Something seems not quite right!
Zhu Zhengqing immediately corrected his attitude.
Then worry again.
You can't always ask people as soon as you go up, whether you have beaten the child in your wife's womb due to domestic violence, or have you forcibly seized the research results of your students
Impression points will be lost!
Just when Zhu Zhengqing was hesitating, Meng Zezhi had already come over with a water cup. Seeing that he didn't speak, he had to repeat the words again: "Why are you the only one left? What about the others?"
"Well," Zhu Zhengqing came back to his senses, suppressed the entanglement in his heart, and just pretended to be nonchalant: "They have all gone to eat."
"What about you?" Meng Zezhi walked to the water dispenser and pressed the water switch.
"I asked them to bring food for me."
"Ok."
"By the way," Zhu Zhengqing said as if thinking of something, "We won't need the microplate reader tomorrow, you can use it first if you need it."
There is only one set of instruments in the laboratory, and two experiments are carried out at the same time, so it is inevitable that there will be overlapping steps. After all, this is Zhu Zhengqing's place, unless it is necessary, it must be close to them first.
"What?" Meng Zezhi put down the water cup that was brought to his mouth.
Speaking of business, Zhu Zhengqing couldn't help frowning and sighed: "There is something wrong with the experiment."
Meng Zezhi thought for a while: "The direction of your research should be chemokine receptors."
He has been in the laboratory for almost a month. In order to avoid suspicion, he never deliberately inquired about the content of Zhu Zhengqing's experiments. He was only under the same roof, so he must have heard them discuss some experimental situations. For Meng Zezhi, relying on These three melons and two dates, it is not difficult to draw their research direction.
"Yes." Zhu Zhengqing nodded: "We are studying the effects of chemokine receptors on the proliferation, migration and invasion of human liver cancer cells and their mechanisms."
This project can only be regarded as quite satisfactory, and it is perfect for integrating the researchers under it.
"Can I know which step went wrong?" Meng Zezhi put the water glass on the table: "Let's see if I can give you some suitable advice."
"Well." How could Zhu Zhengqing refuse him? He turned around and took out a stack of documents from the test bench and handed it to him, saying, "We originally planned to use the colony formation experiment to test the self-renewal and proliferation ability of each group of cells, but it turned out that the drawn The cell proliferation curve turned out to be an arc."
A normal cell proliferation curve should be a broken line.
Meng Zezhi took the information and looked through it.
Zhu Zhengqing looked at him.
Meng Zezhi's appearance can only be regarded as average, but he couldn't bear the mature and steady aura all over his body. He just sat there, exuding a unique charm from the tips of his hair to the tips of his toes.
Sure enough, men who work hard are the most charming.
Zhu Zhengqing pursed his lips, how could Meng Zezhi like this commit domestic violence to his wife
After about a quarter of an hour, Meng Zezhi went through the entire document carefully, and he said after deliberation, "I think the problem is most likely the plasmid transfection."
"Plasmid transfection?" Zhu Zhengqing gathered his energy: "I think so too."
"Yeah." Meng Zezhi nodded: "Actually, I can't pick out the fault of the experimental procedure you designed, but since you can't get results with it, then don't try to find the reason for it. Now, let's do it another way."
This is not in line with the research spirit of a scholar.
Zhu Zhengqing looked at him.
Meng Zezhi didn't stick to these: "If you are really unwilling, just leave it to study later. The most urgent task is to complete this project first."
He thought for a while: "It's better to use 7721 cells in logarithmic growth phase, and when the cell confluence reaches 70%, transfer into interfering RNA..."
Zhu Zhengqing pondered Meng Zezhi's words carefully, his eyes became brighter and brighter, "At that time, as long as you scan it with a fluorescence microscope, you can accurately observe the expression of green fluorescent protein in each group of cells, so as to judge the plasmid transfection. degree of contamination.”
He concluded: "Although the steps are a lot more cumbersome, after changing the carrier, the experimental results are obviously more intuitive."
Zhu Zhengqing curled his lips, and the more he thought about it, the more joyful he became, not only for finally finding a solution to the problem that lay in front of him, but also for Meng Zezhi's erudition and talent.
He never doubted why Meng Zezhi had such high biological attainments, because at Harvard and in the Americas, there was no shortage of "deviant" scholars. Winner of the David Welz Economics Prize...
He thought, how could Meng Zezhi like this be able to forcibly take the students' research results
Could it be that Xu Yehua and the others teamed up to deceive him
That's even more impossible, not to mention that there is no conflict of interest between them at all, the most important thing is how stupid they must be to say such a lie.
Zhu Zhengqing is thoughtful.
Meng Zezhi knew nothing about this, he murmured, over and over again: "Change the carrier, change the carrier..."
In the dark, his heartbeat began to speed up.
At a certain moment, between the calcium carbide and the fire, the barrier of Goldbach's conjecture in his mind shattered to the ground.
Zhu Zhengqing was the first to come back to his senses, "Professor Meng, thank you so much. I'll treat you to dinner when you're free."
Meng Zezhi laughed softly, his voice low and magnetic: "Where, I should thank Professor Zhu, you may not know how much you have helped me—"
Meng Zezhi, who was back at his desk, was full of thoughts. He opened the drawer, took out a thick stack of scratch paper, picked out a small half of it and threw it directly into the trash can. Then he couldn't wait to pick up the pen and continued with the content in front of him. , calculate it.
When receiving the call from Sister Meng, Meng Zezhi was completing the final verification of Goldbach's conjecture.
"Known: r(N)≤