From small clinic to medical empire

Chapter 260 Recruiting S-Class Experts

The small town of Wigton, Scotland.

It has been raining continuously for three days.

After the setting sun receded into the mountains, the dim light illuminated the old alley a little bit.

A drunken drunkard was thrown out of the pub door, still holding on to the last bottle of whiskey in his hand.

He had a clear shoe print on his face and a broken nose.

But the hair and beard of this middle-aged man can still be seen to have been carefully taken care of.

He wobbled to his feet holding the bottle, raised his middle finger at the bartender, and then limped away holding the bottle before the bartender got angry.

"Bah! Luther!"

The young bartender spat at the back of the middle-aged man, turned around and prepared to go back into the bar.

Turning his head, he suddenly bumped into a figure.

Just as he was about to yell, the bartender stopped his mouth wisely.

The tall man in a suit with a black umbrella in front of him is a foreigner.

Although many people visit Wigton every year, very few of them visit in formal attire.

As a well-informed bartender, he could tell the identity of the other party from the material of the workmanship of his clothes at a glance.

People who wear this kind of clothes are definitely the real upper class.

Either a member of parliament or a big capitalist, or a lawyer or a doctor, in short, they are all very troublesome people.

The stranger took out a note from his pocket.

Because of the rain, the writing on the paper was a little blurry.

He shook his head, crumpled the note helplessly, and asked, "Hi, is there a Mr. Campbell around here? I lost his address."

As he spoke, the stranger handed over a banknote.

The bartender was shocked, quickly took the money, and replied, "Sir, there are several Mr. Campbells in our community. You know, this is not an uncommon name."

The stranger recalled for a moment, and said, "Keith Campbell, it's Mr. Keith Campbell."

The bartender was slightly surprised by the stranger's words.

"Are you sure you're looking for Keith Campbell? That old alcoholic?" the bartender couldn't help but make sure.

The outsider frowned, apparently not knowing about Keith Campbell's recent situation.

However, he himself was also entrusted by his employer, so he didn't care about these things, and still nodded confidently.

And took out another fifty pounds from his pocket, "Please lead me to him."

……

Boom!

A wine bottle fell from the bedside table and hit the floor with a crisp sound.

"Today's good time is over!"

Campbell shook his head and smiled wryly, but his eyes gradually lost focus.

Just as he was slowly falling asleep, suddenly there was a low knock on the door of the apartment.

Campbell didn't answer the door, but the knocking grew louder.

Campbell shouted angrily towards the door: "Son of a bitch, give me some more time, I will definitely pay back the money, damn queen, damn England!"

……

The bartender outside the door was a little embarrassed. Since Campbell returned to his hometown half a year ago, he has always looked like this.

Although I heard that this guy was a great scholar before, but in the eyes of the bartender, he is just a Luthor through and through.

During the conversation just now, the bartender learned that the gentleman next to him is an elite lawyer from Anli Law Firm, which only serves big companies and the very rich.

The bartender couldn't understand how such a person could be related to the most elite lawyer around him.

Even if it's a legal dispute, it shouldn't cause such an influential lawyer in Europe to come to his door in person, right?
……

Erich didn't keep his identity secret from a bartender.

He came to the UK this time, originally entrusted to handle a medical fraud case.

A Pakistani-born British doctor and his Chinese wife who has not yet graduated are involved in a serial insurance fraud case.

Erich was hired by the insurance company to sue them.

The case went very smoothly.

Neither the Pakistani doctor nor his wife have strong psychological qualities.

Compared with the previous cases where clinics deliberately diagnosed healthy patients as cancer patients and prescribed high-priced drugs in order to earn medical expenses, this case is surprisingly simple.

All kinds of evidence surfaced naturally, and Erich completed the employer's commission with little effort.

Just as he was preparing to return to Berlin, Erich received a call from Schumacher.

Erich is not only Schumacher's legal adviser, but also a close friend.

So when Schumacher proposed a commission that seemed very strange, Erich agreed without hesitation.

……

Buoyed by another fifty pounds, the bartender knocked tirelessly on the apartment door.

Finally, when he nearly broke his hand, Campbell finally opened the door.

"Damn it, I really don't have any money right now... Is it you? Chased after me for a bottle of whiskey? You are such a cheapskate!"

The bartender curled his lips and said, "I'm looking for you for the lowest whiskey. I don't have that much time. It's this lawyer who's looking for you!"

"lawyer?"

Campbell raised his head, his eyes were full of anger: "You group of profit-seeking demons!"

Erich didn't know why Campbell was so angry with lawyers, but Erich was very proficient in the basic skills of lawyers such as swearing at one's face.

"Mr. Campbell, hello!"

Erich smiled and stretched out his hand, and said, "You misunderstood, today I am not looking for you as a lawyer, but..."

Eric paused, recalling the pronunciation of those two Chinese characters.

After all, for a German, it is still a bit awkward to want to pronounce those two syllables.

"I'm not here as a lawyer, but as the liaison officer of the Greater Europe Region of the 'Haoran Medical Life Science Research Center', I'm here to invite you..."

Erich didn't care much about the title he just won two days ago.

But since it was Schumacher's request, he also accepted the title.

However, Erich felt that from his own point of view, this research center might not be far from closing down.

After all, what future does a research center that even alcoholics invite can have?

"Haoran Medical?"

Campbell was stunned, "Is that a Japanese company? Although it's a bit far away, if they can guarantee the funding for the experiment..."

In the field of biomedicine, Japan is a powerful country, such as the blockbuster Shinya Yamanaka a few years ago.

Campbell remembers very clearly what kind of torment he felt when he sat in front of the TV and watched the Japanese who claimed to have ended the cloning era receive the award.

"No, Mr. Campbell, this is a Chinese company."

Erich corrected.

Regardless of his dislike for biological laboratories, Erich has 12 respects for Haoran Medical Group.

After all, my best friend who has been in a coma for 7 years was healed by Haoran Hospital.

It is precisely because of this reason that Erich helped Zhang Zifan formulate a very detailed and perfect financial plan before, without charging a penny.

Even now, the Chinese housekeeper named Lao Fang still consults himself on some foreign-related legal issues from time to time.

Therefore, when Erich mentioned the name of "Haoran Medical", he felt respect from the bottom of his heart.

Campbell didn't care that much.

He didn't look like a scientist, and said eagerly: "No matter what country is good, as long as there is funding for the experiment, I will not refuse it!"

……

Seeing Campbell who packed his luggage and left with the stranger, the bartender shook his head.

It is said that this old alcoholic fled back to his hometown half a year ago after taking money from investors.

I don’t know which Chinese nouveau riche is going to be unlucky this time!
But what does it matter to me?
The bartender flicked the two hundred pounds in his hand and ran towards the back street with a look of panic on his face.

There, two hundred quid could make for a very nice evening.

……

[S-level biologist - Keith Campbell (to be activated)]

[The true father of cloned sheep, a top scholar in the field of cytology research, gave up on himself for some reasons. 】

【Influence: In the field】

【Personality: innovation, patience】

【Commander: 24】

【Technology: 95】

【Intelligence: 80】

【Enterprising: 0】

【Charm: 30】

【Recruitment success rate: 99.15%】

……

In Haoran Hospital's [Senior Meeting Room], Zhang Zifan met Keith Campbell, who was busy with the world.

Unsurprisingly, there are two extremes in Campbell's data.

He has a skill of 95 points, even much higher than Kong Xiang before he joined the job.

Among the experts that Zhang Zifan has met so far, the only one who surpasses him is Anthony Fauci, whose skill is as high as 98. Even Professor Wang Bin, a Chinese medicine doctor, is one point worse than him.

Of course, a high level of technology does not mean a strong comprehensive ability as a scientific research scholar.

Campbell's commander-in-chief data is much lower than that of Wang Bin. Whether it is Wang Bin, Anthony Fauci, or even Zhou Housheng and Yao Shihua, the commander-in-chief is above 70.

This shows that this Campbell does not have any ability to lead a team.

No wonder he's being played by his old boss, Ian Wilmut.

"Ian Wilmut, British, inventor, and inventor of cloning technology, is an embryologist at the Roslin Institute in Edinburgh, Scotland. He was the first to develop a new generation of cloned sheep produced by asexual reproduction, Known as the "Father of Cloning."

This is the introduction about Ian Wilmut on Baidu Encyclopedia, and it is also a fact officially determined by the British government.

In academia, however, it was an open secret that Wilmut stole the work of Campbell, who was then a postdoc.

From the very beginning, Campbell used his spare time to find tens of thousands of sheep eggs from slaughterhouses for tireless experiments without anyone's support.

During this period, instead of providing any help, Wilmut, as the head of the laboratory, often sneered at Campbell's research, thinking that it was a waste of time.

However, when Campbell miraculously obtained the experimental results, Wilmut, like a hyena on the African grassland, robbed his subordinates of the results.

In fact, although Wilmut didn't play any positive role during the whole experiment, he was the head of the laboratory after all.

If he asked to be named on Campbell's papers, that's all right.

Wilmut, however, clearly wanted more.

In all the papers on cloning Dolly the sheep, the first author and corresponding author became Wilmut.

Campbell was dropped to the bottom of the list of authors.

Even, shortly thereafter, Campbell was kicked out of the Roslin Institute.

After that, although the Roslin Institute obtained a large amount of scientific research funding from the British government under the name of Dolly the sheep, it still had no major results.

Wilmut's stealth, doves and magpies' nests, and even more by virtue of his authority and influence, made Campbell's subsequent academic career turbulent and rebuffed everywhere.

But there is no impenetrable wall in the world after all.

Years later, Wilmut was sued by an Indian researcher for firing him.

Facing a possible unfavorable judgment, the Indian scholar threw all his eggs in one basket and threw a thunderbolt.

It turned out that he secretly collected a secret memo that Campbell left at the Roslin Institute.

In court, in front of this decisive evidence, Wilmut had to admit that Dolly the sheep was indeed not created by himself, and "66%" of the contribution belonged to Campbell.

This is a major earthquake in academia.

Because just like Hwang Woo-suk was to the Koreans, Wilmut had already become the spiritual pillar and national treasure scholar of the British at that time.

The increasingly aging British Empire has long lost the brilliance of the stars in the scientific community.

Gone are the days of Newton, Watt, Faraday, and Darwin.

Wilmut, however, seemed to be a ray of light, illuminating the afterglow of the past that never faded.

Therefore, when such a huge stain appeared on Wilmut, the whole of England was in an uproar.

Even Queen Elizabeth, who had been waiting for a long time, was alerted and came forward in person.

However, just when Campbell thought that Her Majesty the Queen would bestow justice on him, the old lady backhandedly awarded Wilmut the title of knight in recognition of his great contribution in the field of cloning.

The Queen has stated her position, and the government and the media naturally understand it, and the "freedom of the press" that the Western world has played countless times is staged again.

The voices supporting Campbell disappeared in an instant, but Wilmut was still the world's top biologist, father of cloned sheep, knight of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and a scientific research hero in the hearts of the British people.

It was this blow that made Campbell's life completely degenerate.

He wandered around in various third-rate laboratories, relying on his status as a research partner of Dolly the Sheep to cheat food and drink.

Because he knew that as long as he worked hard to find a breakthrough, he would be buried by Wilmut or even the power of the British government.

That being the case, alcohol may be your best friend.

Campbell raised his head and looked at the excessively young Eastern man in front of him.

He smiled and stretched out his hand, and said, "Mr. Zhang, I am very glad that you can hire me. I can bring you the latest technology from the Roslyn Institute. You will never regret it!"

………………

ps: Don’t take the novel seriously. I just felt emotional after hearing Campbell’s deeds, so I hope to give him a good ending in the novel.

So Campbell's timeline has changed, about 15 years younger.

In reality, Campbell was depressed and alcoholic all his life.Finally, on October 12, 10, he died of drunken suicide.

Wilmut, however, was still held high by the British and placed on the altar to admire.

However, on October 12, 10, three days after Campbell's suicide, this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine was awarded to Yamanaka Shinya and not to Wilmut.

This may be the only consolation in this "Edison" story.

However, it is also doubtful whether the Nobel Prize boycotted Wilmut because of Campbell's suicide.

After all, Dolly the sheep is more famous than it is, so it is not particularly surprising that it cannot win the Nobel Prize.

(End of this chapter)