Chapter 30: Da Men He is so patriotic.
"Don't you want to live next door to me?"
"It's a different time now. Who told you to register my household registration here?"
"Is it really because of this?"
Bian Ling collapsed on the sofa. The security guards would take care of the moving. He just needed to see everyone check in. "Your place is closest to the Beijing Medical University Affiliated Hospital."
Wen Xun was half-believing and half-doubting: "After you came, the security of the entire community went up two steps directly."
"You don't welcome me?" Professor Bian looked up. "I think the bionic prosthetics project is just so-so..."
"Hey, hey, hey, that's not what I meant!" President Wen hurriedly tried to coax him, but unfortunately it had little effect. It was not until the chef at home started serving the food that Professor Bian let poor President Wen go.
"I heard from the old man that you don't want to recuperate?"
Bian Ling frowned. "Boss Wen, you're thirty-five, not seventy-five. Why are you talking like a dad? Are you trying to recuperate? That's an insult to my dignity."
He had suffered enough in his previous life. He even only drank sweet nutritional supplements. Now he was asked to drink horse urine? Impossible.
“…It’s not that bad, is it?”
Professor Bian didn't even bother to give him a glance.
[Host, taking a step back, we can actually...]
'Can't. '
Bian Ling's attitude towards life has always been negative, and everyone can see it. The more you get along with him, the more you can intuitively feel the desolation in him. It is indeed a kind of indifferent human-machine feeling of "it's okay to live or die". It is precisely because of this that Wen Xun and even the newcomers Huang Yi and Zhao Er are very accommodating to him.
After all, he is so capable, so what's wrong with giving him a little leeway?
[But host, you also feel dizzy sometimes, right?]
This was actually an old illness left over from the original owner. Life in the mountains was very hard, and it was even more difficult for Xiao Bianling back then. The minor problems of hypoglycemia and anemia did not develop all of a sudden, but were caused by years of hunger.
It was not until the original owner went to college that the problem of food and clothing was truly solved. However, when graduation was approaching, due to well-known reasons, he was under too much psychological pressure, and all these minor problems came out again, and even became more serious.
'bother. '
"Don't worry, you're going to give a speech abroad soon. If you go looking so pale and skinny, it would be embarrassing for Professor Bian, right?"
"This is outrageous! How dare you call me pale and skinny?"
[I'm just...just telling the truth! I'm not insulting you! Don't accuse the kind-hearted system!]
...He only has the courage of a cat, and I don't know where he got the courage to command him. But it is really uncomfortable to feel dizzy all the time. Professor Bian thought about it and went out to the laboratory for a rare visit.
It is said that Premier Wen is indeed rich. Even though he refused, a laboratory was still set up for him. It is probably because the country gave him a green channel that it was completed so quickly.
After spending some time making some "nutritional potions", Bian Ling's complexion became slightly rosy in a few days. When Kuang Chunlai saw him again, he couldn't help but praise him: "It's still Mr. Wen who raises pigs. You look much better now."
Premier Wen on the side: ...Actually, I was curious too.
"Aren't you asking me to give you medication instructions? If not, I'll leave."
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Bian Ling put on the white coat handed to him by Lao Kuang and quickly got into work mode. After the clinical trial began, the hospital conducted a detailed physical examination on every patient. There were a lot of cases, but he also read them quickly. In the end, he even saw Shen Mingguang's name.
Compared with the previous case his condition was indeed considered “mild”, after all he could still move on his own.
"Old Kuang, you were so bold and decisive towards President Wen, but why are these people so conservative?"
Kuang Chunlai also had his own ideas about medication: "However, their condition is much more serious than President Wen's. I'm afraid the dosage is too high and their bodies won't be able to withstand it."
"If it's too light, it's better not to use it. If you don't scratch the itch, it's better to let it itch."
...Then you are quite patient.
"Don't be afraid. If the patient dies, it's my responsibility." He had never experienced medical disputes before.
Kuang Chunlai didn't submit to anyone, and he admired the young man's demeanor as a general. If the students under him had such courage, they wouldn't have to come to him for decisions on even the smallest matters. "Okay, let's do as you say."
Although Bian Lingren came, he was not planning to follow the ward rounds, which disappointed Shen Mingguang who was waiting in the ward. In addition, he had not slept well for several days since he moved in because of the crowded beds.
After living a life of luxury for many years, the hospitalization in recent days has even made him miserable because the clinical trial agreement he signed does not allow family members to accompany him. He originally thought that he could see Bian Ling to apply for a single room, but now it is probably impossible.
It turned out that he really didn't even have the qualifications to meet Bian Ling!
After clearly realizing this fact, he suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable. This shouldn't have been like this.
Professor Bian had no idea that the old man would be so nagging while treating a disease. After reading all the medication lists, he got into President Wen's car and left.
"Why are you so free?"
Wen Xun couldn't help but have a question mark popping up in his head.
"Don't you need to chase your wife?" Bian Ling simply pointed it out.
"Why have you become as gossipy as Old Xie?" Wen Xun said unhappily, "She flew abroad to quit her job there and will return home after she finishes the matter."
Oh, it turns out that someone left again.
"You didn't even go abroad with her? Aren't you a domineering president?"
Wen Xun wanted to, too, but said, "I'm going abroad now? Are you kidding me? If I go out, I might be dragged away for an autopsy on the spot the next second."
"...Aren't we a peaceful society?" This was even more apocalyptic than the end of the world, and Professor Bian immediately became interested.
Wen Xun, relying on the fact that Bian Ling had never been abroad, threatened: "It's so chaotic abroad, with mercenaries everywhere. Otherwise, why would the country assign you guards?"
Bian Ling was taken aback by the reality: "Mr. Wen, you really value your life."
"This isn't about cherishing your life, it's about protecting your scientific research results. Jiayu won't agree to let me accompany her on this risky trip abroad."
...Okay, you two are meant to be a couple.
But if that’s the case, why are you so actively persuading him to give speeches abroad?
"You're different, you're a Bian God!" Wen Xun couldn't help but hold his forehead. "I'm consumable, you're a non-renewable resource. You invented an anti-cancer drug at the age of 24, and are about to lead a bionic prosthetic project. Who would be so desperate as to want to kill you? People all over the world wish you a long life."
Live a hundred years? It sounds like some kind of vicious curse.
**
At the end of September, the autumn breeze finally began to bring coolness, and the Lasker Award ceremony finally began.
Whether in his previous life or this life, this was the first time for Bian Ling to go abroad. Three days before the award ceremony, he arrived in the beautiful country on a special plane and soon checked into the hotel hosted by the organizer.
It is obvious that the world's top biologists and medical scientists are now gathered here.
The Lasker Award is the most prestigious biomedical award in the United States. It awards basic medical research awards and clinical medical research awards every year. Of course, the award also comes with a good prize, but the big names who win the award are not here for this little prize money.
The list of this year's winners was announced at the beginning of the month. Anyway, Bian Ling didn't know any of them, and he had no interest in making friends with his peers, but... everyone wanted to make friends with him.
It can be said that this was the first time that Bian Ling made an official public appearance. There were even many people who were not originally planning to attend the award ceremony, but when they heard that he was coming to give a speech, they flew over to see him.
Everyone seemed to be very curious to see what this young oriental genius looked like!
Even outside the venue, there were many people seeking medical treatment. The situation abroad is different from that in China. As long as you can afford the price, you can buy any private information. Some people even sneaked into the hotel and tried to persuade Bian Ling to change his nationality.
Professor Bian has the following six points to make:
"Don't worry, we will protect your safety to the death! We will never let any criminals get close to you!"
"That's right, you can sleep peacefully, Huang Yi and I will watch over you 24 hours a day!"
Professor Bian had no idea what these two people were talking about. He just ate and slept and didn't want to participate in any social activities with his peers. It was not until the day of his speech that he went to the venue with a disgusted look on his face.
Then he was surrounded by people.
This was the worst zombie massacre ever, and the body odor and perfume of Westerners were really too strong. For the first time, Bian Ling realized how much he loved his motherland.
"Ling, you're a genius! Great! Here's my contact information. Can I have a little chat after your presentation?"
"Ling, I have some small confusions that I would like to discuss with you. I wonder if you are free tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?"
"The salary at our institute is very good. I heard that you haven't chosen an offer yet. I wonder if we would be honored to invite you to join us?"
…
If Bian Ling had a gun in his hand at this moment, he would raise it without hesitation and shoot everyone. It was too noisy, and these people were attacking him in broken Chinese! He suddenly missed the old man and old woman in the lecture hall of Beijing University.
The old men and women are very nice, they just can't help clapping.
Bian Ling's expression was as grumpy as it could be, but he was good-looking. He had been carefully groomed today, and his slightly long hair was even tied behind his head with a blue hairband. Even though everyone was wearing formal attire, his free and unruly temperament was comparable to that of an academic succubus.
Before coming here, Huang Yi and Zhao Er had memorized several giants in the current biological community and various Nobel Prize winners. Well, most of them have now exchanged contact information with Bian Ling, and some of them were one-sided in their enthusiasm.
Many people even thought that the rumored Ling was supposed to be so rebellious, and that a true genius didn't need to be humble or polite at all. Before the speech even started, everyone's impression of Ling had improved.
Even if there are a few people who want to step on the bandwagon by relying on their age and seniority, or some pharmaceutical giants who come to inquire about information, before they even reach the border, someone will considerately handle it for them.
How does the saying go? When you stand high enough, you will find that you are surrounded by flowers and applause. This rule also applies in the academic world where peers look down on each other.
Disease is equal to everyone, and no one will underestimate a genius who invented anti-cancer drugs at the age of 24!
Standing on the podium, Bian Ling finally regained his breathing instinct.
There was no script for the speech. After the host excitedly and passionately recounted Bian Ling's great yet short personal achievements, his personal show began.
At first, there were still some people whispering, but soon the entire lecture hall became silent, with only the rustling sound of pens sliding quickly across paper. Of course, many people also took out recording devices.
It was amazing! This genius from the East had knowledge of basic medicine far beyond their imagination. The winner of the Basic Medicine Award even wanted to give this year's trophy to Ling who was speaking so eloquently on the stage!
He deserves it!
Even though some knowledge points were only briefly discussed, they were very subtle. The unknown areas that could only be touched upon by a flash of genius suddenly revealed a crack in the door.
You came to the right place, you really came to the right place today!
After this speech, no one dared to doubt the talent of the young genius on stage. With such composure and ease, could this person have grown up on a diet of biology?!
Those successful biologists and medical scientists were all fascinated by the speech, not to mention the students who came along to listen to the lecture. They were like the poor people outside the high-end banquet hall, spying on the well-dressed figures inside. They were only a few steps away, but they had no invitation to go in.
Most of them are even older than Bian Ling!
"This is incredible! How come he didn't have any reputation before? China is indeed treacherous. A genius like this should belong to the whole world!"
"Let me guess, are you from...Han Country? Don't be so jealous, he's still Chinese."
"I think we should learn from his experimental thinking. Perhaps after I return, I need to start a new research project. I have already vaguely seen some truths beckoning me."
…
They say Chinese people are reserved, but when foreigners praise others, they really don't use subtle words at all! They are so straightforward that even Bian Ling feels that he is no longer a human, but a god.
Fortunately, this kind of small personal speech is not open to the public. After this year's Lasker Award came to a successful conclusion, the only thing sent back to China was a distant photo with blurred lights.
But even so, Bian Ling, standing on the stage, was still very eye-catching. According to netizens, his aura of a big boss could not be concealed at all.
[It's blurry, but he's tall and has long legs, and wears thin-soled leather shoes. Who in my family understands?]
[Although it's inappropriate, the character design of such a young scientific research expert is amazing! Nuwa must have spent three days and three nights meticulously sculpting him!]
[Where are my internet connections? Is anyone here? Hit me up! I'd love to hear what the big guys talked about!]
A lot of floors were built, and finally some Internet connections appeared.
I was lucky enough to go with our director to join in the fun, squatting at the very back. But his aura was unstoppable, and when he stood on the stage, he had that air of, "Who else in the world could do this but me?" It was incredible! He had those foreigners speech-wise and stunned! It was absolutely amazing! When our director came back, he pulled us into the lab like he had been given a shot of chicken blood. I finally caught my breath today! Oh, and after the speech that night, I couldn't help but draw a hand-drawn picture to share with you all!
[Amazing food! Amazing food! My wife is a genius chef too!]
[I'm so envious! My wife is a genius to be there, but compared to her, how awesome must Bian be? Will he be attending the Nobel Prize ceremony at the end of the year?]
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The author has something to say: Professor Bian gestures: When you overbearing CEOs chase your wives, don’t you always “pause the meeting, pause the business war, pause everything” and then take a private jet to intercept the heroine? [Glasses]
Premier Wen immediately put on a mask of pain: Read less dry literature! [Clown][Clown][Clown]
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