Back To The Age Of The 80s

Ma Wenmin stared at Li Zheng in a daze. It was not until Li Zheng said it again that she came back to her senses and showed a complicated look on her face.

"Is it possible?" She was asking Li Zheng, but also herself.

is it possible? What they are missing is not one month or two months of progress, but a full two to three years. Although very reluctant, Ma Wenmin had to admit that Dong Juncheng's academic level was not lower than that of the two of them, but his thinking was somewhat limited when he was old. As long as someone opened the door for him, he would not go slower than anyone else.

Li Zheng was also hot-headed just now, and he felt a little impulsive when he said something.

For the Wenxuefeng couple, the most important thing is to treat the disease properly. Nothing is more important than fate.

But now that he had already said his words, Li Zheng didn't mean to take it back. He couldn't help but think of Liu Sichao, if he really wants to engage in academic competitions, then this one can do his best.

"This promise is valid at all times. Take good care of Teacher Wen." Li Zheng stood up and patted Ma Wenmin on the shoulder, "Also, if you are interested in joining Qingyuan, I don't mind paying the salary in advance."

On the way out from the house of Wenxuefeng and his wife to Qingyuan, Li Zheng and Zhong Peng were both silent. They are both old people in this circle. They are well aware of some dark sides of this circle, but they know that they are the same. What's the matter, seeing it happen in front of you is another matter.

What's more, the contrast between Dong Juncheng's fame and fortune and the current situation of Literary Peak is really embarrassing.

A few days later, Ma Wenmin did not move a bit. Although Li Zheng felt regretful, he also put the matter aside. He is not a fighter who protects justice. If something unfair happens, he is willing to lend a helping hand appropriately, but if the person involved is not active, he will naturally not push himself out.

However, a few days later, Li Zheng's laboratory ushered in a special guest.

Li Zheng looked at the literature peak brought in by Zheng Lingling, and was surprised to spill the reagent in the test tube.

Literature peak? He made several gestures to Zheng Lingling, signaled Zheng Lingling to bring Literature Peak to the living room, then turned around and dialed Ma Wenmin.

"I know, I know he will pass. Mr. Li Zheng troubles you not to promise him, I will come right away." Ma Wenmin's voice was crying.

Li Zheng nodded in response. He heard the sound of overturning a teacup and the woman's exclamation from the other end of the phone, he could not help but sighed slightly and hung up the phone.

Li Zheng changed the equipment of the laboratory, washed his hands carefully, put his hands under the hand dryer and dried them before leaving the laboratory.

The state of Wenxuefeng today looks much better than what he saw in his home that day. He is holding a cup of hot tea, and the sun shines on him through the glass, covering up his withered breath. Showed a sense of calmness over time.

Li Zheng couldn't bear to break this beautiful picture for a while, he stopped on the spot without stepping forward.

Wenxuefeng saw him with a smile on his dark yellow face, "Mr. Li Zheng."

Li Zheng nodded and stepped forward quickly. When he sat down on the other side of the sofa, he scanned the coffee table and saw a document bag on the coffee table. His eyes condensed slightly. If he remembered correctly, it was on the document bag. It is the symbol of Queen Mary Hospital.

"Mr. Li Zheng, take the liberty to visit, if I disturb you, I am very sorry." Wenxuefeng said politely.

Li Zheng shook his head, "Teacher Wen is polite. It is my honor to come."

Wenxuefeng smiled and did not answer, he picked up the file bag on the coffee table and opened it.

"Doctors thought that my patient could not understand technical terms, but they didn't know that I was a student. My liver disease was inherited, and my father and my grandfather did it like this. I was the candidate gene and the direction of Kronn. , I just want to help myself make a good liver, but when I really understand and learn deeply, I know how difficult it is."

Literature Peak paused and continued:

"I always feel that my life is about to end before it starts. I am most sorry for Wen Min and my daughter. But even so, I still want to be willful, not only to get justice for myself, but also to I took out everything that was still on my hands and what was still in my mind. People die like a lamp, and I can't bear the things in my mind."

Wenxuefeng always smiled when he spoke. He took a sip of water and looked at Li Zheng, "Mr. Li Zheng, do you believe in the original sin of life?"

Li Zheng was startled slightly, obviously not keeping up with his jumping thinking.

"I believe."

"Look at me, and then at the people around the world who have suffered from genetic diseases at birth. Our original sin came to this world with genetic material. I hope that one day, our biological humans can change this phenomenon. At least to be born equal in life."

The room was silent, and even Zheng Lingling and Ma Wenmin who had just stepped into the door held their breath without consciously.

Li Zheng opened his mouth. He felt that at this moment, all words seemed so thin and weak.

Genes and genetic diseases, the Human Genome Project is not for this purpose, but even before the death of Li Zheng in his previous life, humans succeeded in drawing the "work frame" of the human genome. Draw the sequence of more than 90% of the nucleotides on the 24 human DNA molecules, but it is only that, from the community to the individual, from theory to practice, from laboratory to clinical, it takes a long way to go The way.

"Am I talking too much?" A trace of shame appeared on the face of literature peak.

"No, you are great." Li Zheng said in a deep voice.

Before the end of his life, Literature Peak thought of not trying to save his own life, but choosing to take out all the useful knowledge in his head and make another contribution to the advancement of human biology. Can he do it instead of himself?

Li Zheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, he...don't know.

"Great? Mr. Li Zheng joked. I shouldn't let Wen Min follow me. I know I have this genetic disease in my family, but when I am in love, I always think that my luck will not be so bad. I only hope now, in the future. Don’t repeat my tragedy in future children."

"I... got it." Li Zheng said seriously.

Although he knows that no matter how hard Wenxuefeng works to finish his project, it is only a drop in the bucket for the big subject of genetic diseases, but the entire discipline of biology is not accumulated bit by bit.

"Teacher Ma..." Li Zheng was about to speak, and Ma Wenmin and Zheng Lingling walked over.

"I'll help you." Ma Wenmin had already burst into tears. She wiped her nose and tears off her face, and walked to the front of Wenxue Peak, "I don't regret it, I never regret it. I am with you. The most correct decision in my life."

Wenxuefeng's hand holding the cup trembled slightly.

He forced a smile, his voice tried to be peaceful, but with a vibrato, "Wen Min, don't make me cry."

Zheng Lingling clenched her fists tightly. If she was in Li Zheng's laboratory before today, most of the reason she was in Li Zheng's laboratory was to worship Li Zheng, but after today, this little girl has a sense of mission of a biological person. ".

Seeing that the feelings of Wenxuefeng and his wife were almost calm, Li Zheng stood up and clapped his hands, "Okay, Teacher Wen, you should go back and have a good rest today. You should get an injection, take medicine and take medicine. Adjust yourself to the best state. We will start working tomorrow."

The Wenxuefeng couple let out a kind of laughter.

After Zheng Lingling asked Zhang Yuejun to send them back, Li Zheng began to call.

"Mother, I will probably trouble you again this time. Wenxuefeng, the teacher should know. Yes, please take a look at his case. I need 24-hour medical support for him. No, not in the hospital. Stationed in Qingyuan. I remember this service is available in private hospitals. Thank you, Master."

"Zhang Chao? I'm Li Zheng. Yes, that's Li Zheng. I will report to Qingyuan tomorrow at nine o'clock and I will start working. Really... I am not a liar."

After making two calls, Li Zheng once again found out Liu Sichao's information.

"A good knife or a bad knife depends on who is holding it." He said to himself, and then dialed the number on his resume.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a bit noisy, like the roar of a car motor.

Yes, he remembers that Liu Sichao liked racing when he was young. When someone analyzed the character of this big boss, he believed that his competitive academic style was largely influenced by the sport of racing.

"I'm Li Zheng, the person in charge of Li Zheng's laboratory." Li Zheng had dealt with Liu Sichao many times in his previous life. At that time, Liu Sichao liked to rely on the old to sell the old, and more than once put the elder's spectrum in front of Li Zheng.

In this life... Li Zheng pursed his mouth. Although his shell is still younger, he is still a little proud of being Liu Sichao's boss.

"Li Zheng! The little genius who discovered carbapenem antibiotics? What? Would you like to invite me to join Li Zheng's laboratory?"

When later generations of Li Zheng and Liu Sichao were dealing with Liu Sichao, Liu Sichao was already in his 70s. Although he was a bit reliant on the old and sold the old, he was a calm and steady senior. Was it like this when he was young?

Li Zheng's cheeks twitched, no wonder his reputation was so bad when he was young.

"I received your resume. Are you interested in joining Li Zheng's laboratory?"

"Hahaha, the kids are quite pretentious. I take the initiative. Let’s talk about it, the treatment is really that good? 20% higher than the professor at Xiangjiang University?"

"Yes."

Li Zheng didn't understand, how could there be so much difference between people, he was still immersed in the awe-inspiring righteousness of the peak of literature just now, and now the two sentences of Liu Sichao, that kind of sadness has almost dissipated in half.

"Can you pay wages in advance?"