From small clinic to medical empire

Chapter 290 The reincarnation of history, in order to raise the flag
Haoran Biomedical Laboratory, Department of Insects.

The Department of Insects, which single-handedly raised the year-end award of the whole hospital, seems to be the star department in Haoran Medical.

Liu Xiaonan achieved financial freedom at a young age, and is currently preparing for the final exam.

On the contrary, the other members of the experimental team have basically gone through the formalities of suspension of school and devoted themselves to the work of the laboratory with all their strength.

If the outside world knows that the average age of this professional team, which has created a wealth myth of US$12 billion in more than three months, is less than 23 years old, they will be amazed.

Dai Shijun is the one who raises the average age in this team.

29-year-old Dai Shijun is good at DNA extraction technology and meta-analysis. He is a researcher who was recruited from Liu Xiaonan's reverse poaching from S University's laboratory.

Although the research and development level is not outstanding, but he has a professional background and solid basic skills.

He is the most important researcher outside Liu Xiaonan's core team.

……

"Teacher Dai, do you think I did this step of chromatography correctly?"

On this day, Liu Xiaoliang was helping in the laboratory.

Having cleaned all the test tubes, he used the discarded raw materials to conduct the DNA extraction experiment under the guidance of Dai Shijun.

Although he reported clinical medicine instead of basic medicine, Liu Xiaoliang found that he seemed to prefer the laboratory.

Moreover, the example of blood earning from the Department of Insects came first, and Liu Xiaoliang and his classmates did not think that doing scientific research equals a poor life.

Dai Shijun took the test tube with a smile, looked at the reagents, and said with a smile, the water bath method is wrong, I will show you again.

Seeing the senior's skillful technique and gentle attitude, Liu Xiaoliang couldn't help showing admiration in his eyes.

"Xiao Liang, I heard that you have a cousin studying in Boston?"

Dai Shijun asked seemingly unintentionally while shaking the test tube.

"Ah, yes...Did the pipe tell you? This guy..."

Liu Xiaoliang said, "That is the son of my uncle's family. He has been very good since he was a child. Compared with him, I just..."

"What do you say, you have to believe in yourself!"

Dai Shijun encouraged, but there was a trace of contempt in the eyes under the glasses.

……

Boston Massachusetts School of Medicine, the top [-] medical schools in the United States.

At this time, a tense test is in progress.

In the classroom that can accommodate 200 people, there are only [-] candidates at this time, and there is a large space between the candidates.

This is enough to illustrate the importance of this year-end test.

Among all the candidates, the vast majority are white or Jewish, but there are also a dozen Asians and five or six Indians.

As for Africans, there are none.

Because in the United States, medical majors are notoriously difficult to enter, with many courses and a high elimination rate.

Even if blacks barely get into medical school with huge extra points, they are quickly eliminated because of their grades.

Therefore, there are many black nurses, but few black doctors.

Among the Asian students who are writing hard at the moment, there are actually only six real Asian students studying abroad, and the rest are all native Asians.

(Indians, Arabs are generally not referred to as Asians.)
Among the six people, there are three Chinese, one Japanese, and two Vietnamese.

At this time, a round-faced Chinese boy raised his hand.

The invigilator reluctantly walked over.

"What do you want? If it's about the content of the exam question, I won't answer it."

"Sorry, Mr. Examiner, I would like to ask, what does this word mean?"

As he spoke, the round-faced boy pointed to a word in the stem of the question and asked in a low voice.

"Teacher, I don't know what this word means. According to the exam rules, you should be able to ask questions, right?"

"Merry-go-round?"

"Excuse me, does this mean praying before meals?"

This boy with a round face is Liu Xiaoliang's cousin, Liu Liliang.

Step by step from the countryside, he was admitted to a 985 university, and won a scholarship to study abroad. Liu Xiaoliang's English level cannot be said to be poor.

But most Chinese lexicons obviously don't include words like "merry-go-round".

Literally speaking, it was praying, walking, and circling. Liu Liliang's first reaction should be some kind of prayer.

But it doesn't make sense at all to substitute the future into the title stem.

This vocabulary made him fall into a blind spot of knowledge.

However, it was such a small question that made the white examiner look unhappy, and said with a cold snort:
"It's a round thing with columns connected to it."

Liu Liliang frowned, "You mean the birthday cake?"

This time, the patience of the white examiner finally ran out. He suddenly slapped the table and asked all the candidates loudly:

"Is there anyone among you who doesn't know what a merry-go-round is?"

Suddenly, the examination room was filled with denials and laughter.

For a moment, it seemed that Liu Liliang was a clown standing in front of the stage.

"Professor, what do you mean? As a student from a different cultural background, is there a problem with not understanding this word?"

Liu Liliang's face turned red and he argued hard.

It's hard to imagine that if it was in China, an international student would be ridiculed by the crowd because he couldn't understand the uncommon words on the test paper.

I'm afraid the teacher in the examination room can't wait to get up on his stomach and help him finish the papers, right?

Liu Liliang was sure that he was definitely not the only one who didn't know what a "merry-go-round" was.

At least those few Asian students must not know.

But when Liu Liliang turned his head away, he did not see the expected support figure.

The Japanese is still doing his own thing.

The Vietnamese followed the white people and booed.

The two Chinese classmates shrank their heads and avoided his gaze, as if they had nothing to do with them.

Indians are still the most united. Taking advantage of this chaotic opportunity, a few Indians secretly exchanged test papers and got half of the answers right.

Liu Liliang stood in his place, feeling an inexplicable anger in his heart.

Forget about other Asians, but my Chinese compatriots don't even have the courage to face their own eyes!
It's far more annoying than being laughed at by white people.

At this time, the invigilator said again: "Chinaman, whether you really don't know or not, let me tell you that merry-go-round means merry-go-round."

"I guess, you must not have a carousel in China."

There was another burst of louder laughter.

……

After the exam was over, Liu Liliang stopped two Chinese classmates, a man and a woman.

"You know what merry-go-round means?"

"I don't know, thanks to you." The girl replied with some embarrassment, "Otherwise I would just leave that question blank."

"Then why don't you stand up?"

"Didn't you ask?"

"I mean, when the professor asked if anyone didn't know the meaning of the word, why didn't you speak?"

"Why bother? One more thing is worse than one less thing. There will be Professor Ross's class next semester. Why bother talking back to him..."

"But this is very obvious racial discrimination. If it happened to a black person, he would have been fired long ago!"

"I decided to sue him at the school supervisory committee, will you come?"

"No, don't take us with you if you want to die!"

The boy waved his hands quickly and then said, "Li Liang, don't think about that. I'm having a treat tonight with Senior Sister Fu. Are you coming?"

The girl said in surprise: "Huh? Senior Sister Fu has come to Boston? That's great. I want to ask her how to get into a job in a big company like Ruier Group."

"Sister Fu? Fu Hanhan?" Liu Liliang pouted.

This senior sister Fu is three years older than them, and she is also well-known in the circle of international students in Boston.

It was not because she entered a big company like Arrail Group, but because she was forced to move four times by black people.

The Boston University area is a relatively safe area in North America.

But there are still some idle blacks wandering around, making a living on all kinds of chicken and dog robbery.

For example, they will wear hip-hop clothes and have a bunch of so-called "self-acting" CDs.

On the street, he will warmly invite you to listen to his CD.

But as soon as you take the earphones, a group of black people will immediately surround you and ask you to buy the CD.

This is considered a more elegant method.

In many cases, they will lie in ambush on the side of the road and directly rob them.

Over time, blacks discovered that Asians, especially Chinese, seem to be particularly easy to grab.

Sometimes the Chinese start paying for necklaces before they gather around or say anything.

Much faster than the French surrendered.

And Fu Hanhan is the best among those who reverse the milk method.

During a robbery by a black man, she hurriedly took out all the $[-] she had on her.

This made the old black men's eyes go straight.

You know, they are lucky enough to rob with their own skills, and sometimes they even fight with each other, and each time they get only twenty or thirty dollars.

As a result, if I frightened casually, this Chinese chick took out five hundred dollars!
What else is there to think about?

Since then, even though Fu Hanhan has moved four times, he still cannot get rid of the flock of black "beggars".

So when a classmate mentioned this sister Fu, Liu Liliang scoffed.

"Okay, okay, Liliang, stop thinking about unrealistic things, we are not those who only know that we will kill red fans no matter how far away, we are all future Chinese elites."

"See you at the old place tonight, I'll call you then! Goodbye!"

Looking at the two classmates who went away, Liu Liliang was a little confused and lost.

"Even if he is far away, he will be punished... Is there anything wrong..." Shaking his head, Liu Liliang put his schoolbag on his back and disappeared lonely into the crowd.

In the end, he did not report the professor's racist words and deeds.

It's just that that night, he drank a lot at the party and was completely drunk.

……

beep-

"Hey, Mr. Dai, my business has been settled. When is it convenient for you?"

"Okay, then two days later, on New Year's Day, I'll be waiting for you in Xiangjiang."

"Don't worry, haven't we all arranged it? No one will doubt you."

"And it's just a commercial secret. Even if you are held accountable, we Arrail Group will protect you."

"As soon as the limelight passes, the position of president of Arrail Medical Greater China is ready for you at any time."

"Then it's a pleasure to work together!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

As soon as she hung up the phone, the woman coughed violently.

The sun shone through the window, reflecting on an extremely thin face, and the skin had not much luster.

The owner of this face is Fu Hanhan, a new executive of Ruier Group.

Few people in the company know why this sickly Chinese female executive was promoted so quickly.

But she knows very well that her only value is her Chinese nationality and her contacts in major domestic research institutes.

Dai Shijun was her classmate in a laboratory when she was a graduate student.

And there are very few people who know this relationship.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Fu Hanhan coughed violently again, and even coughed up a trace of blood.

"Hanhan!"

At this time, Ms. Jia came in with a bowl of porridge, saw her daughter coughing up blood, and hurried forward, "Don't work, let's go to the hospital quickly! Your health is important!"

"mom!"

Fu Hanhan pushed her mother away, "Now is the most critical moment in my career. Whether I can be naturalized and whether I can truly become a senior executive of the company depends on this time!"

Naturalization…

What a distant yet familiar vocabulary!

Ms. Jia couldn't help but think of her ancestors.

Back then, they worked desperately to help the Manchurians, and finally they were honorably raised the flag and became naturalized.

And the reincarnation of fate has lasted for nearly 400 years, it seems that this time, it can be promoted to a higher level.

only……

Is my daughter's body able to take it?
Hanhan has been frail and sick since she was a child. Some time ago, she even imitated other people's methods of using insects to lose weight!
What a crime, a little girl who is 1.6 meters five and less than one hundred catties, how can she lose weight!
Organized by herself, she lost her temper...

"Hanhan, don't work yourself too hard. The worst case... The worst case is that we go back to China... We still have two houses in the imperial capital..."

"I finally came out, how can I go back?"

Fu Hanhan immediately jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

She pushed her mother out of the room, "Mom, I still have work, and I have to go to Xiangjiang tomorrow, so don't disturb me!"

With that said, she slammed the door shut.

Taking a breath, Fu Hanhan shook his head.

Since trying the medicine for Mr. Ruier, his health has become even worse.

But it is precisely in this way that it has won the trust of the group.

After you've been busy for a while, go for a physical examination.

As long as you have money, American medical care is so developed, you will be fine.

Now...

Just boil it again!
Get the information and you're done!
And that Liu Liliang...

Fu Hanhan looked at several photos of himself and him on the phone, and couldn't help showing a wry smile.

He is a handsome guy, but unfortunately he is a fool.

Dai Shijun was really too careful, and even played a trick of blaming others.

After all that has been done, why should we do that?
But this idiot didn't even think about it. After he handed over the research materials to the group, what value would he have?
With his scientific research ability, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible to be the main developer.

President of Greater China?

dreaming too!
This is my position!
Fu Hanhan shook his head and dried the blood with a paper towel.

Then turn on the laptop and start reporting the progress of the work to Roger, Stephen and others.

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Thanks to Bingxuehua Liuli for rewarding 500 starting coins!
Thank you Shen Fengyue for rewarding 100 starting coins!
(End of this chapter)