NFBE Chapter 54 The Poor Little Guy Who Fell Down on the Back Hill of the School (33)
Chapter 54 The Poor Little Guy Who Fell Down on the Back Hill of the School (33)
Once Professor Fang and Xu Fu were ready, they plunged into the laboratory.
Xu Fu did not leave any other senior or junior disciples to serve as his assistants.
After all, it wouldn't be good to have outsiders around when he needs the system's help.
Xu Fu had already listed all the possibilities.
Now all we need to do is experiment step by step, and once the finished product is ready, we can then find "guinea pigs" to test it...
Xu Fu stayed in the laboratory for eight days, one day later than expected...
Xu Fu, with a scraggly beard and a dejected air, knocked on Professor Fang's office door.
Upon seeing the newcomer and Xu Fu's appearance, Professor Fang couldn't help but tease him.
"Great genius, judging from your expression, your experiment seems to have failed!"
Xu Fu pulled up a chair and sat down in front of the person, opening his small satchel...
He pulled out a stack of documents, a small medicine bottle, and a small dagger.
Xu Fu didn't say a word more, gritted his teeth, picked up the dagger, and made a cut in his palm.
Blood flowed out instantly, coagulating into a ball—
"Good grief, you can't blame me for your experiment failing, can you?!"
"What's the point of coming here to threaten suicide?!" Professor Fang shouted at the person.
"This idea was originally yours, and you were the one who wanted to build the store."
"You—" Professor Fang hadn't finished speaking when he saw Xu Fu open the small bottle.
He poured out a small pill and swallowed it right in front of everyone—
Professor Fang stared wide-eyed at Xu Fu in shock.
Xu Fu then took a tissue from the table.
Wipe the blood from your palm clean; all that's left is a pink scab.
And the color gradually faded—
After a while, the wound on his palm had completely disappeared, and his skin color was no different from before...
"Holy crap, really?! You actually did something this outrageous!"
The homeroom teacher, skeptical, grabbed Xu Fu's hand and looked him up and down.
"My goodness, you're a genius—" Professor Fang reluctantly released Xu Fu's hand.
He glanced at the medicine bottle on the table, then at the bloodstained dagger—
With a determined effort, he took both items and placed them directly in front of him.
Professor Fang made a cut on his middle finger, and as blood dripped down...
Professor Zhang took a pill and swallowed it directly.
In less than 30 seconds, he suddenly felt a burning sensation at the wound site, and then the bleeding stopped.
He waited about ten seconds before wiping away the blood with a tissue.
The wound had completely healed...
The man immediately stood up from his chair and tightly grasped Xu Fu's hand.
"You're a genius! I'm definitely going to report your story to higher authorities!"
"By the way, have you applied for a patent for the prescription?!"
"If your drug could be mass-produced, I can't imagine how many lives it could save each year."
"I..." Professor Fang stammered, not letting go of Xu Fu's hand at all.
"Just tell me what you want—if you want to be a professor, I can help you apply right now!"
"The prescription is yours, and the patent is yours too—" Xu Fu struggled to pull his hand away.
"I'm going to finish my current major now, and then I want to switch to studying clinical medicine."
"The kind that starts from freshman year—"
"What? You're giving up this honor?" Professor Fang looked at Xu Fu in disbelief.
"If this achievement were submitted, you could probably get the title of academician right away."
"If you license the rights to a pharmaceutical company, you'll receive at least hundreds of millions in dividends every year—"
Aren't you even a little bit tempted?
"I have enough money, and I want to study hard. Professor, please tell me if it's possible?!"
Xu Fu was a little tired; he hadn't had a proper rest for seven days in a row.
This system is a real pain; each recovery pill costs ten points, which Xu Fu is quite reluctant to spend.
Because modern medicine lacks spiritual power, Xu Fu's medicine, at best, could only heal wounds immediately.
It does not have the effect of immediately restoring one's qi and blood.
Therefore, Xu Fu planned to wait for Professor Fang to arrange everything for him, and then he would immediately go to the Western medicine college to report for duty.
"It's possible, but your medication is of great importance, and I need to make careful arrangements—"
Professor Fang lowered his head and pondered for a while before cautiously speaking.
"Okay, I'll come over when you can arrange for me to enroll in medical school—"
Xu Fu nodded, dragging his tired body, and left Professor Fang's office.
"No," Professor Fang began, but Xu Fu's figure had already disappeared.
The other party mumbled, "I didn't want your patent—"
"At most, they'll add my name to my lab supervisor's contact list."
"In that case, I'll see—"
Professor Fang gritted his teeth and immediately dialed a secret number.
I chatted with the person on the other end for half an hour before putting down my phone.
"Since you want to start from scratch in medical school, it's a small matter—"
The director turned on the computer and typed some things on the keyboard.
President Wang sent a letter of introduction from the medical school.
"In a few days, this kid will be able to start from scratch as a freshman—"
Professor Fang couldn't help but laugh when he thought of Western medicine and the mountains of textbooks.
But thinking about Xu Fu, that madman, the stacks of textbooks he piled up while studying traditional Chinese medicine were as high as a mountain...
Suddenly I realized that Western medicine might not be torture for them, but rather a kind of enjoyment!
Professor Fang locked the information Xu Fu had given him and the bottle of medicine directly into his safe with a combination lock.
The person suddenly paused, "No, we have to wait until the Western medicine program starts, which is still more than half a year away—"
"How can we let that kid wait for nothing?"
"Anyway, we'll need plenty of people to produce these drugs, so we can just send him over to supervise the work."
Professor Fang casually decided Xu Fu's "happy" days to come.
Xu Fu, fast asleep, was completely unaware of this. He only felt a chill run down his spine and then silently wrapped himself tighter in the blanket.
Professor Fang is conducting intensive experiments and preparing to put the experiments into production.
Of course, neither the experiment nor the production was registered under his name.
By the time everything was ready over there, ten days had passed.
Xu Fu also spent ten leisurely days at home, eating, chatting, and taking walks with the old man...
That afternoon, Xu Fu received a call from Professor Fang, and Xu Fu eagerly answered the call.
"Professor Fang, have my matters been arranged?" Xu Fu asked the person on the other end of the phone impatiently.
"Yes, you'll enroll with the new students next semester."
"They will send you an invitation letter in a while, and you can just go there to register when school starts."
"I've also gotten your graduation certificate sorted out for you. You can come and pick it up from me anytime."
Upon hearing Professor Fang's words, Xu Fu immediately beamed with joy and said, "Thank you so much, Professor Fang!"
"There's still some time before school starts, and I'd like to ask you for a favor."
Professor Fang spoke cautiously, afraid that this little madman would once again take the unconventional path.
"Help?! Professor Fang, what do you want me to do?" Xu Fu asked, puzzled.
"This drug needs to be mass-produced, and I plan to send you to the production line to supervise the process—"
"At that time, we will control the quality of Chinese herbal medicines, reduce the failure rate, and improve the efficacy."
"This..." Xu Fu hesitated, he was already preparing to start studying clinical medicine.
Seeing that the person hadn't agreed yet, Professor Fang immediately spoke up.
"Do you have any concerns, or do you have other plans?"
"Let me tell you, you've always been a technical talent; you'll definitely reap the rewards."
"I'll pay your salary separately. How about 100,000 a month?!"
"Professor Fang, this isn't about salary—" Xu Fu began slowly.
"I plan to study clinical medicine in advance."
"Aim to complete all coursework within three years—"
"Three years?! Are you crazy—" Professor Fang yelled on the other end of the phone.
"How much talent did you waste by switching from traditional Chinese medicine to Western medicine?!"
"Now you plan to complete your studies in Western medicine within three years?"
"Do you think you're a genius or something?!"
"Even if you do graduate, who would dare hire you as a doctor if you go out like this?"
"Which top-tier hospital doesn't employ doctors with master's or doctoral degrees these days?!"
"You're acting like this, it's utterly outrageous!" Professor Fang roared at the person on the other end of the phone, seething with anger.
"Professor, I have no intention of seeking employment," Xu Fu said slowly.
"I just intend to learn more knowledge—"
"Bullshit! After studying for so many years, what are you planning to do if you don't get a job?"
Professor Fang shouted at the person again without any politeness, with a sense of helplessness as if he couldn't reach the other end of the phone.
"I also plan to learn some computer knowledge later, such as programming," Xu Fu added.
"You're a madman!" Professor Fang rudely cursed at the person.
"Then you don't need to support your family anymore? What about your grandfather?"
"I have enough money for his retirement, so I don't plan to get a job for at least ten years."
Xu Fu spoke honestly, without lowering his voice even though the old man was outside the door.
"So, do you still want to get married and have children?" Professor Fang asked helplessly.
"I don't have that plan for the time being—" Xu Fu honestly stated his thoughts.
"You're so capable, but what about your grandfather? Doesn't he want to hold his great-grandson?!"
After calming himself down, Professor Fang asked another question quietly.
"At worst, I'll adopt one; it'll still take my surname."
"The old man should like it too—"
"Or I could go abroad and have someone help me have one or two babies..."
Xu Fu had already planned his route; he simply hadn't had a chance to have a long talk with the old man.
"Bullshit, that would require even more money. Do you have it now?" Professor Fang shouted at the man rudely.
"I'm not very good at this, but I do have a little bit—" Xu Fu had so many points that he could exchange them for gold bars at any time...
Anyway, that stuff is much cheaper than pills—
Moreover, Xu Fu has accumulated quite a few points now; becoming a nouveau riche wouldn't be a problem for him!