"This...you should let go first, it's not good if others see," Ye Xingchen said awkwardly.
"I won't let go. You were hugging Vice President Qin quite affectionately just now. What do I lack compared to her?" Du Fang clung tightly to his neck, refusing to let go.
"Our...relationship is different," Ye Xingchen said, both amused and exasperated.
“You can develop into the same thing.” Du Fang grabbed Ye Xingchen’s collar, her eyes almost spitting fire. She looked like she wanted to take Ye Xingchen right there and then.
"Let's... talk about serious matters." Ye Xingchen struggled to break free from her: "The successful development of the Cancer-Dissolving Pill will earn you a great deal of credit."
This is indeed something to celebrate, even though Ye Xingchen has all the formulas for the Cancer-Dissolving Pill.
However, he can only refine small batches, making it difficult to scale up production.
If it weren't for Du Fang's purification technology and her tireless work day and night in research and development, this drug would never have been mass-produced.
"We urge all major media outlets in Tianhai, our colleagues, and elites from all walks of life to spread this message," Du Fang said.
"Go for a walk? I think it's a bit too early. People's hearts are complicated." Ye Xingchen hesitated for a moment: "It would be troublesome if someone interfered."
“Don’t worry about that. Without my purification technology and related materials, no one can replicate it.” Du Fang looked at Ye Xingchen: “I want this opportunity to become famous.”
“Sure, but I don’t think you’re the kind of person who cares about empty fame,” Ye Xingchen said.
“During my studies abroad, my mentor, Humphrey, a renowned medical oncology scholar, was extremely prejudiced against people of Asian descent,” Du Fang said, lowering her head.
"During that time, I was ostracized by everyone. I had to be the first one there every day to set up the table and the last one to leave to clean up."
"And Humphrey, who mocked me and claimed that I would never achieve anything, today I will show him my success."
"I didn't expect you to have such an experience abroad. Well then, I'll have President Yun inform all the reporters, media professionals, and elites from all walks of life in Tianhai right away." Only then did Ye Xingchen realize that Du Fang, who usually kept a low profile, actually had such an experience.
"Okay, thank you. Humphrey is in Tianhai. I'll invite him over so he can see my success." Du Fang smiled slightly.
"Don't worry, I will definitely invite him to the event and let him see that the Chinese man he's prejudiced against is the most powerful one." Ye Xingchen nodded.
Night fell at Tianhai's largest banquet hall, where red carpets and lights shone, and Lin Nianwei made an appearance to lend her support.
When the news of the successful development of Huaai Dan (a traditional Chinese medicine for cancer treatment) spread, media representatives from all walks of life flocked to the scene.
"Traditional Chinese medicine is a belief that Xingchen Group has always upheld, and it is also the result of five thousand years of Chinese history."
Du Fang, dressed in an evening gown, stood on the grand stage, radiant and captivating: "The Cancer-Reducing Pill is the latest research achievement of Xingchen Group. It can cure mild cases, inhibit moderate cases, and provide severe protection. It is expected to be mass-produced and launched on the market in six months. In addition, Xingchen Group continues to make efforts in the research and development of traditional Chinese medicine to protect people's livelihoods and benefit the people."
Du Fang's speech was a great success, earning enthusiastic applause. After the speech, the banquet began.
She finally managed to escape from a barrage of questions from reporters and ran to a corner to sit opposite Ye Xingchen: "These reporters keep asking questions, it's so annoying."
"So I went into hiding," Ye Xingchen said with a smile. "How does it feel to be a celebrity?"
"No, I'd better not show off like this again." Du Fang shook her head.
"Come, let me toast you to your success." Ye Xingchen raised his glass.
"I only made it into mass production using your formula," Du Fang said somewhat embarrassedly.
“I can’t mass-produce it, I can only refine it in small batches, so you deserve the most credit. I’ll give you five percent of the shares in Starry Sky Group. Do you have any other requests?” Ye Xingchen asked.
"Yes." Du Fang looked up at him. "I want you to go on a date with me and stay overnight at my place."
"Your request is a bit excessive," Ye Xingchen said, both amused and exasperated.
"Oh, Du Fang, congratulations." Just then, a foreigner with broken Chinese walked over.
He was none other than Humphrey, Du Fang's former mentor, with a fawning smile on his face: "I knew you would succeed."
"Humphrey, welcome. It's a pleasure to have you here," Du Fang greeted him in a lukewarm manner.
"Haha, you're my student, today is an important day for you, of course I had to come." Humphrey said with a warm smile, "Your achievements today are inseparable from my guidance."
"So?" Du Fang glanced at him.
"So I have a small request: when you publish an article in the World Medical Journal, I would like to include my name and indicate that I am your mentor."
"This is important to me because I'm vying for the Bohr Medal," Humphrey said.
"The Bohr Medical Award? That's the most prestigious award in the medical field. If I remember correctly, you've been a mentor for a long time, haven't you? With this award, you can be promoted to the title of WHO Academician?" Du Fang asked.
“Uh…yes.” Humphrey nodded awkwardly. “Is that alright? And I’ve brought in a foreign journalist who wants to interview you. During the interview, you just need to mention my name.”
As Humphrey spoke, he called over two reporters from the International Medical Weekly.
"Sorry, no." Du Fang refused directly.
"Why? I am your mentor. Don't you Chinese people respect teachers and value tradition?" Humphrey roared angrily. "Without me, where would you be today?"
"What's going on?" the reporters present asked.
“You are my mentor, that’s true, but I haven’t learned anything from you,” Du Fang said coldly. “You are a complete racist.”
"During the two years you were in charge, you didn't allow me to attend your classes in the classroom. You only let me stand outside and listen. You treated me like a servant. For some important courses, you didn't even allow me to stand aside and listen."
"I am who I am today not because of your excellent guidance, but because of my own hard work."
“You…you’re talking nonsense,” Humphrey retorted angrily. “You’re an ungrateful person. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have achieved what you have today.”
"You Chinese are ungrateful..."
"Try saying what you just said again." Ye Xingchen stopped Du Fang, who was about to retaliate, and slowly walked up to Hanfulai.
"I say you Chinese are ungrateful!" Han Fulai shouted arrogantly.
*Slap...* Ye Xingchen slapped him across the face without any hesitation, making the guy's mouth bleed.
"Ah, my teeth!" Humphrey covered his mouth, both shocked and furious.
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