Joe turned the shuttle into a shuttle, and took advantage of the private use of Platinum Road to launch himself to Ivy Hospital.
"What's the result now?" He put on his lab coat, put a mask on his face, and entered the door.
Doctor Lin Yuan looked helpless, but he was too embarrassed to open his mouth when he wanted to say something.
It was Yan Suizhi who turned his head to look at the clock on the wall, and said to Qiao, "It's been less than 30 minutes since I hung up the communication, even if I ate an apple, I still haven't digested it."
Lin Yuan nodded and explained to Qiao: "Once the root cause has been identified, it is much easier to find a solution, but it's hard to say how long it will actually take. If it's long, it might take a year and a half, so let's prepare mentally first. "
"What about the short words?" Joe asked.
"A little half a month." Lin Yuan said.
"So long?" Joe asked.
His fingers were still struggling with the mask, perhaps because he was focusing on the instruments and conversations. No matter how he wore the mask, it was awkward, and there were a few card slots that couldn't get stuck.
"According to past experience, it's almost like this." Lin Yuan knew that he was anxious, and explained a few more words about the test process and complexity.
The more Joe listened, the more headaches grew, but he didn't show the slightest impatience.
He tried hard to digest those professional terms, his face was green, but his expression was very serious.
Lin Yuan didn't sleep well. He looked away from the screen of the instrument, took off the observation mirror, rubbed his eyelids and said, "This is an inevitable process. I have recruited all the credible researchers in the hospital back to be on duty. Prepare for the attack."
In fact, a year and a half, or ten days and a half months, was not too long for Joe.
He looked at Lin Yuan's huge dark circles and the almost motionless analyzer, and said, "If what you mean by tough battles means sleepless, then you don't need to. I can afford to wait, I can wait longer than this. Come here. If Ke Jin can speak well, he must think so too. Compared with this, I am more afraid of you doctors dying from overwork. "
Lin Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's not going to be sleepless. I'm here to be a doctor to save people, not to be buried with me. Besides, which one of you sleeps more than me? Those dark circles under your eyes can hang over your shoulder blades, so you're rushing over there too. ? And you—"
Seeing that the fire of war was about to burn, Gu Yan opened his mouth and interrupted: "No talent, not as obvious as you."
After he stopped, he explained to Qiao: "We were talking about this before you came, and it's not just because of Ke Jin that Dr. Lin was in a hurry."
Qiao was stunned for a moment, too little sleep made him a little unable to react.
Lin Yuan nodded and said, "Yes, it's not just because of Lawyer Ke."
He pointed to Gu Yan: "The victims of the Shake Shaw Weng case, those old people also have the same problems as lawyer Ke. Some of them are in very bad condition now. Have you seen any new reports?"
Joe: "Ah, yes. You mentioned in the newsletter before that there were some serious cases?"
Lin Yuan nodded, "Well, the whole body's organs are failing."
Speaking of which, he paused for some reason, as if recalling something, and after a while he said, "It's hard for a normal person to imagine this kind of feeling, it's very painful..."
Back then, his younger brother... the real Ruan Ye died in this exhaustion. A large number of patients who failed genetic surgery in those years died in this way.
They can often endure for days, agonizingly waiting in agony, as if waiting for some hope of recovery.
But hope will always be extinguished little by little. They can clearly feel the passing of vitality, and clearly know that they are about to leave this world and those who are reluctant.
Some struggled, others howled.
His silly little brother smiled at him and said, "Brother, when I'm done, I'll give you a birthday present."
However, he is no better, and the birthday present never comes...
Lin Yuan wiped the instrument twice with his fingers, as if wiping, "Before, I had limited ability and powerlessness for this kind of sudden systemic failure."
He blinked his downed eyes lightly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "There are all the conditions that should be met now, and there is no reason not to fight. If a solution can be found a day, an hour, or even a minute earlier, those people will survive. The probability will be higher. I don’t want them to endure the pain and wait for nothing.”
Joe looked at him for a while, then immediately called Eunice.
A few seconds later, a document came in.
"I know that a research instrument of this level would have access limits for a single researcher or team," Joe said.
This is to safeguard the confidentiality of the different research projects—
The researcher only has the right to use the instrument within the scope of his own project, but cannot access the progress and data test materials of other projects on the instrument.
Lin Yuan was stunned for a moment, "Yes, each of the four chief researchers. Me, Curly Hair... Oh, Jacques Bai, Professor Xu Lao, and Professor Stephen, each about 25%, there are slight differences according to the project."
Qiao slapped the document on his hand, "I was supposed to give it to you tomorrow. After all, in a medical system as big as Ivy, there are procedures for documents. But what you said just now makes me feel that it is a sin to delay one second more."
Lin Yuan took a closer look.
In his hand is a letter of authorization confirming that he and his team have 100% access to the instrument.
This is not a simple matter, he needs to have sufficient reasons to apply, and then the presidents' association of the Ivy Hospital decides whether to approve or not.
But now, all these procedural things are not needed. Because there are two signatures of dragon flying and phoenix dance on the back of the document—
Eunice Evers.
Devore Evers.
Qiao called out the virtual electronic pen, took Lin Yuan's hand, turned the document to face him, and signed the third one under the two names—
Joe Everth.
Lin Yuan was stunned for a moment, and put the virtual file page into the device permission scanning port.
The screen that was still for a long time rolled out three lines one after another:
Signature 1: Authentication passed.
Signature 2: Authentication passed.
Signature 3: Authentication passed.
Change permissions to 100%.
Qiao put away the virtual pen and said to Lin Yuan: "Here - use it at will, there are no taboos. But don't let others see the power of attorney. After all, externally, my father and I are still incompatible, at least make sure that Manson That's what the brothers know."
"What's Mr. Ewayth's plan?" Yan Suizhi said.
Qiao grabbed Zhi Leng's blond hair, "How do you know my dad has plans, Dean?"
Yan Suizhi smiled and said: "Keeping the incompatible state, your family can be divided into two lines. Ms. Eunice and Mr. Eves are one, representing Ivy. You are another independent line. If you are reconciled, you don't care. Whoever comes forward represents the rope of spring ivy. One rope is called stability maintenance, and two lines are convenient for doing things.”
Master Qiao said in his heart, why are you more like an old fox than me
But he also dared to beep in his stomach, dare to complain to the dean
Obviously not.
"My dad wants to do something." Joe said, "Didn't he show you what he found over the years last time, and let you sort it out from the perspective of a lawyer. You said at the time that some evidence was missing."
Gu Yan: "Well, there is no direct proof of the connection between the problematic gene and the Manson brothers. The other families and the Manson brothers are called cooperation—"
"Collaboration shit," Joe said. "It's about the same."
"—There is a lack of heavyweight witness evidence." Gu Yan continued to finish the second half of his sentence.
"Only these two?" Lin Yuan asked in surprise.
"Only?" Joe shook his head. "It sounds like there are only two, but there are more than that. For example, there is a lot of scattered information about the connection between the problem gene and the Manson Brothers. You can guess who did it with your toes. Is it useful? No. Court Guessing someone's guilt is not allowed, everyone is suspecting and never committing a crime."
Yan Suizhi folded his arms and sat beside the empty test bench, listening to him.
Qiao almost thought that he had returned to the elective course, and subconsciously arched Gu Yan's elbow, "Is that right?"
Gu Yan: "..."
"As for the activities of other families with the Manson Brothers—" Qiao explained to Lin Yuan briefly: "Which family members participated in those filthy things, voluntarily cooperated or were forced to helpless, how deeply involved and how much they understood, These are all very important. When cutting grass, we need to remove the roots, and when pulling radishes, we need to bring mud, so as not to make new tricks in the future. But how can these be simply asked? Besides, what kind of physical evidence, documentary evidence, indirect evidence, direct evidence Evidence... The strength of the proof is different, it's very particular. Right?"
As he talked, he went to go to Gu Yan to confirm, but he stabbed him with an elbow.
Seeing that Lawyer Gu, who was originally next to him, has moved to the side of a certain dean without a word and with a numb expression on his face, also leaning against the edge of the table and looking at him with his arms crossed.
Qiao wanted to accuse him of "favoring sex over friends", but when the words reached the tip of his tongue, he remembered who "color" was referring to, and gulped it back.
"So Mr. Everth thinks?"
"My dad is going to pick one in the middle, so that the Manson Brothers and their partners are at odds. The easiest one to pick is Cliff. He has been unhappy with such a big family for a long time, with a smile on his face, not sure what to do in his heart. As Joe spoke, he didn't know what to think, and he hesitated.
Yan Sui looked up and down at his expression, smiled and said, "Do you seem to have other ideas?"
"You know again?" Joe was stunned.
"I'm just not blind."
"..." Qiao Sansang said: "Actually, I don't have any other ideas. I just think this method is a bit slow. The old fox is very patient and can set traps for many years, but I haven't. I've been wondering if there is a more direct way. The way."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yan Suizhi tilted his head and whispered something in Gu Yan's ear.
Gu Yan leaned a bit, lowered his eyes and listened to his question, nodded, and replied in a low voice in Yan Suizhi's ear.
Qiao: "... Dean, are you discussing to give me a grade or what?"
Yan Suizhi straightened his body, "That's not true. I'm just afraid of remembering something wrong. I'll ask it clearly before I speak. I have a suggestion for a more direct way."
"What advice?"
"I suggest you go to Tianqin Star's detention center." Yan Suizhi said.
Joe: "??? What did I do wrong?"
He reacted and suddenly remembered who the guardians of Lyra Star were.
Qiao: "Dean, you mean... Zhao Zemu?"
Yan Suizhi nodded.
Joe: "But..."
"If I remember some of the previous details correctly, and—" Yan Suizhi raised his chin toward Gu Yan, and said to Qiao: "If your best friend remembers correctly, that Mr. Zhao may be a breakthrough. "