Chapter 503 The American Doctor’s Conspiracy
Professor Theodore slammed the table:
"Yes, as long as Lin Sanqi arrives in the United States, on our territory, we will have plenty of ways to deal with him. If he knows what's good for him, we can give him honor and money on the premise of handing over the patent.
If he doesn't know what's best for him, we have plenty of ways to prevent him from returning to China, or even put him in a US prison. For example, we could frame him for stealing US confidential intelligence or stealing data from our lab.
If all else fails, we can place some contraband in his house, or even a dead body under his bed. Then the US law will have plenty of ways to punish him and destroy him, and if he wants to survive, he will still have to hand over his patents."
Anthony frowned:
"Theodore, you're getting more and more ridiculous. We are doctors, not Mexican gang members. I believe Lin will be happy to cooperate with us."
Professor Theodore curled his lips in his heart.
A few years ago, a Brazilian doctor was invited to be a visiting scholar at Harvard Medical School because he invented a drug for hemorrhagic fever.
A week before he returned home, his body was found on the Boston beach with his hands tied behind his back. The police eventually ruled it a suicide.
If Professor Anthony had not successfully applied for a patent for a hemorrhagic fever drug a year later, he would have truly believed that this was a highly respected professor, as pure as boiled water.
Professor Anthony seemed to have made up his mind. He finally said:
"Then let's follow Blake's plan and invite Lin Sanqi to Massachusetts General Hospital as a visiting scholar. We'll formulate a plan based on this decision."
Assistant Blake had a new idea at this time:
"Professors, I think we should put pressure on China. For example, we can have our domestic media report that China's experimental data is suspected of being falsified. If they have the courage, they should conduct clinical verification in front of medical experts from all over the world.
On the other hand, we can also contact WHO officials, such as Mr. Dylan, the WHO external relations officer who is familiar to Professor Theodore, and ask them to leak to the media that WHO cannot confirm the authenticity of China's tuberculosis treatment.
The Chinese authorities will surely take notice of these reports. The Chinese attach great importance to their reputation, so they will definitely assign Lin Sanqi, the head of the tuberculosis program, to clarify the matter. We will then invite him to the United States to verify the facts. I don't believe he won't take the bait."
The others all thought this was a good idea: "Blake, you are really a smart guy."
"I'll contact the media and can help with this through Johnson & Johnson!"
"OK, Dylan, I'll go convince him. It won't be difficult for him. He should be able to help us!"
This group of American doctors closed the door and began to think of ways to trick this Chinese doctor into going to the United States.
A week later, when Lin Sanqi came back, he drove a large truck into the Dongyue Temple.
The dean came back, and all the hospital staff who wanted to make progress gathered around him. Bi Xinglong, as the head of the medical department and the temporary person in charge of the hospital, was the first to run.
"Lin Yuan, you're back. You must have missed us so much."
Lin Sanqi chuckled, "So, nothing unexpected happened while I was away, right?"
"We follow your rules and regulations, and the hospital is running in a balanced manner. Look, there's still a huge queue at the entrance. More and more patients are coming in from all over the country, and it's getting harder and harder to get an appointment."
"It seems that the nationwide promotion of tuberculosis treatment is about to begin."
Currently, only the Capital Infectious Disease Hospital in the country, and even in the world, can treat tuberculosis, but the number of beds and outpatient appointments is far from enough.
Therefore, every province, every region, and even every county will need to establish a tuberculosis hospital, or at least a tuberculosis department.
This involves nationwide medical training and the supply of anti-tuberculosis drugs. It is a complicated matter and requires national cooperation.
Seeing more and more employees gathered around, Lin Sanqi said to Yang Shaohua, the head of the General Affairs Section, who had rushed over:
"Old Yang, there are 1,000 small radios in this car. As usual, we'll give one to each employee in our hospital as a National Day bonus. As for the remaining radios, 50 will be given to the Union Hospital, 100 to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, and 100 to the Digital Hospital."
The surrounding employees were delighted when they heard this:
"Dean, we're actually giving out radios?"
"We just gave out electric fans a few months ago, and now we're giving out radios. So, everyone should get a bicycle during the Lunar New Year."
Lin Sanqi's eyes lit up when he heard this:
"Yes, it's settled. Everyone, work hard. If you do well, we'll each get a bicycle for the New Year."
Clap, clap, clap~~~Instantly, warm applause broke out in the hospital.
Faced with the sincere support of the employees, Lin Sanqi felt a little guilty.
After all, he was the only one who received these red envelopes worth millions and tens of millions of dollars, but a little bit of it slipped through his fingers and was distributed to his employees. He was even grateful to them, which made him feel a little guilty.
Lin Sanqi returned to his dean's office and found it clean. It was obvious that someone cleaned it every day.
Bi Xinglong, director of the Medical Department, reported on the hospital's operations over the past month, and Zheng Meimei, director of the Finance Department, reported on the financial status over the past month.
Yang Guang, director of the Science and Education Department and head of the medical advanced training class, reported on the training status of this year's newly recruited college students and apprentices. Even Zhu Fengzhen, director of the Nursing Department, came over to join in the fun.
Lin Sanqi was very happy to see that everyone was very enthusiastic about their work.
Watching videos from another time and space, I understand the hardships of working like a beast of burden. They are simply forcing themselves to smile while at work.
Let’s look at 1961. Although people were a little poorer and had less to eat, their mental outlook was absolutely positive.
Bi Xinglong thought of a problem:
"Dean Lin, there's one more thing. The Harvard University medical team has been conducting clinical trials with us for six months. Professor Anthony said it's almost time, and they're preparing to leave China."
Lin Sanqi perked up when he heard this:
"How's their clinical validation work going? They should have come up with a conclusion by now, right?"
At this time, Professor Theodore came over without knocking, followed by a smiling Professor Anthony:
"Lin, I saw you were giving radios to every employee. They all said it was a gift from the dean, but I really want to tell them that it was my father who paid for the radios."
Lin Sanqi also opened his arms and hugged the foreign doctor:
"Thank you very much, thank you for the radio, my friend. On behalf of all 460 employees of our hospital, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you. Haha."
Professor Theodore was not angry, but rather felt a sense of gloating:
"Lin, I'm afraid you don't know what other countries are saying about tuberculosis in China. If you knew, you wouldn't be in the mood to distribute radios to your employees."
Lin Sanqi was a little puzzled: "What do you mean?"
Professor Anthony added:
"Lin, I've heard that mainstream media abroad are expressing skepticism about China's announcement of conquering tuberculosis. They think that if the world's most advanced developed countries can't do it, then China can't possibly do it."
Lin Sanqi smiled lightly:
"Aren't there two professors here, and the team you brought with you? After six months of clinical treatment, you should have collected the data, right? Is the cure rate over 95%?"
Professor Anthony's expression remained calm:
"Lin, although we originally came here under the banner of the World Health Organization, we only represent Harvard Medical School or Massachusetts General Hospital. The opinions of a medical team and two professors cannot influence the mainstream opinion at all."
Lin Sanqi's eyes spun around, thinking that the Americans were the worst. Everything they said was meant to be true.
"Then, Professors, what do you think is the best approach?"
Professor Theodore said carelessly:
"Lin, we are friends. We are definitely willing to help you and your team prove to the world that you have conquered tuberculosis. So the best way is for you to go to the United States with us and prove it to the world.
There's an old Chinese saying: "Hearing is believing, seeing is believing." You could also adopt our model and become a visiting scholar at Massachusetts General Hospital, affiliated with Harvard University. We'd be happy to offer you a department.
Just like we do in China, you can also go to the United States to treat patients individually, under the supervision of medical experts from various countries, and then prove to everyone that you, China, can cure tuberculosis. What do you think?
(End of this chapter)
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