The next day, the news that Zhou Sitian and the Hong Kong Governor's wife attended the opening ceremony of the Li Zheng Laboratory of Hong Kong University together grabbed the headlines in major entertainment sectors.
A while ago, the voice of Zhou Sitian's sugar daddy suddenly disappeared, as if this had never happened.
Li Wenhui clarified Zhou Sitian's grab for resources in public, and praised Zhou Sitian's unlimited potential and a very dedicated junior.
The trend of the entertainment industry changed rapidly, and Zhou Sitian suddenly became a hot new star.
On the other side, Li Zheng quit the hotel room and officially moved into the laboratory.
On the day he moved into the laboratory, he sent a review of the drug rationale for "paminesatine" to the england journal of medicine.
The English Journal of Medicine is one of the classic journals in the field of clinical medicine and basic medicine. In fact, a review of the principles of an original drug can be submitted to Nature, but Li Zheng finally chose the English Journal of Medicine, not only because of its authority in clinical medicine, but also because the English Journal of Medicine is A partner journal of MHRA.
If this paper is successfully published in the "England Journal of Medicine", the drug marketing approval of "paminesatin" will be half.
"Li Zheng, your letter." Zheng Lingling trotted over, holding a thick envelope in her hand.
When Li Zheng saw this familiar envelope, a smile flashed in his eyes.
"Microorganisms!!" Zhang Yuejun stared at the thick yellow envelope without blinking. He stayed in Xu Mingsheng's laboratory for three years, and naturally he received a lot of letters for him. The reply letter from "Microbiology" was so thick! A sample for sure!
Yes, Li Zheng's article on drug catalysts was published in January. After calculating this time, the sample publication should also be sent.
Li Zheng took the envelope from Zheng Lingling's hand, and looked at the excited expressions of the two with their eyes fixed, and couldn't help being a little stunned. He remembered that the first SCI paper he published in his last life was also in Microbiology. At that time, I also seemed to be like this. I was both looking forward to and apprehensive. When I received a sample, I had to read my article word by word to be relieved.
"As long as you do it with your heart, an SCI paper is nothing." Li Zheng couldn't help but open his mouth when he saw the two of them almost glued their eyes to the journal.
If other people said this, Zheng Lingling and Zhang Yuejun would definitely give him a blank look, but Li Zheng said this, the effect is completely different. Zheng Lingling and Zhang Yuejun looked at each other, and both saw the expectations in each other's eyes, a SCI paper of their own...
The enthusiasm of the two of them suddenly rose to the extreme.
Li Zheng shook his head with a smile, he rubbed his temples, his eyebrows wrinkled into a Sichuan character. The laboratory is available, the equipment is available, and even the project is ready, but there are fewer crucial people!
Talent is hard to find.
There are five laboratories in Qingyuan, and Li Zheng intends to use the No. 1 laboratory and No. 2 laboratory by himself. In his previous life, Li Zheng mainly focused on vaccines and cells in molecular biology. Because live vaccines are often toxic, he needed an independent environment for experiments. And Li Zheng didn't plan to finish one subject and then do another subject. Having experienced a sudden death, he knows that life is precious and time is precious. God has given him a new life this time. take out everything.
And he felt that if he was just repeating the trajectory of his previous life in this life, he would be living too sadly. There is still a lot he wants to do in his life.
Therefore, Lab 1, he plans to do vaccine research exclusively, while Lab 2 is his resident laboratory, and he even changed the second floor of Lab 2 into his room.
There are still three laboratories, No. 3, No. 4, No. 5, and Li Zheng does not intend to leave them empty, but the other two existing laboratories in the laboratory, whether it is Zhang Yuejun or Zheng Lingling, cannot complete a project independently.
Who to look for.
When Li Zheng was worried, the phone of the laboratory rang.
"Li Zheng, Lao Xu was hospitalized after a car accident." Professor Zhao called him.
Xu Mingsheng was hit by a car on the way to school this morning. The front bumper of the car fell off, and an iron rod with a diameter of 2 cm was inserted into Xu Mingsheng's thigh muscle, causing penetrating muscle injuries. At the same time, CT showed his lungs. Bleeding, the man has been taken to the hospital by ambulance.
Li Zheng's expression changed drastically when he heard this, he stood up abruptly, "Professor Zhao, which hospital? I'll go there right away!"
Xu Mingsheng was the first person besides David who helped Li Zheng after he arrived in Xiangjiang. If it is said that David's help to Li Zheng is based on interests, then Xu Mingsheng is completely out of love for Li Zheng.
After hearing that Xu Mingsheng was at Queen Mary Hospital, Li Zheng didn't bother to say more and drove directly to the hospital.
Yes, Li Zheng bought a car. This van was originally intended to be used as a laboratory bus, but he didn't expect that he was the one who drove it first.
Li Zheng doesn't have a driver's license, at least he doesn't have a Hong Kong driver's license in the 1980s, but now, he doesn't care so much.
The car galloped all the way, but obviously, his luck was not so good. A car without a license plate is already eye-catching, not to mention its extremely fast speed.
Soon, at a traffic light intersection, he was stopped by the traffic police.
The traffic policeman was dark-skinned and had thick lips. He looked like he was a mixed race of Asian and African descent. Li Zheng helplessly lowered the car window, "Sorry, I'm in a hurry."
He has already made plans to be detained...
Well, he knew it was wrong to drive without a license. Li Zheng smiled wryly, "If you want to be punished, can you wait for me to come back from the hospital first, I promise I will never run away." He didn't know the severity of Xiangjiang's punishment for unlicensed driving, but referring to the West, he would probably be punished. To punish for voluntary labor...
"Li Zheng?" The traffic policeman stared at Li Zheng's face, and suddenly called out Li Zheng's name.
Li Zheng was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "Do you know me?"
Hearing Li Zheng's answer, the traffic policeman's face showed an excited expression, "My son suffers from freezing blood, and he is now relying on medicine to maintain his life. He is only a little old, and we are already desperate. You have brought us hope! I have read every word of your report, and I hope your drug will be available soon!"
The Cantonese of the traffic police is not standard, but this does not prevent Li Zheng from hearing his excitement.
Li Zheng frowned slightly, "How old is your child? When did he get sick?"
"Yesterday was his two-year-old birthday." The traffic policeman sighed, his mood was obviously down, "He fell ill eight months after he was born, and the poor child could only lie in bed every day and rely on drugs to maintain his life. He can't even run in the sun."
Li Zheng couldn't help but remember the desperate eyes of the children with cold blood in the hospital bed in the document. He hesitated, took out a pen and paper from the car and wrote down a phone number, "If the child can't hold it any longer, call him. The phone."
Li Zheng gave him the phone number of the Indian pharmaceutical company. Li Zheng's drug patent rights have been sold to Roche. Out of respect for intellectual property rights and life, he will not provide semi-finished drugs in the laboratory to this father. And a pharmaceutical company like Roche, with a well-regulated and strict system, is unlikely to release a drug that has not been approved for marketing.
But the Indian pharmaceutical factory is different. The generic version of Indian basalt has 85% of the effect of the original version, and the management of the Indian pharmaceutical factory is chaotic. If you sincerely want to get some medicine, you may Sex is still great.
Because of the clinical data, Li Zheng has always been in contact with the Indian side. The Indian pharmaceutical factory was already guilty, so it was very polite to Li Zheng, the inventor of the original drug, and a delicate balance was formed between the two.
The traffic policeman was overjoyed when he heard the words, and he kept saying "Thank you, thank you" in non-standard Cantonese.
Li Zheng coughed dryly and rubbed his right hand on the steering wheel.
The traffic police was stunned for a moment, and then immediately responded, "Mr. Li Zheng, you should go first." Then he moved out of the way.
Li Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. To be honest, he was really timid. He had never been in prison in his two lifetimes.
From the rear-view mirror, Li Zheng saw that the mixed-race traffic policeman was driving towards his car with a peculiar African tribal etiquette.
The kind of piety and gratitude that radiated from the bottom of his heart made Li Zheng feel warm.
He has to do better to deserve their respect.
The road behind was relatively smooth. Li Zheng parked his car in the hospital parking lot and trotted all the way to the door of Xu Ming's ward.
Xu Mingsheng's emergency surgery was just finished, and several professors from the medical school were there, with happy expressions on their faces, and Li Zheng felt relieved.
"How is he, teacher?"
Professor Zhao patted Li Zheng on the shoulder, "I didn't intend to let you come here, but Lao Xu's son is abroad, I think if he is okay, he will be very happy to see you when he wakes up. "
In the 1980s, the concept of teachers and students was very heavy, and students were worth half of their sons. Although the student Li Zheng was a half-way monk, he called Xu Mingsheng a teacher rather than a professor, which was enough to show his attitude.
"Don't worry, it's not life-threatening anymore. It was the operation performed by Old Chen himself. The bleeding point was found very accurately, and there was no guilt. It's the penetrating muscle injury that needs to be taken care of for the first half of the year." Professor Zhao shook his head and sighed.
Old Chen is Professor Chen Sufen and Xu Mingsheng's wife. Originally, she was afraid that Professor Chen would be emotional, and the hospital did not approve of her being the chief surgeon, but Chen Sufen insisted on performing the operation on her husband herself. The hospital had no choice but to turn a blind eye.
"The disinfection measures at Mary's Hospital have been done well, and my auntie has been cleaning up and down all morning."
"No, now the weather is warm and cold, and the flu is coming. I heard that the antibiotics in Xiangjiang are out of stock."