My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 338 I Just Want to Buy a Good Gun

"What absurdity! This is the most ridiculous thing in the world!"

"Is this Huaguo scholar serious? I think this scholar has not considered the overall research background at all, and he probably has not even read Professor Sylvan's works."

"Fortunately, he still has the courage to send it to our mailbox?"

"What's the point of repeating multiple comparison experiments, and the accuracy rate of the experiment is 100%? Doesn't he know that falsification is best described by ambiguity?"

"Maybe he misremembered the date and thought it was April Fool's Day? Hahaha..."

"Zheng Dalu? Why haven't I heard the name of this scholar, does anyone here know him?"

"The signed work unit is Huaguo Changqing Biology... Has anyone heard of this company?"

"Forgive my ignorance."

"Obviously, this is a poor speculator."

A group of blond and blue-eyed expert editors are sitting around a horseshoe-shaped table, conducting an internal selection meeting.

"The Lancet Flying Knife" is internationally recognized as one of the most influential and top medical journals.

This seemingly ordinary regular meeting held within the editorial department of "The Willow Leaf Flying Knife" is well-known in the medical research circles all over the world.

The special editors here are well-known scholars from all over the world. They select about 30 papers from a large number of submissions every week, and select the breakthrough academic research papers for publication.

Unlike most of the expert editors below, the German editor-in-chief Hoffman, who was sitting on the main seat and looked a bit rigid, frowned as he looked at the article in his hand.

"Gentlemen, if you can, first put aside your prejudice against this paper, and I would like to ask everyone to re-evaluate it objectively."

"Editor-in-chief, you are also an expert professor in neurology, do you really think it is necessary?"

"Yeah, who does he think he is? A fighter who wants to challenge authority?" Another editor also sneered.

In the eyes of many, this is simply a waste of time.

Hoffman wasn't too surprised by the reaction of his colleagues.

After all... strange animals are protected, but strange people are ostracized.

The same is true in academia.

But he still shook his head with a serious face.

"Authority? For us scientific researchers, authority is the last thing that should appear, unless it finally becomes the truth.

We are professionals, so we must carefully analyze each paper.

Decide whether it is a clinical advance, a plagiarized paper, or research worthy of publication.

Of course, it also includes whether the author has actually completed the research work he mentioned in the paper...

But obviously, we haven't even done any of the above.

At least in my opinion, this paper provides us with another novel research idea, which is very inspiring, and it does not seem to be something written by an ignorant speculator.

Research in the field of Alzheimer's disease has not made any progress for decades. I think we may need such different voices to appear.

That's why I let it go through the first draft. "

In fact, as an expert in this field, Hoffman was originally very dissatisfied with the slow progress in the research and development of Alzheimer's disease treatment.

after all……

There was a gloomy look in his eyes.

Needless to say, the level of editor-in-chief of top journals, when I saw this paper for the first time, I didn’t know why, but I felt instantly amazed.

It's like in a maze where you can't find your way, someone suddenly opened a door for you...

Even that door, seems so unreal...

"Objectively speaking, I can't see anything imprecise in this paper.

Even... I can't find any suspicious loopholes in it, and as the editor-in-chief said, its research ideas are quite breakthrough!
If the experimental data of this paper is true, even if it does not need to be revised, I recommend it as the front page. "

A younger editor saw the support of the editor-in-chief, so he stood up and expressed his thoughts truthfully.

"Cakes! Front page? Are you kidding me? It's going to make a big splash!"

"However, purely in theory, this article does have its scientific value.

Well... it should be said that the value is subversive..."

"The premise of your suggestion is the authenticity of this paper. If you publish this unconfirmed paper, once it is confirmed that the data is falsified, it will be a heavy blow to the reputation of our Lancet Flying Knife!
Have you forgotten that Harvard Medical School's heart stem cell research papers were falsified not long ago, which caused us to withdraw a large number of manuscripts? "

"That's right, the aftermath of that incident has not yet passed, and those sensitive media are still staring at us all day long. I don't recommend publishing such a grandstanding article at this time, which is very vulnerable to attack."

"It seems that this paper is very controversial, so I reserve my opinion, after all, neurology is not my field of expertise."

"Well...my suggestion is to provide an opportunity for the authors to answer some questions about the experimental data..."

"I think……"

After several minutes of discussion, Hoffman nodded, hesitated for a moment, and finally made a decision.

"Then put this article on hold for now and I'll ask my friends at PFE to do an independent review of it."

(PFE: Ruihui, an international pharmaceutical giant)
"Independent review?" All the editors were a little surprised.

For ordinary manuscripts, there is no need to use this level of review standards.

Independent review after all...that costs money!
But thinking of Hoffman's wife's illness, everyone has some understanding of his behavior.

"Although I think it's redundant to do so, according to Professor Zheng, this kind of experiment is repeatable, so it shouldn't be difficult to verify it."

"Okay! I agree!"

After the manuscript selection meeting was over, Hoffman turned on his computer and sent the relevant materials of this paper to his friend Richard's mailbox.

This is an international long distance call...

……

On the other side of the ocean, Gotham City.

PFE Headquarters, R&D Center Office.

"Richard, you fail again! Again and again!
How many years has it been?Your bad news is the same as those little ghosts knocking on the door on Halloween, never absent!

How much more budget do you want to take from me this time?what!

Well, I have to tell you some good news, the president's office has decided to withdraw your group's scientific research funding for the second half of the year!
Stop!Don't tell me how promising it is, I know better than you that it can make a lot of money for us, but the premise is that you research this damn Alzheimer's disease-targeted drug!

If you can't get it out, you are a bottomless pit that you can only enter and not exit!

If you don't want the whole team to pack up and leave, then send me a feasible research project as soon as possible.

remember!Don't let me hear that damn 'Alzheimer' again in this project, not a single letter!

Now, bring the door and leave me alone to cool off! "

A moment later, a bald, middle-aged white man who looked to be in his 50s came out of the office with a somewhat disheartened face.

Richard returned to his office dejectedly, leaning back on the chair weakly, staring at some messy documents on the desk in front of him in a daze.

Yes, how many years?
It seems to be 16 years...

He has been immersed in this field since he graduated with a Ph.D., thinking that one day he will become famous.

However, for so many years, he seemed to have embarked on a road of no return.

Someone is always telling him in his ear... it's almost there...

However, more than ten years have passed, but there is still no end in sight...

Should I really give up...

"Professor, what's the matter?" the assistant in the office approached cautiously and asked.

"Ugh!"

A long sigh said it all.

Seeing this, the young assistant also sighed.

It may not be long before I start submitting resumes again...

"Jingle Bell!"

At this time, the phone on the table rang suddenly.

Richard picked it up weakly.

"Hey!"

[Richard, it's me, your old friend Hoffman. 】

"Hoffman, if you're here to catch up on the past, then unfortunately, I'm not in the mood today..."

【Oh!That's unfortunate, I'm not here to catch up on the old days, but to discuss business with you. Do you want to accept an independent investigation of [-] US dollars? 】

"Um……"

Considering the team's stretched funds, Richard suddenly became enthusiastic.

"Of course, my old friend, it seems that your journal has encountered a valuable research paper?"

[Hmm...it's hard to say now, but I'm willing to make some efforts...

I have already sent the materials to your mailbox, please leave the next thing! 】

Richard immediately turned on the computer...,

"Yeah! I've received it, let me take a look...uh..."

After quickly skimming through the abstract of the paper, Richard's eyes widened.

"I said, are you kidding? Don't you know that Professor Sylvain is my best friend?"

[Hypocritical pandering is the poison of friendship, and sincere criticism is a small gift of friendship. I think your best friends will not mind. 】

"Uh……"

Choked on a sentence, Richard could only roll his eyes and leave the sentence.

"For the sake of the lovely 'knife', I will reply to you as soon as possible!"

Richard hung up the phone, pulled himself together with some reluctance, and began to carefully review the content of the paper in the email...

half an hour later...

"Sigh~"

Although Hoffman is also an expert in neurology, how can he compare to Richard who has been working on this track day and night?
These data look... There is no trace of falsification at all...

And... would anyone be stupid enough to tell a lie that could be exposed almost instantly?
Even without experimental verification, Richard has already made his own judgment with intuition...

But... how is this possible?

That is a pioneering paper that ranks among the top five citations in related fields and has been cited more than 2300 times!

Holding the printed document, his expression changed.

This thesis, like a bolt of lightning, pierced his deep and dark night sky!

The road of no return in front of me is still that road of no return, with no end in sight.

However...another road suddenly appeared in front of his eyes...

"What's the matter, Professor?" The assistant looked at him in confusion.

"Go! Prepare to verify the experiment!"

"Huh? But it's almost lunch time?"

"Immediately! Immediately! Call everyone, I want you to get the results as quickly as possible! Otherwise, go out and have lunch with the homeless!"

"I... good professor! I'll go right away!"

Seeing the professor's eyes were red and staring fiercely at him, the assistant, who had never seen such a posture before, immediately ran to the laboratory in fright...

Sunrise and sunset...

until eight o'clock at night.

"Zi~ZiZi~"

Richard, who was standing next to the test bench, had bloodshot eyes. Before the data in the printer was printed out, he couldn't wait to pick up the file and compare it with the paper data in his hand.

PFE is worthy of being an international giant, and the laboratory equipment is luxurious, which is far from that of Evergreen Biotech's fledgling laboratory.

Even many materials and samples are readily available.

In addition, what I have done is similar related research.

It took less than a day for Richard's team to repeat the experiment as described in the paper.

Richard looked at the hot data for a while, and the data in the paper for a while, his eyes gradually widened, and then turned red...

"What the fuck!"

Listening to his tutor's swearing, the assistant who probably already knew what happened couldn't help swallowing.

"Professor, is this paper... true?"

What answered him was Richard's face that gradually became ferocious...

"Where's my gun? Where's my gun? I'm going to kill that bastard!"

16 years of youth and hard work!
What the hell are you telling me now that everything is fake? !

Richard's sanity collapsed in an instant!

"Professor! Calm down! Calm down!" The assistant was so frightened that he quickly hugged Richard.

"Professor Sylvain is your best friend!"

"Fuck, even if he is my dear friend today, I will shoot him!" Richard struggled frantically.

16 years of painstaking efforts turned into nothing...

If you don't earn money, all you do is useless!
It's a pity to live up to the good times, and there is no hope for the country and the family...

So what is the meaning of my life?
It turns out that from the very beginning, what I walked by myself...was really a road of no return...

How many 16 years can there be in life?
My aunt has become a woman and her hair has turned white, but you told me... Waiting for nothing? !
This kind of pain... who can understand? !
The assistant was worried about his tutor being impulsive, so he hugged him and quickly comforted him.

"Professor! Professor, listen to me, we are thinking in a good direction, and this is not all a bad thing.

Doesn't it mean that we have a new research direction?
Our team still has a future. After hearing the news and seeing new hope, the company will definitely continue to invest more!

By the way, the most important thing now is to report to the company as soon as possible, which is also a great achievement!
Otherwise, once the news leaks out, not only our company, but all the companies that deploy related research will definitely wail, and the stock price may drop sharply. We have to remind the company to stop losses quickly! "

"Ok?"

Richard immediately stopped struggling.

"what did you just say?"

"Uh... I said to remind the company to stop losses?"

"No, one sentence ahead."

"The previous sentence... Maybe the stock price will have to..."

Having said that, the assistant froze for a moment, then slowly widened his eyes.

The master and apprentice looked at each other for a moment... the atmosphere suddenly became weird...

"Professor you..."

"Hey! Don't get me wrong, I just want to buy a good gun."

assistant:"……"

I thought about it.

"That...Professor, you know I'm short on money at work, and your salary is so high, can you lend me some first?"

"You..." Richard stared.

"Hey! Professor, don't get me wrong, I just want to hire you a good lawyer..."

Richard: "..."

(End of this chapter)