Chapter 127 The Nanny's Niece's Counterattack 127...
At least she couldn't bear to see dead people appear, or perhaps it was the sight of someone wanting to save someone but being powerless to do so; that feeling was too terrible.
It was also because of this incident involving the people of Country D that she accelerated the pace of developing drugs for malignant tumors. He was not the only one in the world to have malignant tumors; there were countless people like him.
She wasn't necessarily a kind person, but she wasn't overly cold-blooded either; she would try to save anyone she could. And ultimately, targeted cancer drugs are essentially about creating a virus that kills itself.
Lin Wei initially called it an anti-cancer virus.
In the simulation room, she continuously cultivated and conducted various experiments. If one experiment failed, she would try again. Sometimes, she would directly perform multiple cultures at once until she found a virus that could resist tumor cells.
However, resistance was not enough; she wanted to eliminate them, so she began to cultivate them at this stage.
It sounds simple on the surface, but in reality, it requires hundreds or even thousands of experiments. Cultivation, in particular, is not something that can be done casually; it requires reasoning and biological simulations. Sometimes, one wrong step leads to a series of mistakes.
If anti-tumor drugs were really that easy to cultivate, they wouldn't still be a problem to this day.
However, Benson, who returned home with a positive response, placed all his hopes on her and cooperated fully with the medication treatment. He transformed from being dejected and lifeless when he first learned of his illness into someone full of vitality.
His doctor, noticing the change in him, was puzzled. "Why are you so energetic?" What happened after he left the hospital? Why such a drastic change?
Is he not afraid of dying?
Pete Benson: "Doctor, you have to keep me alive for two months no matter what. Give me all the medicine you can." He didn't care about the money anymore; he was about to die, so why should he care about money?
Even after he lost his hair and became thin due to radiotherapy, chemotherapy, and targeted drug injections, the light in his eyes never went out.
The other patient, who also had a malignant tumor, was genuinely bewildered by this scene. "Aren't you afraid of dying?" he asked. Why was he so relaxed, seemingly fearless, when they were both near death?
Pete Benson: "Because I found a doctor in the country who said that if I could hold on for two months, I could come back to her and she could let me try her latest anti-tumor drug."
For some reason, despite her young age, her aura made him unconsciously trust her. Although she said it was just an experiment, it was the best option he could get—better than waiting to die in a hospital, right?
Two months is just the right amount of time he can barely hold on. It would be best if he could survive the drug trials, but if he can't, that's just fate.
The attending physician, overhearing their conversation, revealed a hint of disdain in his eyes. What good doctors could there be in this country? He's probably been fooled. Two months? He can endure two months, I'll see.
But compared to other patients, this patient was relatively obedient to the doctor's orders. Although the doctor felt it was a scam, he didn't expose it. It was better than waiting to die with a death wish, right?
The person in the next bed, overhearing this, also thought it was a scam and tried to dissuade him, saying, "That Chinese guy is lying to you." But Benson refused to believe it, saying, "If you don't believe me, fine, but I do."
But it must be said that some people were persuaded by him to go to the United States to become drug test subjects.
Anyway, it can't get any worse than this, right? In the end, those who don't believe haven't reached the point of despair. Who wouldn't be afraid to watch their body gradually become thinner and thinner, like a skeleton?
But we need to get through these two months first.
During these two months, Lin Wei didn't know if the German man would live to see that day or if he would come over, but since she had said it, she was determined to achieve it. So, except when she was having surgery in the hospital, she spent almost all her time researching drugs.
Nine hours a day is roughly equivalent to 225 days, and two months is equivalent to several decades. The only thing she could rely on was the knowledge within this system space. So when she felt that her knowledge was insufficient, she began to read books frantically. Since nine hours a day was not enough, she started to squeeze out time from small things.
She made the most of her days off, especially her rest days.
In the biology lab at University A, you can often see a strange figure appearing. They're about to create a virus, so they can't just operate in the system space, can they? After all, drug development and cultivation also take time.
She wrote Professor Dou's name on the petri dish she placed. If it had been her name, someone might have touched it, but if it had been Professor Dou's name, no one would have touched it.
After all, she had a bad reputation at University A, which meant that she looked fierce.
Of course, she did tell Professor Dou and Elder Wei about her promise to the D country people. She didn't know the research process either, and they were obviously more familiar with it than she was.
Professor Dou: "Although you mean well, you still need to sign the waiver that is required, to avoid disputes later." If the fact that she is an all-around doctor is exposed, and another foreigner dies during drug trials, it is hard to guarantee that someone will not use this to attack her.
Although teachers are there to protect them, it's still quite disgusting. If someone has a weak heart, they might actually be cyberbullied.
Lin Wei: "Don't worry, senior sister, I know what I'm doing." She didn't like to rely on luck, so if possible, she wanted to perfect the medicine as much as possible and strive for success on the first try.
Professor Dou: "It's good that you know what's going on." She had heard from her teacher that she had done a lot in clinical practice recently. If she could really develop a drug to treat cancer, the medical field would undergo earth-shattering changes, and her name would be known both at home and abroad.
This is an achievement that Professor Dou could not attain, but she hoped she could.
Ultimately, there are still too few women in the medical field who have a voice.
Looking at the biological world, in clinical medical schools, although there are women at high positions, they are still pitifully few compared to men.
It's true that what men can get easily, women have to be several times more outstanding to get. This is a very realistic situation.
Of course, this didn't apply to the person in front of him. Professor Dou couldn't help but feel a pang of envy as he looked at Lin Wei.
But more than anything, I felt a sense of relief that she didn't have to face gender discrimination. However, I also understood that this was due to her exceptional talent; when you reach a certain level of excellence, gender becomes irrelevant.
It's just the least noticeable part.
And so, Lin Wei shuttled back and forth between University A and the Second Hospital of Hanshao City.
Li Anrong is a senior student in the School of Biological Sciences who will graduate this year. She is frowning because of her graduation thesis. However, she still has to go to the laboratory to do experiments. When she encounters a problem that has been stuck for several days, she looks dazed and full of the breakdown of a medical student.
Seeing that the girl next to her had been appearing frequently lately and seemed quite adept at it, she took a sliver of hope and went over to ask her.
Lin Wei didn't hear her clearly at first, but after listening again, she understood what she asked. She glanced at her and said, "Let me finish the experiments I'm working on." Then she continued to focus on her anti-cancer virus.
Malignant tumors are actually divided into cancers and sarcomas, but she still chose this name.
What she didn't expect was that this series of actions would take an hour. After an hour had passed, she had forgotten that someone had asked her a question. She only realized it when she turned around and saw the person standing next to her.
Li Anrong had no idea what she was thinking as she waited for an hour. On one hand, she cursed herself for being stupid—what if this person didn't know either? On the other hand, she thought, what if she did? Then this hour of waiting wouldn't have been in vain. So when Lin Wei looked over, she was restless and anxious.
Lin Wei: "..." Suddenly, she felt a little guilty.
But that guilt quickly vanished. How could someone else's research be more important than her own? She looked at the girl not far away and said, "Where's the paper? Let me see it." She needed to see how far her research had progressed and what had gotten her stuck.
Li Anrong immediately replied, "Yes, yes, yes." She took out the thesis from her backpack and handed it to her. It was printed out a couple of days ago when she went to discuss the thesis with her professor, and she never expected it to come in handy now.
Lin Wei glanced at it, then walked over to her petri dish and looked at it again, before stating her conclusion directly, "Don't waste your time. If you keep trying like this, you won't be able to grow what you want even if you spend your whole life."
"Let's culture another one, and add another condition: sub-zero temperature." After saying that, Lin Wei handed the paper back to her and left. As for why she added this condition, wasn't it obvious that it was suitable for their survival?
Li Anrong looked at the paper in her hand, then glanced at the petri dish on her desk, her eyes filled with hesitation. Was she just going to waste the material she had cultivated for so long? Because she couldn't bear to discard it, she didn't discard it, but instead cultivated another batch as Lin Wei had instructed, and this batch was indeed carried out at sub-zero temperatures.
"Never mind, there's no other way anyway."
Back in the dorm, her roommates were incredulous when they heard what she said. "You actually trusted a stranger? What if your experiment still doesn't work?"
Li Anrong: "So be it." There was something else she didn't say: the person who did the experiment used Professor Dou's name. Since it was all attributed to Professor Dou, it shouldn't be considered lying to her, right?
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