I really don't want to be a doctor

Chapter 482 Lack of Money
USA, Florida.

AstraZeneca medical company headquarters.

This is a large conference room with a full area of ​​more than 100 square meters. A huge projection screen is hung on the main podium of the conference room.

AstraZeneca holds a regular meeting of the board of directors every three months, and usually the company's policy decisions are all handed over to its hired CEO.

But less than a month after the last board meeting, the chairman of AstraZeneca held another board meeting.

The atmosphere in the entire conference room was rather dignified.

Sitting on the podium at this time is Ryan, the head of AstraZeneca's immune checkpoint inhibitor program.

It's just that his face is a little pale now, and he keeps looking down at the computer in front of him.

"Mr. Ryan, for this incident, our board of directors needs an explanation, a perfect explanation."

Sitting next to Ryan's left was a gray-haired old man. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, his hair was combed brightly, and his voice was loud, without the fatigue of an old man at all.

"Chairman, I..."

Ryan looked up at the old man in front of him, then quickly lowered his head.

"Ryan, you are a smart man." The old man's tone was very calm, but in this calmness, Ryan could hear a trace of restrained anger.

"You are excellent. You have taken over several large projects of our AstraZeneca, and they have all been completed very smoothly. Therefore, this time, the immune checkpoint inhibitor project, I will try my best to recommend you."

"But you let me down so much!"

In the conference room, some of the other directors looked like they were joking, while some had a little bit of sympathy for Ryan.

"Chairman, this time it was my mistake. I didn't expect that in the medical center, there would be several cases of fatal myocarditis in just one month." Ryan's voice was very low. Any reason for him seemed very pale.

"Is this your reason? A senior medical scientist, an excellent doctoral graduate from Harvard University, who covered up all his mistakes with a single mistake?" The old man snorted coldly, staring at Ryan.

A thin layer of sweat slowly secreted from Ryan's forehead. He mustered up his courage and said, "Chairman, I have already contacted my friend in the ethics committee and will ask him to help resume the clinical trial as soon as possible."

The chairman smiled, and waved his hands to the subordinates beside him. Immediately, a young secretary appeared and sent a copy of the materials to all the directors present.

Ryan on stage also received a copy.

"This……"

When Ryan saw the information, his pupils shrank suddenly, "This...it's impossible!"

At this time, all the directors in the audience also exclaimed in small voices and began to whisper.

"Dong...Chairman, where did you get this information?" Ryan swallowed, and looked at the old man beside him, "This...is fake."

"Hehe, fake?" The chairman glanced at Ryan disdainfully, "This information was sent to me by a friend of mine in Huaxia this morning. As for who it is, you don't need to know, but the source is reliable."

"But... but, how could this be..." Ryan didn't say a word for a long time, "A laboratory in China, the progress of the experiment is almost catching up with us..."

In the conference room, the other directors now have serious expressions, without the gloating expressions before.

They are well aware of how important this immune checkpoint inhibitor project is to AstraZeneca.

Although AstraZeneca's internal battle is also very serious, many people hope to see Ryan lose power, but if the immune checkpoint inhibitor project dies halfway, no one will benefit.

"Ryan, you know the importance of this project to us at AstraZeneca, you should know what to do, right?" The chairman stared at Ryan, tapping his knuckles on the table.

Every knock seemed to hit Ryan's heart.

"Chairman, I, I know..."

……

After coming out of the conference room, Ryan's back was completely soaked. It was as if he had run a marathon, and his whole body was about to collapse.

"Mr. Ryan, the chairman didn't make things difficult for you, did he?" Assistant Celine ran up immediately.

Ryan ignored Celine and walked straight forward.

"Mr. Ryan?" Celine quickly grabbed Ryan's arm, "You, what's wrong with you?"

Ryan broke free lightly, glanced at Celine, and said, "From tomorrow onwards, you won't be in the laboratory anymore."

"What?" The smile on Celine's face froze, "Mr. Ryan, what did I do wrong..."

Ryan ignored her and left quickly.

……

Fancheng, Shenzhou Biopharmaceutical Laboratory.

At present, the entire laboratory is mainly divided into three groups, namely immune checkpoint inhibitors, monoclonal antibody drugs, and myocardial mesenchymal stem cells.

Since most of the basic experiments of the immune checkpoint inhibitor project have been completed, the largest project of the Shenzhou Laboratory is now the monoclonal antibody drug.

"Xiao Ran, the next batch of experimental mice and reagents that need to be purchased this time." Lin Yitian came to Jing Xiaoran's office and said, "Because what I want is a monoclonal antibody drug, so the model mice that need to be used this time are all Quite expensive."

"Okay, Mr. Lin, you can make arrangements." Jing Xiaoran looked down at the purchase order, feeling pain in his heart.

If Jin Miao hadn't supported him with some of the funds, he would be on a drop in the bucket right now.

It seems that we have to think of other ways to make money.

Otherwise, the pharmaceutical industry is a bottomless pit, and it is not yet time to generate revenue.

If this continues, he will not be able to support such a large laboratory.

"Xiao Ran, I wasn't here in the morning, I just saw that Lao Zhu seemed to be looking for you." Lin Yitian said suddenly.

Jing Xiaoran nodded, "Okay, I'll go to Teacher Zhu later."

After thinking about it for a long time, there was no good way to make money, so Jing Xiaoran put this matter aside for now, not in a hurry.

After finishing the matter at hand, Jing Xiaoran came to Zhu Xianqing's office.

"Mr. Zhu, are you looking for me in the morning?"

The door of the office was not closed, and Zhu Xianqing was discussing the problem with an experimenter.

Zhu Xianqing looked up and said with a smile, "Yes, it's about clinical trials."

Then he said to the experimenter beside him: "Xiao Yu, you go back first, and I will talk to you about the rest of the questions later."

"Okay, Teacher Zhu."

Xiao Yu greeted Jing Xiaoran with a smile, then closed the door and left the laboratory.

"Xiao Ran, this is the latest clinical trial report."

Zhu Xianqing handed over a blue folder.

Jing Xiaoran nodded, took it, and opened it.

"Because the time of the experiment is still relatively short, the specific effect of the experiment is not yet obvious. It may take three months to see a significant effect." Zhu Xianqing said, "However, the good news is that there are no serious complications. disease."

The clinical trials of ordinary drugs generally take a long time, ranging from a few years to decades.

(End of this chapter)