I reach the pinnacle of life by learning

Edmund felt a little misguided today.

You know, it costs a lot of money to invite Nobel Prize-level scholars to give academic lectures.

His purpose is to let no one read the academic report of Huaguo Laboratory.

This kind of dark thinking of harming others and benefiting oneself is purely because of Edmund's worry. In case this Chinese man really has a headache, he will talk about some important experimental content in public academic lectures, so that other targeted drug developers can also learn. What should I do if I go?

But now, because the academic hall is full of seats, there is constant tap water pouring in from the outside.Frustrated his plan.

On the contrary, it was the lecture of the Nobel Prize scholar next door, which was contrasted with mediocre popularity.

There were more than 1000 people who participated in the conference.

Except for those who came to support the venue from Cold Spring Harbor, at least one-fifth of the entire exchange meeting was concentrated here.

Edmund took another look.

Although the scholars in the front row only showed the back of their heads, why does the one in the middle with a well-proportioned hairline look so much like Professor Martin?

Previously, when Edmund was still teaching at Stanford, Martin was already a lifelong honorary professor of the Department of Biology at Stanford University.

In other words, when they met in school, the young Edmund would always look enviously at the old man.After all, there are 70 billion people in the world, and the number of living Nobel laureates is only three digits.

On the stage, Qiao Yu's PPT had been playing for quite a while.

Edmund had to calm down, took out the recording pen, and began to listen to the class.

"In the research, we found that we can use technologies such as protein mass spectrometry to guide LAT signal transduction in T cells, so as to achieve the purpose of transmission in the human body. Related papers have been published in "Nature."

Edmund had read that paper.

It gave him a lot of inspiration for his experiment. It was published less than a month ago, and the number of citations displayed on the Internet has reached 32 times.

This shows that there are at least 32 papers citing this achievement...and how many laboratories in the world are doing targeted drug therapy? Do you have 150?

Edmund secretly made a decision: "We have to mark Huaguo's genetic laboratory as an S-level threat...hand it over to the headquarters."

It is very expensive to make targeted drugs.

Edmund was terrified at the thought that Qiao Yu might make them spend years in vain.

On the stage, Qiao Yu's report also came to an end.

"...But because of its ability to migrate and proliferate, it needs to be enhanced. Whether the new protein signal can be used as a weather vane for drug target molecules needs to be further tested in a living tumor model."

"thank you all."

The moment he bowed, there was thunderous applause from the audience.

Qiao Yu is no stranger to giving academic reports, and with his reputation, he doesn't need to gain popularity through academic lectures now.

If it weren't for the fact that the other people in the same industry were older than him, and he was too embarrassed to dictate, he probably wouldn't be able to talk about this PPT in person.

The rest of the report is time for scholars to ask questions.

Qiao Yu looked at the eager faces in the audience... especially the eyes of Martin and Holman who were secretly competing. I am afraid that whoever answered the question first, the other professor would complain with sad eyes.

Fortunately, Professor Zhao Zhirui, who broke in suddenly, solved his predicament.

This is one of the top academic exchanges in the industry, representing top scholars and top achievements.

Maintaining a humble attitude to learn from the experience of others is a compulsory course for every scholar.

Everyone was going to vomit about their own experiments, coupled with the reassurance of Qiao Yu's ability, the other professors did not attend this academic report, but chose their own areas of interest to exchange and study.

Professor Zhao Zhirui was a little flustered, and said, "Qiao Yu! Professor Tan is fighting with someone! Go and see."

Qiao Yu was startled.

Most of the time, Tan Zirui is a middle-aged man who doesn't like to talk, a little cold, and very conceited.The latter is almost a common problem among scholars.

Professor Tan has the temperament of being a doormat, so that Qiao Yu never thought that he would still fight with others?

And it was at this kind of academic exchange meeting.

Therefore, Qiao Yu deduced that someone else must have done it first.

Qiao Yu, who was extremely defensive in his heart, suddenly changed his demeanor.

"I'm sorry, due to unexpected circumstances, I may not be able to answer your questions here... If you have any questions, please contact the genetic laboratory by email for academic exchanges."

He stepped off the podium, followed by the two special forces guarding beside him.

Qiao Yu asked in a deep voice, "Where is it, lead the way."

The Third Affiliated Hospital of Yenching University.

This is the Cardiac Surgery Department of the Third Hospital.

In terms of overall strength, Xiehe is definitely slightly better; but the strength of Yanda Medical School should not be underestimated, and the Department of Cardiology is the best in the country.

At this time, whispers of discussion continued to come.

"Today is Dr. Song's rounds again."

"It's an intern."

"The young man is so handsome. My daughter who just graduated from high school came to the hospital every day to deliver meals to me in order to see him."

After speaking, the people in the ward covered their mouths and laughed.

And the Doctor Song they were talking about was following his mentor to examine critically ill patients one by one.

This is not Song Tianyu's first internship at the hospital.

A little nurse passed by him, showing two small dimples on her cheeks, and showing a charming smile: "Doctor Song, didn't you say a few days ago that you would go home for the New Year? Why haven't you left yet?"

"Been dove." Song Tianyu's lips curled up slightly at any time, "It's boring to go back alone, so I might as well stay in the hospital."

The little nurse asked: "Does Dr. Song want to have dinner with me after get off work?"

Song Tianyu's eyes were still on the medical records, and he replied in a flat tone: "I told you on the first day I came to the hospital that I have a lover."

"Doctor Song, can't even eat with friends now?" The little nurse pretended to be angry, "You have been in the hospital for so long, and you haven't seen your sister come to see you. I thought she was very reassuring about you, but it turns out that she is so strict. ?"

Song Tianyu glanced at her: "No, it's because I have a strong sense of self-management."

The little nurse was devastated one after another, and couldn't continue talking this day, so she had to walk away with a cold face.

Of course, in a few days, she should still post it back... There are very few handsome doctors, but it is not enough to put down their face and chase after; it's just that if this handsome doctor drives a Mercedes-Benz S If it is a high-end AMG coupe, then it is not too much to post.

His mentor, Director Zhang, said with a smile, "Xiao Song is still so popular."

Song Tianyu also smiled and replied: "You are joking."

Director Zhang is used to getting up at five o'clock in the morning to make ward rounds.After all, the hospital has task indicators every day, and the early investigation will not delay too long.

At six o'clock, two people had found the VIP inpatient area.

The instructor adjusted the white coat on his body, and his casual attitude became serious.

This place is at the foot of the Son of Heaven, and those who can live in the VIP area, how to put it, are not easy for ordinary people to offend.

If it is included in a book due to messy reasons, such as appearance, attitude and other issues, it will be really troublesome for nothing.

The time Director Zhang stayed in the VIP ward was significantly longer than that in the ordinary ward.

Song Tianyu then checked three patients who had just undergone heart bypass surgery, noted some postoperative repair problems, and finally came to the last ward.

The instructor said leisurely: "After checking this room, it's about the same."

After speaking, he took a few steps forward and opened the door.

When seeing this patient, Song Tianyu felt a little surprised.

Song Tianyu remembered that his name was Li Hanqing.

Although it's been a long time since I saw him, he has an inexplicable impression of Li Hanqing.

It may be because this is the only relative that Song Tianyu has seen, other than Qiao Yue, who Qiao Yu has personally admitted.

Or maybe it was the arrogance and hostility that came from the other party when they met before.

But at this time, Li Hanqing was just a weak patient, as pale as if he could see the flowing blood vessels through the skin.

Li Hanqing's hospital gown is a small size, but for a person who is close to 1.8 meters, the sleeves are empty.

He seemed to be sleeping poorly, with heavy dark circles under his eyes.

Director Zhang's expression was a little distressed, and he couldn't bear to say: "You are in this state, you can't do it. It's not easy to do surgery... How did your family support you?"

Li Hanqing hummed sickly, and replied: "I can't keep it up... I've been suspended with traditional Chinese medicine for a long time. You also performed my operation ten years ago. You know my physical condition very well."

The instructor sighed.

Li Hanqing supported his arms and sat up from the hospital bed.

It was just a simple movement, but he panted violently as if he had exhausted all his strength.

The instructor stepped forward, helped him to relax, and asked, "What about your nursing care?"

"Going out..." Li Hanqing replied in a low voice, then slowly turned her head and put her gaze on Song Tianyu, "Dr. Zhang, this Dr. Song and I used to be classmates in high school. You can let me talk to him alone ?"

Doctor Zhang turned his head and glanced at Song Tianyu.

The other party's expression was blank.

But he still replied: "Okay, okay. You talk."

Soon, there were only two people left in the ward.

Song Tianyu was still holding the medical records in his hand. He lowered his head and glanced. Li Hanqing was suffering from congenital heart disease.

When he saw this disease, he couldn't help but think of some little things.

Not long after he first came to Yanjing, Qiao Yu passed out and stayed in the hospital for several days. The diagnosis was congenital heart disease.

At that time, Song Tianyu secretly determined the direction of future study.

Now almost five years have passed, he is already a medical graduate student in Cardiac Surgery, and he has been on the operating table several times with his mentor.Barely counts as completing the task ahead of schedule.

Song Tianyu would read Qiao Yu's physical examination report very seriously every year, and then rejoice that he would not need what he had learned all his life for the time being.

Neither of them spoke.

After a while, Li Hanqing's pale fingers tapped on the quilt: "Can you see, I'm dying."

His pupils are very black.

Song Tianyu could see it, he had never seen such a heart full of holes like Li Hanqing.

Congenital valve dysplasia with severe regurgitation, atrial septal defect, ventricular septal defect...

Any single problem can be fatal at any time.Not to mention that it has developed to the end stage, patients have developed drug resistance, and surgical and mechanical treatment methods have been exhausted.

However, Li Hanqing is still alive, which can be called a medical miracle.

Song Tianyu was used to seeing life and death in the hospital, but when facing death, he still felt palpitating.

"When you have a heart attack, it hurts."

Li Hanqing said: "Find a place to sit down, and I will tell you a story."

Song Tianyu glanced at his watch and felt that there was plenty of time.

"Qiao Yu is two years older than me, and I am my father's legitimate son."

Song Tianyu frowned slightly.

According to Qiao Yu, his father had long since died.

"His mother is not mistress. In short, it was Li Chongming, a bastard who did the shit... Oh, Li Chongming is my biological father. He is still in a mental hospital."

The boy's tone was very calm, much like Qiao Yu's when he spoke.

"I have been in poor health since I was a child, so my mother thought about changing my heart."

"After searching and searching, I felt that Qiao Yu was the most suitable. However, during the examination, it was found that the blood types did not match, so Qiao Yu was sent back."

Song Tianyu's expression was vaguely angry. Out of professional ethics, he suppressed his emotions: "In addition to matching the type, the heart transplant operation also requires the consent of the donor himself and his family. And the donor cannot undergo heart transplantation. Donate."

In order to avoid organ buying and selling transactions, generally speaking, donors can only donate their hearts if they die from other reasons and have signed a body donation agreement in advance, or their family members agree to donate after death.

This death time is best not to exceed 1 hour.

"Yes, I know," Li Hanqing put his eyes on Song Tianyu's face, and said slowly, "We are very close by blood...so, he will be like me in the future."

Song Tianyu couldn't hold back, his heart skipped a beat, and he replied firmly, "No."

No.

He can.

Li Hanqing smiled mockingly: "How are you and Qiao Yu feeling now?"

Song Tianyu replied very vigilantly: "It seems that it has nothing to do with you."

Li Hanqing said: "I've been looking for it for a long time... Your indicators are the best match for Qiao Yu.

"Besides, you have undergone surgery... You almost died on the operating table in Germany because you couldn't find suitable blood, so you should know...

"You are type AB Rh negative blood."

"There are about 13 people in the whole country, sounds like a lot, right..." Because of exhaustion, his voice gradually slowed down, "Just when the disease happened, there was one nearby. Just under the age of 60, and the blood type coincided with other indicators. Matching... the whole country, the whole world... How many more? Why is it just you. I just met again, fell in love, oh, fell in love. Does he love you?"

The last sentence pierced Song Tianyu's heart like a sharp thorn.

He froze in place, not knowing why, but suddenly felt a little cold behind his back.

"Qiao Yu is this blood type?" Song Tianyu regained his composure, his voice a little dry.

Li Hanqing replied: "He hasn't tested it yet, and he probably forgot, but I remember."

Song Tianyu wanted to refute him inexplicably, this sentence seemed to be contradictory.

However, Li Hanqing's expression told him that he was really serious now.

"I'm dying, so there's no need to lie to you."

"And, you're right, he's healthy now."

Li Hanqing raised his hand slightly, but quickly lowered it, and said weakly: "I'm tired, sorry. Please go out."

Half an hour later, Li Yi came back with a breakfast box.

Li Hanqing swept his mouth and said, "I have no appetite."

"Eat something, master." Li Yi comforted in a low voice.

Li Hanqing just turned his head, looked out of the window, and murmured: "I was thinking, if I die too, maybe no one will remember it. That's right, I was imprisoned for so long and received such long-term mental treatment. , It’s normal not to remember.”

"I couldn't understand him before and thought he was crazy. But now I envy him."

Li Hanqing sometimes said some strange things, but Li Yi has gradually gotten used to it.

"You're not going to die," he said.

Li Hanqing replied very confidently: "I will. And you all want me to die, I know."

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

Li Hanqing twitched the corner of her mouth: "It's okay, just send Qiao Yu a text message for me."

"Let's just say, I read some books recently and liked them very much. I recommend him to read them too. They are..."

Li Hanqing thought for a moment: "Kawabata Yasunari's "Dandelion", Zha Haisheng's "Spring, Ten Haizi", Sanmao's "Rolling Red Dust"."

In fact, Li Hanqing has never read these three books. What they have in common is that the author's cause of death is suicide.

Li Hanqing closed his eyes: "He is so smart, one day in the future, maybe he can guess."

The author has something to say: Although I don't like spoilers, but in order to prevent bloody warning, let me say this:

1 Qiao Yu will not get sick in this life, so don't worry.

2 In his previous life, Song Tianyu chose to commit suicide in order to save Xiao Qiao.

Xiao Song has experienced many things in his previous life, and his personality is similar to that of a paranoid, a little crazy. (Li Hanqing’s previous life was the same as now, deliberately telling Xiao Song that Qiao Yu needed a heart transplant and only Song Tianyu was suitable), so Xiao Song chose to give Qiao Yu a muscle relaxant, took the gun given by Li Hanqing, and placed it in the Qiao Yu took his hand, then held his hand and pulled the trigger.They were not together in their last life.

In a sense, he succeeded. Xiao Qiao's PTSD has been cured all his life, and when he saw Song Tianyu, his first reaction was guilt and "I don't want to hurt him again".

3 The reason why the Song family went bankrupt in the previous life: I remember a chapter, in this life, when Xiao Song was still climbing a mountain in high school to go to Biyou Palace, he received a call saying that his father was seriously ill and had a cerebral hemorrhage and entered the ICU?In her previous life, Song Yiwen died prematurely because of this.

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The reason for adding words is: it's all about Qiao Yu's career line, it doesn't fit anywhere, and then someone keeps asking Xiao Song if his family will go bankrupt!

Will not.It's good for Xiao Song to be a cute, silly, sweet person in this life.

There will be a special episode in the future, specifically explaining what happened to Xiao Song and Xiao Qiao in their previous lives.

In order to get Qiao Yu out of the shadows, Li Hanqing asked someone to give him psychological hints and hypnotize him, tampering with many of his memories.