Jiang Zhen stood there and pondered for a moment before driving back to the city.
In the car, Yan Jiang placed the rose in Song Fei's arms and said, "I picked this rose in the rose garden this morning. Smell it and see if it has the scent of my love."
Song Fei sniffed and said, "I smell the smell of manure."
Song Ci: "Puff——"
Yan Jiang corrected Song Fei with a dark face: "Roses are fertilized with fertilizer."
Song Fei also smiled, then hugged the bouquet of roses tightly. When they arrived at the manor, Song Fei got out of the car with the flowers in her arms, and Han Miao and Han Jun immediately noticed the roses in her arms.
Han Miao asked sweetly, "Auntie, can I have a rose?"
Song Fei was touched by Han Miao's soft and sweet voice of "Auntie" and quickly drew a beautiful rose for Han Miao. Han Miao pulled Han Jun's arm and said to her, "Call for help quickly. There are roses for you."
Han Jun called out coolly, "Auntie." There was no second word.
Song Fei: "..."
Song Fei stared at the little girl who was even cooler than her, but she still drew a rose and gave it to Han Jun. After the girls got the roses, they ran away with the ducks.
Song Fei stared at the plump little duck and asked Song Ci in confusion, "Why do you raise a duck for them?" Don't rich people raise dogs? Or cats? Even wealthier families would just raise tigers and lions.
This is the first time I have seen duck farming.
Song Ci said: "Raise it and eat duck eggs."
Song Fei's mouth twitched, "I've never seen you manage the household so well."
After having lunch at Song Ci's house, Song Fei and Yan Jiang returned to their own house in the afternoon. Yan Jiang had someone clean the house in the morning, so when Song Fei returned home, the house was spotless.
She saw a large package in the living room and asked Yan Jiang, "What did you buy?"
When Yan Jiang saw the package, he turned around and went to the sideboard to get a pair of scissors. He came back with the scissors and said to Song Fei, "The crib I bought for my child has arrived."
"Yeah?"
The two of them unpacked the crib and discovered that it needed manual installation. Yan Jiang said, "I'll do that. You go get some rest." Inside the crib came a wrench and an installation guide. Yan Jiang sat cross-legged on the floor and began to study the instructions.
Song Fei was worried about something, so she said, "You install it, I'll call my teacher."
"Teacher Fu?"
"Um."
While Song Fei was on the phone, she heard Yan Jiang say, "Has your master's wife returned from retirement before the war?"
"I'm back." Fu Hanshen's wife, Shen Zhiyi, is a war correspondent. She is old and finally retired and returned to China. Song Fei said, "I saw her post on WeChat Moments and she seems to be learning belly dancing recently."
"That's good. Find something to do."
There are 365 days in a year, and Fu Hanshen works for 360 of them. It took him more than ten seconds to answer the phone. When Song Fei found that the call was connected, she called out "Teacher" into the phone, then turned around and made a shushing gesture to Yan Jiang.
Yan Jiang fell silent.
"Teacher, what are you busy with?" Song Fei walked to the sofa and sat down. She picked up a pillow and collapsed on the sofa like a boneless person.
Fu Hanshen said, "Over a hundred people have been infected with an unknown virus in Country I. The samples were sent to me and I'm currently researching them." It was unusual to hear Song Fei's call at this time. Fu Hanshen asked, "Have you returned to China?"
"Um."
"When will you come over to help me?" When Fu Hanshen learned that Song Fei had returned to China, he wanted to call her over to work as a laborer.
Song Fei said: "I want to continue to rest. I will go back to work when my child is one year old."
Fu Hanshen laughed and scolded, "Lazy bones!"
In fact, Song Fei was not really resting. When she was in New York, she had been studying with Dr. Zhuang Long, which could be regarded as further study in another sense.
"Why are you calling?" Fu Hanshen was busy with work and just wanted to hang up.
Song Fei then got down to business.
"Teacher, do you remember that you told me last year that you had an old friend who devoted his life to researching lung cancer drugs?"
Hearing this, Fu Hanshen frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "Professor Su Yudi?"
"Yes, it's Professor Su." Song Fei took off her slippers and sat cross-legged on the sofa. She heard Fu Hanshen say, "Professor Su passed away eight or nine years ago. I rarely think of him now. What do you want to do by suddenly mentioning Professor Su?"
"Look, I remember you said that the drug, Fullic, which Jiangdong Pharmaceutical launched five years ago, is very similar to the drug developed by Professor Su. I'd like to know what this acquaintance is referring to."
Fu Hanshen narrowed his eyes.
He took off his other glove and walked out of the laboratory with his cell phone.
Standing in the corridor outside, Fu Hanshen stared out the window and said, "It's only because you asked that I'm telling you the truth."
"Teacher, go ahead."
Fu Hanshen sighed and said, "To be honest, Su Yudi and I are from the same school. He studied at Kyoto University and was in the same major as me. We had the same advisor. Professor Su and I had originally agreed to work at the National Research Institute in the future, but he later changed his major to the Economics Department due to family reasons."
"Su Yudi successfully earned a PhD in economics and went to teach at Nanxing University. He later picked up medicine again. It took him only five years to earn his MD. We have always been good friends and often communicate on the phone. He told me that both his parents died of lung cancer. However, the drugs for lung cancer were too expensive, and not only did they exhaust his family's finances, but they still haven't been able to save their lives. He said he was determined to develop a drug that could cure lung cancer and benefit more people."
"After that, Su Yudi continued to research lung cancer cures while teaching, a research project he conducted for nearly a decade. Around the Mid-Autumn Festival of 2013, he visited me at home and talked with me all night long, sharing his research insights with me."
"He told me he had developed a cure for lung cancer, but because it had significant side effects, it still needed further development. The ingredients and effects of the cure he described were very similar to the drug, Feilike, which Jiangdong Pharmaceutical launched five years ago."
"So I've always suspected..." Fu Hanshen pressed his forehead and whispered, "I suspect that after Professor Su passed away, his research results were stolen."
Song Fei's eyes suddenly turned cold after hearing this. She told Fu Hanshen, "Teacher, you may not know that the person who developed the drug Feilike is Dong Bi, the head of Jiangdong Pharmaceutical's R&D department. This Dong Bi... is Professor Su's student."
Hearing this, Fu Hanshen suddenly became subtle. He said, "You think..."
Song Fei sneered, "Professor Su must have accepted an ungrateful person as his student!"
Fu Hanshen took a deep breath.
"How shameless!"
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