Chapter 426 The Capital's Recognition of Bacteriophage Technology!

The envelope was made of special kraft paper, with the red seal of the Chinese Academy of Sciences stamped in the upper right corner.

Su Yue opened the envelope; inside was only a thin sheet of paper with vigorous handwriting.

That was a handwritten letter from former Dean Li Qingfeng, and its contents were concise and to the point.

"Comrade Su Yue, I have read your paper and am deeply impressed. The top leadership is paying close attention. Please bring the original samples and technical report to Beijing immediately. A special plane is ready to go."

Su Yue raised an eyebrow as she looked at the words "private jet".

This is no longer an ordinary academic exchange, but a kind of national-level game.

Huo Wenxuan pushed the door open and came in, carrying breakfast he had brought for Su Yue.

"Sister, the provincial government just called and said that a Y-5 transport aircraft is parked at the airport and specifically asked to pick you up."

Huo Wenxuan put the steamed buns on the table, his eyes full of doubt.

"Have you gotten yourself into some huge mess again?"

"It's not a stump, it's a ladder."

Su Yue folded the letter and stuffed it into her inner pocket.

She walked to the safe and took out three small incubators sealed with dry ice.

It contains the stock solution of the mutant strain "Hunter-9".

"Keep an eye on things at the factory with Gu Nanxing and Xinyue. The foundation work for the pharmaceutical factory can't stop. When I get back, I want to see the fermentation tanks being installed."

Su Yue picked up her first-aid kit and strode out of the office.

Haikou Airport.

A transport plane painted entirely in camouflage was parked at the end of the runway, its propellers turning slowly in the wind.

Two guards carrying Type 54 pistols stood at attention and saluted in perfect unison.

"Comrade Su Yue, please board the plane."

Su Yue, accompanied by Chen Xinyue, stepped onto the aircraft's gangway amidst envious glances from the entire provincial medical system.

The cabin was very basic, with exposed pipes and canvas seats everywhere.

But Su Yue sat very steadily, her hand always resting on the incubator.

Two hours later.

Beijing Nanyuan Airport.

Compared to the humidity of Hainan Island, the air here is so dry it feels like it could spark.

The car that picked us up was a black Hongqi, with the Academy of Sciences' pass displayed on the hood.

The car drove through streets lined with red walls and green tiles, finally stopping at the gate of a heavily guarded courtyard made of blue bricks.

"Comrade Su Yue, the academicians are already waiting inside."

Vice President Li stood at the door. Today, he wasn't wearing his official-looking Zhongshan suit, but instead a neat white lab coat.

He looked at the incubator in Su Yue's hand, his throat bobbing up and down.

"You silly girl, do you even know how big of a commotion this time?"

"They only saved a few children; the big commotion shows that too many people died in the past."

Su Yue didn't stand on ceremony and stepped directly into the house.

The meeting room was filled with smoke.

Seven or eight elderly men with gray hair sat around a long table, each holding a copy of Su Yue's thesis.

Li Qingfeng sat in the head seat, and when he saw Su Yue enter, the tense muscles on his face finally relaxed.

"This is Su Yue, the developer of the Hunter series."

Li Qingfeng introduced it very solemnly.

Su Yue walked to the blackboard and placed the incubator on the table.

"Dear seniors, time is limited, so I will go straight to reporting the experimental results."

Su Yue picked up the chalk and drew a structural diagram of a double-layered microcapsule on the blackboard.

"To address the issue that bacteriophages are easily cleared by the immune system in the body, I used chitosan encapsulation technology."

"At the same time, through targeted mutation, Hunter-9 has acquired broad-spectrum killing power against Staphylococcus aureus."

In the audience, an elderly academician wearing thick-rimmed glasses tapped on the table.

"The data looks impressive, but how can we guarantee its safety? After all, this is a live virus. What if it undergoes secondary mutations? Who will be responsible?"

The old man's words were sharp, carrying the rigor and stubbornness of the older generation of scientists.

Su Yue turned around, her gaze meeting that of the old man.

"If left untreated, the mortality rate for these children is 100%."

"When it comes to life, so-called potential risks should give way to established facts."

Su Yue pulled a stack of photos from her briefcase, showing the before and after of Hu Zikang's death.

"This is my responsibility, and it's also the source of my confidence in this technology."

A long silence fell over the meeting room.

The academicians passed around the photos, their fingertips tracing the healed wounds.

"Western countries have imposed a technology blockade on us in the field of antibiotics. How much foreign exchange do we lose every year due to the purification patent for penicillin?"

Li Qingfeng stood up and supported himself on the table with both hands.

"Comrade Su Yue's skills are not about mending old clothes, but about weaving a new battle robe."

He turned his head and looked at the several high-level representatives behind him.

"I suggest that we immediately integrate resources and establish a national-level special laboratory for bacteriophage research."

"Comrade Su Yue will serve as the chief scientist and be fully responsible."

A middle-aged man wearing a gray Zhongshan suit stood up, holding a red-headed document in his hand.

"The organization agrees with Dean Li's suggestion. The first batch of funding is 500,000 yuan, and personnel will be drawn from across the country by Comrade Su Yue."

Five hundred thousand.

In an era when a monthly salary was only thirty yuan, this was equivalent to a mountain of gold.

Chen Xinyue listened with trepidation, nearly dropping her notebook.

Su Yue remained calm.

She knew that this money was not just a reward, but also a weighty pledge.

It was already late when I left the Academy of Sciences.

The autumn wind in the capital carried a chilling atmosphere.

Su Yue walked to the reception room and dialed an internal number.

Gu Beichen's voice came quickly from the other end of the phone, carrying a familiar magnetism and a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"It's me."

Gu Beichen held the microphone, his gaze fixed on the waves below the radar station.

"I heard about it. He's being chauffeured around by a private jet. Director Su is now being treated like a national treasure."

Stop being so cheeky.

Su Yue leaned against the glass of the phone booth, finally relaxing a little after a long day of tension.

"Now that the national-level laboratory has been established, I may have to travel between Beijing and Hainan Island from now on."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Su Yue, I am proud of you."

Gu Beichen's words were soft, yet they struck Su Yue's heart with tremendous force.

"You were rescuing people in the rear, while I was guarding the sea on the front lines. Neither of us, husband and wife, disgraced this military uniform."

As Su Yue listened to the dial tone, a slow smile crept onto her lips.

She walked out of the compound and looked at the endless red walls in the distance.

Serving the country through science—these four words used to be in books, but now they are in the shadow beneath her feet.

The next morning.

Su Yue, accompanied by Chen Xinyue, appeared in front of an abandoned warehouse in the eastern suburbs of Beijing.

This will be the temporary site for the laboratory.

The gate was locked, its iron bars covered in rust.

Su Yue took the heavy key out of her pocket, inserted it into the lock, and turned it hard.

"Creak—"

The heavy door slowly opened, and dust danced wildly in the sunlight.

Su Yue stepped inside, her leather shoes making a crisp sound as they hit the cement floor.

"Chen Xinyue, write this down."

Su Yue pointed to the empty factory building.

"Place the centrifuge on the left and build a sterile operating room on the right. The fermentation tank must be custom-made, and the material must be the best stainless steel."

Chen Xinyue took notes quickly, the pen tip scratching across the paper.

At that moment, a jeep stopped at the entrance.