After submitting the list of effective drugs, Jiang Cheng specifically told Dr. Zhong to speed up the process, simplifying all formalities except for the strict quality inspection process, so that the drugs could enter the market as soon as possible.
With his intention to expedite the process, the matter progressed rapidly. It was believed that within a year, those patients would be able to take medication that could stabilize their mental state. Strictly speaking, mental illness is curable, except for extremely severe personality disorders.
Jiang Cheng was extremely busy during this period, and he also had to try to contact Old Chen. As the chief engineer of the controlled nuclear fusion station, he had many crucial opinions to approve.
In fact, looking back at the process from the eight languages to the current deans of the two academies, he observed that the system's appearances were far too infrequent, seemingly intentionally withholding assistance. And yet, he gritted his teeth and persevered through each and every trial, each one more difficult than the last.
Not only was he physically tormented, but he also underwent mental trials. The technology tree seemed to be deliberately forging him into a piece of tough steel. It's not difficult to stay true to oneself; what's difficult is to stay true to oneself every time.
Can the scientific leaders that China needs truly be those who can simply say "I can do it"? Ordinary people can't even get past the hurdle of giving up their positions, let alone advance further. If Ai Jincheng hadn't left for another country, he would be the one representing our civilization today.
That's all unimaginable.
Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a pang of regret as he walked this path, bearing countless insults and doubts. He had the opportunity to become a better person, but before that, he had to traverse layers of hell.
He imagined the flourishing of the technology tree, something that represented the collective efforts of scientific researchers over the next century, and it seemed so unpredictable and elusive.
The release of the law of entropy increase has also helped humanity gain a deeper understanding of the entire universe once again. No one knows where our civilization is headed. Jiangcheng can only make the most of the present and at least pick the things on the technology tree one by one and apply them to the building of a strong nation.
He became increasingly interested in how the technology tree was created, and just as he was pondering this, there was a sudden knock on the office door.
Gu Qingwan walked in, holding a document in her hand. "Boss, this is research data submitted by a professor from Kyoto People's Hospital."
"Oh?" He took it and opened it curiously. After reading for a while, he found it was a research paper on the human brain by an elderly man. Jiang Cheng could barely understand some of it. "Has it already been published?"
"It's published. Send it to the Academy of Sciences for backup."
"I see."
He didn't pay much attention, put the document aside, and continued with his work.
"Are you going back to Lanjing this afternoon, boss?"
Jiang Cheng glanced at the time; it was 10:11 AM. "Let's go back at noon. Let's take a break from work for now and stay for a couple of days before discussing anything further."
Gu Qingwan nodded and went out to arrange his schedule.
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Jiang Cheng bought a lot of things in the evening. After getting off the bus, he stood downstairs in Huanjiang Community. Luo Xiaoli knew he was coming home this time and waited with great excitement.
He thought for a moment and then called out to his assistant, who was about to look for a parking space.
"Wait, I'll go upstairs later to buy something."
Based on his familiarity with Lanjing, he drove to the intersection of Changhuan River, where there were many small stalls selling jewelry and flowers. He picked out a bunch of baby's breath and wrapped it up.
Five minutes later, he reappeared downstairs.
Jiang Cheng, dressed in a suit and carrying a bouquet of flowers, walked up the stairs.
If you like a girl, you must buy her a bouquet of flowers. Appear before her suddenly in the midst of a vibrant spring day or a golden autumn when everything is fading away. The world will be filled with nothing but flowers and you. People will eventually become mundane, but romance will never die.
He opened the door, and there stood Luo Xiaoli, who was already waiting. The girl was wearing pink pajamas, revealing her slender shoulders. Jiang Cheng couldn't believe that ever since she received the news that he was coming back, the girl had been eagerly waiting on the sofa.
Whenever she heard the slightest noise outside, she would immediately get up and excitedly run to the door, peeking through the peephole to see if it was her brother outside.
Although she knew Jiang Cheng wouldn't be back so soon, she couldn't help but feel her heart pounding, and the thought of his face made her smile.
At that moment, Jiang Cheng stood in front of her, holding flowers.
"Here you go." He reached out and stuffed the flowers into her arms, looking directly at her bewildered expression. He stood there, head bowed, his gaze fixed solely on the bouquet of baby's breath. Luo Xiaoli's dark eyes reflected the intense passion of the blooming flowers. In an instant, her heart seemed to be struck. She opened her mouth slightly, and as she came to her senses, her eyes welled up with tears.
Jiang Cheng reached out and patted her head, his eyes crinkling with laughter. Was a bouquet of flowers really that alluring? He withdrew his hand. "What are we having for dinner?"
"Eat me."
Luo Xiaoli tiptoed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Caught off guard, Jiang Cheng was suddenly pressed against the back of her head, and her soft lips pressed against his mouth.
The two kissed in the entryway.
There were vibrant flowers on the back of his neck.
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After kissing for a while, Jiang Cheng couldn't stand the suffocating feeling and called a stop. He gasped for breath several times, his face turning red.
He looked into Luo Xiaoli's misty eyes, then gently rubbed her face with both hands, making the girl look quite ugly, even wrinkling her nose.
"Okay, okay, stop crying. I'll go cook."
Jiang Cheng walked around the table, opened the refrigerator, took out two steaks, tore off the plastic wrap, and went to the kitchen to skillfully begin cooking.
In the living room, Luo Xiaoli started walking around the room, searching for something. Her gaze fell on the coffee table, and she picked up a glass.
The girl skipped and hopped to the bathroom, got some water, and took the baby's breath out of its packaging and put it in the cup.
Then I went to the balcony and chose a good spot to set it up.
The afterglow of the setting sun streamed down, mingling with the orange glow of the sunset through the window, gently caressing the delicate flower stamens. Luo Xiaoli opened her eyes wide, resting her cheek on her hand, the clusters of beauty reflected in her eyes. At this moment, her dazed expression was more beautiful than the flowers themselves.
The warm and ordinary daily life has a unique charm. When Jiang Cheng returns home, he always feels a sense of peace and security. He doesn't have to think about anything from the great journey; just having her in his heart is enough.
He hummed a tuneless song while his hands moved non-stop, his slender fingers gripping the knife and stabbing the steak a few times to help it absorb the sauce better.
He is not usually home.
Luo Xiaoli would also find things to do to pass the time. She discovered that she had a little talent for drawing, but it was just for fun and not a formal art form. She set up a shelf in her room, put a sheet of white paper on it, picked up a pencil and started sketching randomly, without needing any specific material.
She didn't know why, but a Western-style building always appeared in her mind, with a high dome, a spire carved with reliefs, and occasionally white doves perched on the lower part.
In fact, she had never seen such a sight before.
how.
Will it appear in my mind?
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