng still did not intend to take this watch off his wrist, and even preferred to prepare another watch in the laboratory for this reason.

"Wh...what?" Chen Angang was stunned.

"I mean, the first project of the Ninth Laboratory has been established, which is to extend the storage time of human transplanted organs."

The lighter was clearly extinguished in Li Zheng's hands, which represented the uneasy mood of its owner.

Chen An's mouth opened, closed, and opened again, and he was speechless for a long time.

After about two minutes, he said with difficulty: "Li Zheng, I envy your aggressiveness, but your scientific career is precious. You are young, and I don't want you to make detours."

Li Zheng's eyebrows softened, "Teacher, you just need to answer if I mind."

teacher? Chen An was stunned, but he quickly realized that this was probably a habit of Xiangjiang. He remembered someone mentioning that in the workplace at Xiangjiang, many people would call their seniors as teachers.

"Of course I don't mind." If it wasn't for the contract, he could not wait to leave the stall, who cares if it has competitors.

Chen Anbang even vaguely thought that if Li Zheng could really invent the technology to "extend the storage time of human transplanted organs" before the University of Chicago Biological Laboratory, he would probably be very happy.

A smile came up at the corner of Li Zheng's mouth, "I see, thank you, Professor Chen." After speaking, he took Liang Zhe to stride and turned away.