Chapter 28 The qualification is undoubtedly that of a clam spirit.

"Speak up, don't look so stupid."

For a moment, Wen Xun's ears tinnitus went off, but he quickly reacted: "You've seen her? When? How did you see her?"

"I have eyes."

"so what?"

"So she returned home, knowing how much you'd sacrificed for her, but she still didn't go see you?" Bian Ling tutted. "How ugly have you become that she needs to make such a big decision?"

Wen Xun was confused after hearing this: "What do you mean she knows I've sacrificed so much for her? What you said? Are you so considerate? Besides, I'm not ugly at all! Not old at all!"

“When a person tries to reassure himself that he is not old, he becomes old.”

Sometimes I really want to find a needle and sew this person's mouth shut. Wen Xun was so angry that his heart was beating wildly: "You didn't answer my question."

"You didn't answer my question then."

"I haven't seen her, and I didn't even know she was back. Are you satisfied?"

"Well, I've seen her. She came to visit your grandfather, and since he wasn't home, she met me." Bian Ling spoke frankly this time. "She must have had a prosthetic limb installed. Although there are still some signs of her walking, it's not very obvious."

Wen Xun held his forehead with his hand: "So, you told her everything?"

Bian Ling was puzzled. "Can't you tell me? When you're in love, do you always follow that path where it's all about understanding, not words, and then it drives the onlookers crazy?"

If we talk about Professor Bian’s blind spots in knowledge, this is definitely one of them, and it is an area that he has never touched upon.

"Where did you pick up this heresy?"

"I've been reading a post-apocalyptic novel lately. The hero and heroine are like that giraffe that won't open its mouth. Leaves are growing right next to its mouth, but it starves and refuses to open its mouth. It just stretches its neck to show off its pride. I'm so powerful, but I'm not as proud as them."

Wen Xun:...So I've even changed my species now, right?

"It's not that I can't tell her, it's just that things haven't happened yet. I'm afraid that telling her in advance will make her happy for nothing." He tried to explain.

Professor Bian immediately frowned: "Are you doubting my ability? Are you trying to provoke me?"

Wen Xun felt that he would have to assign a Lingnan language translator to Bian Ling in the future. It wouldn't be a big deal if communication was always so difficult. "How could I doubt your scientific research ability? I'm just afraid that she will wait too long."

"...So you're just a clam spirit? I see."

"What do you understand?!"

Professor Bian has his own way of understanding it: "Since you are a clam spirit, then she is also a clam spirit. You two are in love but can't express it. If I understand it this way, will you be happier?"

That was indeed a happy thing, more than just a little bit. Wen Xun suppressed the corners of his mouth, feeling that he couldn't just be coaxed by someone and lose his mind: "Nonsense, it's not a clam spirit."

...It's definitely a clam spirit.

[Host, please stop messing with the formula. Even Ren Wen is embarrassed.]

"Forget it. I don't want to bother with your world of clam spirits. If she didn't come looking for you, then you can go look for her. She won't kick you out, will she? Besides, her legs and feet aren't as good as yours, right?"

"You're such a fool! Don't touch other people's pain points casually!"

Bian Ling propped up his chin with one hand, a look of disgust on his face: "That's better than your cautious and hesitant attitude. If I were disabled, the people I hate most are clingy people like you."

"Am I... so obvious?" He was just afraid that she would be hurt again.

"I don't know. I heard from Lawyer Xie that you're quite ruthless in business. I'm starting to doubt it now."

Wen Xun couldn't help but retort, "How can doing business be the same as treating the people you care about?"

Professor Bian yawned lazily: "Then I can treat everyone equally."

...Can your spirit be compared with that of ordinary mortals!

However, after this conversation, Wen Xun really wanted to see Jiayu. When he thought that she had returned, he became a little restless.

But he couldn't leave now, after all, the real important things had not been discussed yet.

"Oh, about the new medicine, wasn't it completely handed over to you and Lao Kuang?"

"Well, it was originally progressing steadily, but Director Kuang has recently been a bit overwhelmed. As you know, the patients and families in the oncology department are very anxious. The Drug Administration wants your signature. Then, they'll make an exception and the laboratory will produce a batch of special drugs as quickly as possible for the first phase of clinical trials."

"How many issues are there in total?"

"It has to be at least three phases. This can't be changed, but the time can be brought forward." It was only after he became ill that Wen Xun realized that oncologists have always been the most wild with their medications. "In fact, many patients who participated in oncology drug clinical trials in the past were motivated by the idea of ​​using their residual value to earn some money for their families to test the drugs. If their condition could improve or stabilize, they would be lucky, and a cure was simply a fantasy. But this time is different, so there are so many people who signed up, far beyond Director Kuang's imagination."

"If you go to the oncology department affiliated with Beijing Medical University right now, you'll see they've added so many beds that there's practically no room to stand. Everyone knows it's the pilot program, and Director Kuang is so famous. Everyone wants to stay alive, using all sorts of connections to get in. He's really overwhelmed."

Bian Ling had actually seen this kind of scene. In the radiation sickness research institute at the end of the world, many people whose bodies were rotten to the point of being half gone were still trying hard to stay alive. Their goal was not to recover and walk out of the institute, but to receive drug testing wages from the institute as long as they were still alive and their cases were special enough. These wages could be exchanged for resources and given to their relatives and friends who were still alive outside.

"Actually, you're worried, so you want me to participate in the clinical trial, right?"

Wen Xun nodded. "Well, it's a new drug after all. You're the inventor, so you must be the one who knows it best. Cancer cells are different from other types of cancer. They have many different symptoms. More clinical data is needed to support their safe promotion."

[Host, will you agree? ]

Bian Ling originally planned to be a hands-off boss. After all, he had already prepared the meal, and it was a bit too much for these people who were eating to ask him to teach them how to eat.

But this kind of rice is indeed the first time it has appeared in this world, and he, the chef...

"I can provide some medication guidance temporarily, but I won't be there every day." Bian Ling hates this kind of office work. Even in the end times, he will only go to the laboratory when he wants to work. When he doesn't want to work, it is common for him to disappear for ten days or half a month.

"That's enough, your time is very valuable." There are still projects waiting in line for bionic prosthetics!

"That's right. I'm sleepy. You go and lead the charge."

What charge?!

Wen Xun was puzzled, but he quickly retreated. He was indeed a little anxious to find someone, but as for who to find, everyone knew for themselves.

**

[So, after all these days, when will the clinical trials for the new cancer drug actually begin?]

[That's right, can you please not be so rigid? These are lives at stake! If you delay a day, someone will die. Now there are medicines. What's the difference between this and dying before dawn?]

[Yes, we can just sign it! There will be absolutely no medical disputes! Let’s implement it quickly!]

…

Every day, people check in on the progress of new drug promotion in the super topic. Even Tianhuo’s Weibo is filled with reposts. The data is quite terrifying. Anyone in the entertainment industry would be extremely envious.

However, Tianhuo did not give an accurate answer until the official website of the Beijing Medical University affiliated hospital announced the start time of the first phase of clinical trials. The second phase will be piloted in the four largest cancer hospitals in the country. As for the trial list, in order to ensure fairness, the first phase of clinical trials will only accept patients with severe and advanced diseases.

In other words, the more serious the crime, the easier it is to be elected, and there is really nothing wrong with that.

By the time Professor Bian got the clinical trial list, all the patients on the list had already been admitted to the hospital. He glanced at it and did not see Shen Mingguang's name.

It seems that Shen Yuchuan's connections didn't play any role. What a pity.

The beds in the Oncology Department affiliated with Peking University of Medical Sciences were already in short supply. Before Bian Ling came into being, this was one of the hospitals with the highest rate of discharge from cancer patients after recovery, and Kuang Chunlai was the golden signboard of this place.

And now, with the addition of Bianling’s special cancer medicine, the threshold of the Beijing Medical University affiliated hospital is almost broken down.

In fact, the pilot area has been expanded again and again, and three floors including the top floor have been temporarily planned as the oncology department. If there were not enough medical staff, some regular outpatient departments might have been closed.

But even so, it was not Mr. Shen's turn to get a bed.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa. I'm so useless."

In fact, the Shen family is not just Shen Yuchuan. At least on the surface, everyone is trying to use their connections to send the old man in for treatment. Unfortunately, no one has the real ability.

The old man knew this very well, but he didn't point it out.

"It's not your fault. You don't have to take it all on yourself. Our family owes that child something. It's only natural for him to have complaints against us. I'm an old man, so if I can't be elected, then I can't be elected."

When Shen Mingguang was young, he was actually quite wealthy, but now he is very thin, with white hair, chicken skin and age spots, and his face looks a bit mean.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuchuan subconsciously retorted: "Grandpa, Bian Ling is not that kind of person. He shouldn't block your place."

"Silly boy, grandpa knows you are kind-hearted, so don't worry about this matter anymore. It's not easy to handle the group's affairs, right?" Shen Mingguang didn't expect that he had already transferred the group to his eldest son in advance to avoid quarrels between brothers, but he didn't expect such a mistake to happen.

If it was done by an outsider, of course he could follow the rules, but... Yuhe is his grandson after all.

“Grandpa, will you be disappointed if I don’t become the general manager of the group?”

Shen Mingguang frowned immediately, with a scolding look on his face: "What nonsense are you talking about? This is not your fault. Your father is confused now. If you leave again, Rongshan Group will really be on the decline."

"No, Dad... he's much better than me."

After parting on bad terms that day, Dad meant to move Xi'an out of the Shen family first. No matter what Bian Ling's attitude was, the Shen family would no longer allow Xi'an to be an eyesore to Bian Ling. Even though Mom didn't want to send Xi'an away, Dad's attitude was very firm.

Shen Yuchuan had no way to persuade him, as he could not influence anyone, but unexpectedly, his father changed his attitude the next day. Not only that, a new scandal of Rongshan Group was soon exposed.

His second uncle's family was involved in prostitution, gambling, and drugs! When he saw the news, he couldn't believe that Shen Yuhe had fallen to such a state.

He is ashamed to be related to such a person!

"He thinks he's so powerful? He wants to spread our family scandal to the whole country! Cough cough cough——" Maybe when people get old, they like to watch some family reunion dramas. Shen Mingguang is no exception. Of course, he knows what kind of people his two sons are, but he just wants to see the two brothers as a family.

Even Shen Yuchuan vaguely sensed this at this moment: “Grandpa, calm down. You can’t be angry about your illness. We can’t catch up with the first phase, but there is still the second phase, which will come soon.”

Wait? That would mean waiting to die!

The older people get, the more afraid they become of death. Shen Mingguang is no exception. He doesn't want to die. He hasn't lived enough, and he doesn't want to give away the last of his shares.

"Yuchuan, you're not young anymore. I don't know if I can even see the birth of my great-grandson."

When he was urged to get married, Shen Yuchuan became uncomfortable. Having seen enough of "parental love" and "rich couples", he had an inexplicable fear of getting married and having children. Especially after the incident of the real and fake younger brother, he became even more afraid of raising children.

He was afraid that his children would be as helpless as he was.

"grandfather……"

"Okay, I won't rush you anymore. I need to rest. Go ahead."

Watching Shen Yuchuan leave, the kindness on Mr. Shen's face gradually disappeared. After the nurse pushed him back, he thought for a long time and finally dialed the number.

"It's me, Shen Mingguang."

Bian Ling had expected such a call, but he hadn't expected the old man to be so patient. "It's Mr. Shen, I've heard a lot about you. Are you still alive?"

Shen Mingguang obviously didn't expect this grandson, whom he had never met, to start by asking about life and death. But he had been through a lot after all. "Do you really want me to die?"

"What do you think I care whether you live or die? Don't take yourself too seriously." He doesn't even care about his own life or death, so why would he care about an old man?

Shen Mingguang was silent for a moment: "After all, you are my grandson, are you really not going to come and see me?"

Bian Ling's voice was as calm as water: "See you? Is this how you want to ask for help? Old man, adjust your mindset. I'm afraid it's much more difficult for you to see me now than it was for me to see you before. How about this, if you can come to me, I will lower the conditions for saving you a little. How about it?"

It would be great if this child grew up in the Shen family. The position of heir to Rongshan Group would belong to him. "Okay, I said the wrong thing. What do you want?"

"No, no, no, it's not about what I want, but what kind of money can you give to buy my life?"

"We are blood relatives!"

"Yes, that's why you can talk to me now. Otherwise, you don't even have the qualifications to talk to me."

At this moment, Shen Mingguang finally understood why his grandson Shen Yuchuan was so sure that Bian Ling did not block his clinical quota, because there was really no need. If the other party wanted to do something, they could just do it openly. He and even the Rongchuan Group... would have no ability to resist.

At this moment, a strong sense of regret surged in his heart.

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Author's Comment: [Bugs Already Caught] Premier Wen quietly suggested: Ling, can we read less apocalyptic novels? [Clown][Clown]