RBCT Chapter 3217 Should I take this medicine or not?
Chapter 3217 Should I take this medicine or not?
Chapter 3217 Should I take this medicine or not?
Outside the academy, Count Spree, protected by his entourage and dressed in a thick polar bear fur coat, stepped out of the carriage.
After experiencing a serious illness, the elderly man became listless and lethargic.
This winter, in particular, was difficult for him, even with a fireplace and heating.
If he hadn't received a call from the academy saying they had something very important to discuss in person, he wouldn't have wanted to leave the warm manor even for a second.
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Count Spree walked slowly forward, his feet sinking into the snow.
Not far away, Principal William was standing with Adam and Mary to greet them.
Snowflakes were flying, obscuring the view.
The old man couldn't see the faces of the three people, but he could sense their tension.
Thinking of this, the old man felt a surge of excitement.
Could it be that Angel's Tears was successful?
If that's the case, that would be wonderful.
You see, after hearing that the special medicine contained substances extracted from pigs, he threw the medicine he was carrying to the butler.
As a devout believer, how could one touch such 'unclean' things? This is taboo for them; it is a walking toilet.
Therefore, not only did he stop touching it, but the believers who learned of this also put away the expensive medicine they had bought.
In their eyes, life is priceless, but faith is even more noble.
If the one and only eternal God commands them to give their lives, then it means they need to return to God's embrace.
In response, they have consistently and resolutely rejected the use of miracle drugs in public.
Unless China improves its formula and stops extracting substances from pigs.
However, this is impossible.
Leaving aside how they persuaded China to change the formula, it's unclear how they even obtained this 'information'.
We can't exactly say that we've planted people within your ranks.
Isn't this just asking for trouble?
So they focused all their attention on researching the Angel's Tears.
If the ingredients of the special medicine are thoroughly studied and then synthesized using scientific methods, it can not only avoid contact with 'unclean' things, but also ensure their lives in critical moments, and generate huge profits.
So when he received the call from Principal William, he felt a sense of anticipation.
Hopefully, this time it's good news.
Silently praying in his heart, Count Spree slowly walked out of the snowstorm to the three of them.
“Count, I’m very sorry to have disturbed you.”
Principal William bowed deeply. "We were going to see you, but we're so sorry to have troubled you to come all this way."
Count Spree raised his withered hand. "No need to be polite."
"I'm just sitting at home doing nothing, while your time is far more valuable."
As he spoke, he glanced at Adam and Mary, but both of them looked preoccupied and didn't notice Count Spree's gaze.
Upon seeing this, Count Spree's heart sank.
"Sir, let's go inside and talk."
William looked at the snow on the old man's bearskin coat and spoke, and the old man nodded, "Okay, let's go inside and talk."
The three men made way for the old man and then escorted him to the first-floor reception room.
Soon, the coffee was served, but Earl Spree didn't touch it. He simply asked, "William, he said on the phone that he had something very important to discuss."
Is it an angel's tear?
Upon hearing this, William's words of explanation were stuck in his throat, and he looked at Adam beside him.
When Professor Adam saw that Earl Spree was concerned about the Angel's Tears project right away, he braced himself and said, "Earl, we have conducted more than a hundred research and analysis studies on the special medicine."
"To date, we have mastered 90% of the chemical composition."
Ninety percent?
Earl Spree smiled. "Then the remaining ten percent will be here very soon, won't it?"
After saying that, he silently began to plan in his mind.
It's only been less than five months, and they've already completed 90% of the research—that's impressive progress!
The remaining 10% should be completed within a month.
Indeed, the technology of the British Empire was the most advanced.
According to his understanding, the United States, the Union, and even countries like France and Germany are also researching effective drugs.
Of course, some countries are taking a different approach, like India, which uses the water of the "holy river" to make special medicines through mysterious means, but they keep their distance from it.
Although these countries have different research directions, they are definitely the fastest in terms of research progress.
When they present their research findings first, other countries will be quite surprised.
Just as Count Spree was lost in his fantasies, Adam's voice rang out again.
"Sir, I'm afraid it will take a long time."
Count Spree, regaining his composure, frowned and asked, "Professor Adam, haven't you completed ninety percent?"
"The remaining 10% shouldn't be long, right?"
Adam nodded. "Yes, this 10% won't take long. As long as we have enough research samples, we can complete it within ten days."
"but."
"This is just the first step."
Earl Spree frowned. "What do you mean?"
Adam took a deep breath and explained, "Sir, determining the ingredients in the other party's medicine is only the first step, and also the simplest one in our opinion."
"Next, we need to determine the content of each ingredient, a process that may take a year, or even two or three years."
"And that's under ideal circumstances."
Earl Spree opened his mouth, somewhat incredulous.
More than one year, two or three years.
This has taken far too long.
Can he hold on until then?
Then, upon hearing Adam's final condition, he habitually frowned and asked, "What do you mean by 'ideal situation'?"
Adam shrugged and said helplessly, "Ideally, China would stop adding all sorts of random things to its special medicines and stick to the current ingredients."
"As you know, back then, many Western countries, especially France, were desperate to figure out the ingredients of 'Imperial Jade Liquor'."
"As it turned out, we had only been halfway through the research when we discovered that the other party's medicinal wine contained some extra ingredients."
"We had just made some progress when we discovered that all the previous research was useless."
"So, what do you think we can do in this situation?"
Count Spree felt a headache coming on.
"so!"
At this moment, Adam spoke again, and Count Spree, sensing a change in direction, quickly asked, "So what?"
Adam said with a solemn expression, "Therefore, we need to purchase as many of the special drugs as possible when the other side changes the formula."
"Then, using the same batch of special drugs, we developed a new one."
"The longer it takes, the lower the chance of success will be."
After hearing this, Earl Spree took a deep breath and then considered the feasibility of the plan in his mind.
Last time, the Edward family used Hong Kong's platform to bring back 100,000 doses of top-grade special medicine (golden gourd) and 200,000 doses of first-grade special medicine (cyan gourd) from China. Most of these were divided up among various families.
Only the most effective drugs actually reach hospitals, and even that is less than one-tenth of the total.
The special medicines that have been put out for research are all top-notch, and more than 10,000 have already been spent in this period of time.
As a result, their families faced pressure from all sides.
It's important to understand that not everyone agrees with researching miracle drugs, and not everyone is a germaphobe.
To put it bluntly, it's just the selfishness of these believers.
It's fair to say they paid a heavy price for the success of Angel's Tears. But equally, they firmly believed that the benefits of success would be even greater.
Therefore, the necessary investment is worthwhile.
"I will have someone contact the Edward family and give you another 10,000 research samples."
Earl Spree thought for a moment and said seriously, then looked directly at William and the other two, "I hope these samples will be used where they are needed. You understand what I mean."
Adam and Mary both appeared calm and natural.
Only Principal William's expression remained unchanged, but his back was soaked with cold sweat.
"Don't worry, we know what to do."
William quickly spoke up, then glanced at Mary beside him, urging her to change the subject.
That's the main point.
Mary, sensing the implication and understanding the importance of the matter, quickly stepped forward and said, "Earl Spree, the reason I asked you to make this trip is actually because of another very important matter."
He said he would place a new newspaper in front of the other party.
Earl Spree glanced at the newspaper, but didn't seem very interested.
He doesn't read these kinds of specialized newspapers; even if he did, he wouldn't understand them.
"Mary, what are you doing?"
Mary approached Earl Spree and explained, “Sir, this is a paper from China, and the author of the paper is one of the researchers of the special medicine.”
This piqued Count Spree's interest.
After all, someone who can make a highly effective medicine must have real skills.
His papers must have some merit.
What does it say on this?
Mary calmed herself down and said, "Sir, the main content here is a technology that can amplify genes in vitro, which is a very cutting-edge technology."
"But these things are not important."
As Mary spoke, she pointed to a passage in the paper, "The important thing is the meaning of this passage."
Count Spree looked at the spot the other man was pointing to and shook his head, saying, "I can't see it very clearly, just tell me directly."
Mary nodded. "The other party mentioned something in the paper."
"I don't know if he did it intentionally or unintentionally, but this matter is very important."
"This is also related to the project I'm about to research."
Count Spree frowned. He'd said so much, yet not a single word had hit the nail on the head.
Mary realized she had gone off-topic and quickly returned to the main point, saying, "What it says is very simple."
"The genes of a race share commonalities, but these commonalities are unique or singular relative to the whole of humanity, or to other races."
"Like our blond hair and blue eyes, some of them are racially specific."
"These unique genes could very well become targeted attacks by the enemy."
"If the enemy discovers this common weakness, the consequences will be..."
Before Mary could finish speaking, Count Spree understood.
But the more I understand, the more terrified I become.
Because the consequence could very well be the extinction of the entire race!
Especially his race.
It has endured countless hardships over the centuries.
We've just started to recover, but we can't afford any more setbacks.
Thinking of this, Earl Spree stood up and asked seriously, "Madam Mary, are you sure this possibility exists?"
Mary shook her head. "I'm not sure, but I know that people are already doing research in this area."
"what?"
Count Spree was incredulous, but Mary nodded and said seriously, "I had been preparing to conduct research on racial genetics, so I started paying attention to this information and collected some data."
As Mary continued her story, Count Spree's expression grew increasingly grave.
He didn't doubt Mary's motives, since she was a devout believer just like him.
If this were to be studied, it would be done on other races, and no harmful actions would be taken.
“I had previously sensed that someone or some organization was deliberately collecting our blood, tissues, and even parts of our organs.”
"At first, I didn't realize anything was wrong. I thought it was a requirement from the hospital or some kind of research test."
"But seeing this paper today reminded me that this is by no means a simple collection."
"Someone is researching it."
Mary said with absolute certainty, "Them!"
"They're studying us!"
When Count Spry heard the final conclusion, his ears rang, and the fear hidden in his heart surged up.
The scenes of past massacres seemed to appear before my eyes.
This time, however, the weapons used in the massacre were no longer bullets and bayonets, but a terrifying entity called genetic weapons.
He seemed to see corpses falling down in front of him, corpses rushing towards him.
No, that won't do.
"This absolutely cannot happen, never!"
A roar erupted, and Count Spree raised his fist as if making the loudest prayer to God.
then
He fell backward.
Fortunately, Ms. Mary was nearby and quickly helped the old man up. However, upon seeing his pale face, all three of them immediately panicked.
"Quick, get him to the hospital!"
Professor Adam reacted quickly, shouting loudly.
The two quickly called for the guards outside to come in and help.
After some effort, the car finally arrived at the hospital.
When Count Spree was taken into the emergency room, the three of them stood outside looking anxious.
If the other party makes a mistake, they will not only be questioned, but even subsequent experiments will have to be stopped.
Not to mention genetic weapons.
The three of them might even have to bear the wrath of the other family.
Before long, Count Spree's family rushed over, each inquiring about the Count's health.
Of course, it's hard to say how many of them are truly sincere.
After all, hereditary titles can be inherited, and the family's wealth is considerable.
Just as everyone was waiting anxiously, the attending physician ran out.
"The Earl's mental state has been severely affected, and his physical condition has depleted, causing him to fall into a coma."
"The best way right now is to use a special medicine to stimulate the Earl's body, so that he can recover as soon as possible and get out of danger."
"Otherwise, the longer it drags on, the more likely it is to cause more diseases."
The doctor urgently suggested that, because he had encountered this situation several times recently and had achieved very good treatment results after using Huaxia's special medicine.
Upon hearing this, the members of the Earl of Spree hesitated.
Because Count Spree had previously spoken about this matter in a serious manner.
Even death cannot destroy one's faith.
"Doctor, is there really no other way?"
The eldest son of Earl Spree rushed to the doctor and asked, his arm trembling slightly as he spoke, whether from excitement or not.
The doctor shook his head. "This is the most effective method. The Earl is physically weak. If we use other methods, it could very well make things worse."
Upon hearing this, the eldest son of the count lowered his head, then looked at his family behind him, "Everyone, what do you think? Should we use it?"
After he finished speaking, everyone fell silent.