Weak practical ability is a common problem in the scientific research community in China. Not only students, but even professors of the same level, domestic scholars have a weaker hands-on ability than foreign universities. This is caused by the objective scientific research environment.
When Li Zheng took classes in Huaqing in his previous life, he often discussed the projects he was working on with the students. Huaqing's students may not be the best, but their learning ability must be among the best in Huaxia. Many times they asked questions. It will give Li Zheng a lot of inspiration.
"The experiment has indeed encountered obstacles at this stage. In theory, liquid nitrogen is filled when the heart is beating slowly, so that the heart is frozen while keeping the beating state. The physiological memory function of the heart will enable it to resume beating at the moment of thawing, but in real experiments, Liquid nitrogen freezing is not enough to completely stop the heart from consuming."
"I guess there is a lack of a low-temperature anti-corrosion formula, and the development of this low-temperature anti-corrosion formula will be the next main work of the laboratory."
"Mr. Li Zheng..."
"Professor Li..."
As soon as Li Zheng finished speaking, the peers in the first three rows in the classroom could not wait to speak first. Some of them would ask questions, some would give opinions, and when they encountered really useful opinions, Li Zheng would quickly record them. The atmosphere became very harmonious for a while.
But this is only for the scholars sitting in the front row, and the students in the back have a harder time listening.
Some things have not yet been written down by their pens, and the professors have already talked about it on the other side.
After a class, this group of Huaqing students, who usually feel good about themselves, walked towards the classroom door with their heads down, like eggplants beaten by frost.
"Professor Li, on behalf of Yanda, I invite you to visit our school." After the class, a Yanda professor said with a smile.
His invitation attracted the echoes of other Yanda professors.
"Yes, this class is too short, we have a lot of academic issues that need to sit down and discuss!"
"Yeah yeah."
A smile appeared on Li Zheng's face, and before he could speak, Wu Zhaomeng, who was next to him, squeezed over.
"Professor Li has encountered a bottleneck in his experiment now. It is when he is so busy that he may not have time to go to Yanda University. However, Huaqing also welcomes you to come and discuss academic issues. If you need an office, there is still an empty office. In a word What happened!" Wu Zhaomeng said loudly.
He paused, glanced at the unhappy faces of Yan University's professors, and added, "On behalf of Huaqing, I welcome brother schools to discuss academic issues, hahaha."
Yan University professors...
Li Zheng…
The people in the classroom disappeared one after another. Li Zheng’s temples jumped. He has stayed up for two nights in a row. If the new application of CH5 solution is the wisdom of the predecessors, then the infinite storage of organs requires them from Started from zero.
In the 21st century, although human organ storage technology has developed, it is still limited to the laboratory. In other words, even in Li Zheng's previous life, the storage of organs indefinitely is still a laboratory technology, and it is not universal at all.
The BB machine in his pocket made a sound, and he walked towards the door of the classroom while replying to the message.
"Professor Li." A voice came from his ear.
Li Zheng looked up and saw a middle-aged woman in a beaded white lady's suit standing in front of him. This woman was well-dressed and wore a delicate brooch on her chest. A pair of thick black-rimmed glasses.
"Who are you?" Li Zheng seemed to have seen her in the class just now. At that time, the woman was sitting with a middle-aged man about his age.
"I'm Meng Haijun, an associate professor in the Department of Medicine of Yan University." The professor Meng with a male name took two steps forward, "Professor Li, I'm here to ask you for one thing."
Li Zheng raised his eyebrows and motioned for him to continue.
"I know that your laboratory in Xiangjiang is researching organ regeneration technology and has achieved certain results. I know that this technology is still in the perfect stage and has not entered the clinic, but I hope you can help me, help me My daughter." Meng Haijun stepped forward and grabbed Li Zheng's arm.
"My daughter, she's only twenty-two years old, and she's at her best, but... but..." She was almost speechless, choked up.
"Navy!" At this time, a middle-aged man hurried over. He was the man who had just sat next to Meng Haijun in class. Along with the man were Professor Yan Dazhu and Chen Anbang who had just talked to Li Zheng. .
"Professor Li."
"Li Zheng."
The two said at the same time, Professor Zhu and Chen Angang both looked embarrassed, thinking that they were pulled over to intercede.
"Hello, Professor Li, I'm Wang Jiayin, the president of Huaguo Bank." The man introduced himself: "I know our request is very abrupt, but please help us this time. As long as you are willing to make a move, I'm bound to get something in return, like a loan from your lab..."
"Wait." Li Zheng interrupted the man's words, he glanced at Meng Haijun and Wang Jiayin with a half-smile, "The two seem to have misunderstood something, my laboratory has never lacked scientific research funds. Neither will it."
Wang Jiayin's face flushed all of a sudden, Meng Haijun didn't even look at her husband, and continued to plead, "Professor Li, please, she is still young."
She gritted her teeth, ignoring the presence of other people, and said, "She has committed suicide twice, and there are two deep scars on her wrist. Every time I see it, I wish it was me who had an accident, please I beg you, I beg you."
Meng Haijun completely disregarded her husband's expression of embarrassment or anger, and completely exposed the family scandal.
Li Zheng was stunned for a moment. He has always been a soft-hearted person, and he looked at Meng Haijun, who could be his elder, and pleaded in a low voice, and his expression softened a lot.
"Lele committed suicide! How did you..." Professor Zhu's expression changed greatly, and he exclaimed.
"Professor Li..." he couldn't help but plead, "I know this will make you embarrassed, but if you can help, help."
Li Zheng glanced around, and his eyes met a few curious students at the end of the corridor. Several students hurriedly dragged their companions out.
"Professor Zhu and Professor Chen have two more. Let's go to my laboratory and talk." Li Zheng said.
Meng Haijun nodded quickly, and Wang Jiayin also showed a hint of joy on his face, "Alright, Professor Li, the car is ready, let's go over."
Although he was well prepared, Li Zheng glanced at Wang Jiayin, and he didn't sit in vain. Although the ninth laboratory was not far from Huaqing, it would take 20 minutes to ride a bicycle.
"professor."
"Professor, you are back."
When Li Zheng stepped into the laboratory, Sun Bin and others greeted him one after another. Seeing the people behind Li Zheng, they were not surprised. Their professors had always been friends.
Li Zheng chose a reception room and invited everyone in.
"Sit casually, do you want tea?" Although they knew that they might not have the heart to drink tea, it was still necessary to ask politely.
Sure enough, the four shook their heads in unison.
Li Zheng nodded and sat down, "Professor Meng, tell me in detail. But I can't guarantee that I can help."
"You can do it, you must do it!" Meng Haijun took out a glass vessel with a diameter of about six centimeters from his carry-on bag. The glass vessel was filled with transparent and viscous liquid, and there was an ear in the center of the liquid!
That's right, an ear! The ear appears to be very well preserved, and even the bloodshot from its wound has not yet fully coagulated.
"Formalin?" When everyone was taken aback by what Meng Haijun brought out, Li Zheng's focus was obviously a little off.
Realizing that his behavior was impolite, he coughed twice, "Professor Meng, is this?"
"This is my daughter Lele's ear. In order to threaten my husband, someone cut off my daughter's ear and sent it to her home. Later, although Lele was rescued, she was missing an ear forever." Meng Haijun tried his best to make himself The voice is not so trembling.
"Lele is very good. She has been the top student in her class since she was a child. She is very cheerful and lively, but since that incident, she... She refuses to speak, refuses to step out of the room, and hurts herself from time to time. , There are knife marks of self-mutilation on my thighs, I, as a mother, feel really sad in my heart."
Wang Jiayin's expression also became sad, "It's all my fault... It's all my fault." The businessman's appearance just now was completely lost.
Professor Zhu sighed, "Xiao Wang, I can't blame you for this. You know that their information is falsified and you want to defraud state-owned assets. You are giving up your small family for everyone."
Li Zheng was silent for a while after hearing the words. It was obvious that Meng Haijun and Wang Jiayin hoped to use the organ regeneration technology in Li Zheng's laboratory to reshape their daughter's ear, and then transplant it back to her ear through surgery.
This is not without operability.
However, organ regeneration technology is still in the initial stage of development and has no clinical qualifications at all. If something goes wrong, not only will Li Zheng be held legally responsible, but the world will also have doubts about organ regeneration technology.
This nascent technology is the most fragile, and a little external pressure can make it die in the laboratory.
Is he really going to take such a big risk
Li Zheng pursed his mouth and turned the watch on his right wrist differently with his left hand. Chen Anbang knew that this was Li Zheng's habit of thinking yes.
Although Chen Anbang was dragged over by Professor Wang, he never said a word. He knew Li Zheng's concerns. Although the child was pitiful, the technology of in vitro regeneration of organs is the direction and benchmark of the future medical industry. The future, which is more important, Chen Anbang himself can not say.
"I beg you. I am willing to sign a clinical agreement, a non-disclosure agreement, and the matter of Lele's acceptance of organ regeneration, no one will know about it except everyone present. We also promise that no matter what happens, we will never We will hold Li Zheng's laboratory and yourself accountable."