Shenhao's Daily Life of Ordinary People

Chapter 322 Old Academician

The old academician is working in an old biomedical research institute today.

The environment is deep and secluded, and the security is deep.

In the research institute, Chen Yu met the elderly academician.

The old academician was wearing a plain overalls, and the knees and sleeves of his trousers were a little white, obviously washed many times.

Wearing a pair of presbyopic glasses, his face is engraved with the marks of time, and his gray hair records the traces of time.

Old and dignified.

"Mr. Chen, you are younger than I expected, you are in your early twenties?" After exchanging greetings, the old academician smiled kindly.

The old academician had been in contact with Yan Ning before, and did not know Chen Yu.

In the cognition of the old academicians, those who are willing to invest so much in scientific research are generally the type of people who have gone through vicissitudes, no longer pursue personal enjoyment, and instead focus on self-sacrifice.

People in this category are generally older and have seen enough of the market.

In the prediction of the old academician, Chen Yu should also be this kind of person.

"Well, in his early twenties. The old academician is as energetic as I imagined." Chen Yu smiled.

The old academician laughed:
"You're so energetic. I'm old and I can't do what I want. It's up to you young people in the future."

To say that you are in high spirits is a polite word.

In fact, the old academician's face is full of exhaustion, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is "powerless".

The old academician was not short, but his back was already a little stooped, as if he was carrying an invisible heavy object.

While the two were talking, the old academician personally took Chen Yu to visit the Institute of Biology.

The Institute of Biology is very old, and many equipment and laboratory structures are also relatively antique. It is far from the high-end atmosphere of the 'Your Face' Biological Research Center.

It is also understandable, after all, there are almost no "rich" scientific research investors like Chen Yu.

The positioning of the 'Your Face' biological scientific research center is not only unmatched by domestic institutions, but also unmatched by international institutions.

"Mr. Chen, how is your research going?" The old academician stopped while visiting a laboratory.

Many doctors in the laboratory are doing experiments, all wearing white coats or dust-proof clothing, and some experimenters in some sealed areas even wear gas masks.

When the old academician brought Chen Yu into the laboratory, he just nodded slightly and continued to do experiments.

Some doctors secretly looked at Chen Yu. They didn't know who this young man was, but the old academician personally took him to visit.

"What about you?" Chen Yu didn't answer, but asked the old academician instead.

The old academician smiled wryly and shook his head, but did not answer Chen Yu directly.

After looking at a row of petri dishes, he walked to a laboratory table, where a middle-aged man was sitting in front of a computer and concentrating on sorting out data.

The old academician patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder:

"Professor Xi, how is the research going?"

The middle-aged man called Professor Xi turned his head and saw that it was an old academician. He stood up very respectfully:

"The old academician is here."

Professor Xi looked at Chen Yu, and then at the old academician. He didn't know who Chen Yu was, and seemed to be hesitating whether to talk about the experimental data, or how specific it could be?

"Oh, this is Chen Yu, the boss of the 'Your Yan' Biological Research Center in Yangcheng. He is the one who poached your best student with a high salary. You should have an impression." The old academician smiled:

"Other studies are kept secret. But this study can be said to be special."

In the eyes of the old academician, he doesn't care who researched or led the special drug of 'Delta-Ebola', as long as it is from Huaguo.

That's right, it must be Chinese.

What the old academician pursues is efficiency, and the sooner the better.

If it weren't for some institutions' reluctance to share data, he would have wished to establish a big alliance where data labs would share research data, so as to avoid detours to the greatest extent and output results faster, better and more economically.

But this is obviously unlikely.

Even if he is a respected old academician, he can't do this.

But at least, in this institute where the old academician himself has the right to speak, he is willing to share data.

"It turned out to be Mr. Chen. I've heard of your name a long time ago. I saw a real person for the first time today. I have admired you for a long time." Professor Xi came over and shook hands with Chen Yu.

A few months ago, Yan Ning poached people everywhere, but made them suffer.

So I have known about the amazing company 'Your Face' for a long time.

"Professor Xi, it's a pleasure to meet you." Chen Yu and Professor Xi shook hands politely.

Professor Xi looks like he is in his fifties, but he also has gray hair on his temples.

Doing scientific research has never been an easy task. Where can the brain cells not die?
The two sides exchanged a few pleasantries, and Professor Xi cut to the chase:
"My group is currently focusing on specific drugs. Our research group made a research plan half a month ago. I was just sorting out yesterday's experimental data. It is not ideal. It seems that the technical route is not feasible."

Professor Xi pointed to the picture on the computer:

"If you look at the images of this set of data, they are all flat and there is no fluctuation. Barbara is difficult, it seems that we have to do it all over again."

There was a hint of bitterness in Professor Xi's tone.

Chen Yu nodded. How could it be so easy?

Very normal.

In fact, he really wanted to say that there is no need to be depressed, and the group of foreign people can't research it, which is caused by the cognitive limitations of current scientists.

"The whole scientific research plan, how far have you progressed?" Chen Yu asked lightly.

Professor Xi smiled wryly:
"How can there be any progress? We haven't even started yet, and we are still standing outside the door, still looking for a way in."

The research of a special drug often takes several years.

They have only started this work for a few months, so it can be regarded as preliminary research at best.

"As far as I know, research in several other research institutes is not going well. On the contrary, the vaccine side is progressing steadily step by step." Professor Xi leaned against the experimental table.

Speaking of this, the old academician took over the topic:
"Yes. Not counting the private enterprises on Mr. Chen's side, a total of 4 institutions are currently focusing on the research of specific medicines, and everyone is still in the early stage of research. There is no way to do this.

There is no cure for the specific medicine for the time being.My idea is that I hope that a special medicine can be released within 1 year, which can reduce the death rate of 'Delta-Ebola' from more than 90% to 80%, reduce it to 2% in 70 years, and reduce it to 3% in 60 years. [-]%, and so on.

In 3 years, almost the vaccine has come out.

Even this is a very big challenge, and it may not be possible to achieve it.But at the meeting yesterday, the princess of Tanzania was still a little bit disappointed with the progress."

The old academician scratched his gray hair.

In fact, the old academician can understand the loss of the princess, but he is helpless.

Thinking about it, the people of my own country are in dire straits, and the infection rate is as high as 30% of the total population, and it continues to increase, which is completely uncontrollable.

The fatality rate is as high as more than 90%.

But it will take three years before we can hope to control the death rate at around 60%.

This is so hard.

After three years of closed-door policy, the country was basically paralyzed.

In three years, how many people of the people will die due to infection.

It's scary to think about it.

Anyone who changes is lost.

But no one can do anything, they can only watch the situation worsen, but there is nothing they can do.

(End of this chapter)