102: Chapter 102 Bearing the Blame

...

Third-Party Biotechnology, Switzerland District, Professor Delison's Research Laboratory, Sector B2.

The transparent glass shimmered with a cold light.

Hu Dalei lay on a specialized medical bed, his expression somewhat uneasy. It was already his third day in Switzerland, and aside from seeing Lin Fang once the day before yesterday, that kid hadn't shown his face again.

If not for the people here being very polite to him, Hu Dalei would have truly had the illusion that he had been sold.

"Good morning, Mr. Hu. I am Matt Delison, and I am also your attending physician today."

The sound of footsteps echoed as an ordinary-looking elderly man in a white lab coat pushed open the glass door and walked in, followed by an assistant pushing a small medical cart.

Hu Dalei's English was quite good and didn't require a translator. After Delison introduced himself, Hu Dalei's heart relaxed slightly; after all, the newcomer looked like an experienced professor.

"Mr. Hu, look, this is our company's latest development, the CN-01 Targeted Medicine. It has excellent curative effects on the hepatocellular carcinoma in your body. You will recover your health very soon."

Hu Dalei looked over; the transparent liquid inside the test tube appeared utterly ordinary.

Taking a deep breath, Hu Dalei nodded. "Alright, then I'll leave it to you, Professor Delison."

The assistant moved quickly to connect Hu Dalei to various monitoring devices. Delison skillfully picked up the medicine and injected it into an intravenous syringe.

"There might be a slight cooling sensation, please relax," Delison said.

The moment the medicine was pushed into his veins, Hu Dalei felt a slight sting, followed by a trace of coolness spreading through his body. Strangely, he felt no discomfort; instead, there was an inexplicable sense of comfort, as if his long-exhausted body was finally getting some rest.

A moment later, Hu Dalei actually fell asleep on the medical bed.

A few hours later,

the middle-aged man slowly woke up.

The pain brought by the disease had vanished. Feeling the refreshment throughout his body, Hu Dalei almost cried out in comfort.

Was he cured? Hu Dalei moved his body in disbelief; he seemed to have endless strength, feeling even healthier than before his cancer diagnosis.

Someone must have notified Delison.

Before long, Delison hurried in, holding a real-time monitoring report. "Mr. Hu, your tumor markers have dropped by 86%, and the liver lesions show a clear shrinking trend. CN-01's effect is exactly as expected."

"It will remain in your body for about 32 more hours. By then, you will be fully recovered. Congratulations on obtaining a New Life!"

As he finished, Delison's expression became fervent. After all, this drug of the century had come from his own hands.

Hearing his affirmation,

Hu Dalei felt a sense of surrealism, fearing that the current scene was illusory—a hallucination before death.

Just one injection and his illness was cured? And it was an incurable disease that had once been like the Grim Reaper.

Now, it was like having caught a mere cold.

For the first time, Hu Dalei truly felt the impact of this force called technology!

Although he hadn't been involved in the medical industry before, he understood the difficulty involved. To think there was such an incredible drug and such a high-end Research Institute in the world!

Unheard of!

After clicking his tongue in admiration a few times, Hu Dalei suddenly felt something was still not quite right. Wait, how could one injection make his body even better than before, as if he had grown several years younger?

Hearing his doubt,

Delison's eyes flickered as he flipped through the report in his hand. This was also what Delison found most puzzling.

CN-01 had never shown such a significant overall improvement effect; it was only supposed to target and repair diseased tissue, yet Hu Dalei's bodily functions seemed to have undergone a comprehensive optimization.

During this time, only that fellow Mite had come by, supposedly on the Boss's orders, and he had forbidden Delison from entering.

The company had too many secrets!

It made one instinctively want to pry, especially someone like Delison, who had spent his life on the path of pursuing truth.

Delison felt a bit jealous thinking about Mite's mysteriously acting fat face. Was it because he wasn't working hard enough that he couldn't access these things now?

"Mr. Hu, this is because..." The sixty-something Delison easily bluffed his way through, but because he hadn't lied in a long time, his voice was a bit hesitant.

It was truly difficult for him.

After removing the monitoring equipment from Hu Dalei, Delison continued, "Just observe for two more days, and you can go back."

"Deal!" Hu Dalei, newly recovered from his serious illness, said with a smile. "Professor Delison, how much did this treatment cost in total?"

Although it was his student, Hu Dalei never thought about getting a free ride; he would scrape together whatever amount was needed.

Hearing this, Delison's tone was somewhat surprised. "Mr. Hu, didn't my Boss tell you? You are among the first batch of clinical trial patients. To thank you for your support of Third-Party Technology's research, this medical service is entirely free."

"I heard you are also the Boss's teacher. Your spirit commands my respect."

Hu Dalei: ...

Didn't we agree I wasn't a guinea pig?

—

California, Americas.

A Central Continent youth was lying flat at a coastal open-air cafe.

The sunlight was just right.

Lin Fang sat up from his lounge chair after a comfortable yawn. He didn't think much of the message sent by Little Black; given Hu Dalei's condition, if he had to wait until the phase three clinical trials were over, Lin Fang might as well be sending funeral wreaths.

How could he be as lively and kicking as he was now?

He was only injected after the dozen or so people injected the day before yesterday showed no adverse reactions; that group was the real experimental subjects.

Looking at the blue and white sea, Lin Fang's gaze was indifferent.

Despite the secret help and financial grease from Pellegrini, the Rui Country Administrative Minister, there was no doubt that this clinical trial, which had been significantly moved forward, was still in a gray area.

It was enough to make some international medical or human rights organizations condemn it in writing and speech, issuing hysterical protests.

But Lin Fang wouldn't care about those. Could protests cure these people who were about to die?

No.

But he could!

Once CN-01 and other anti-cancer drugs hit the market, they would completely subvert the global anti-cancer drug market. Countless people would benefit. By spending just a tiny bit of money, they could buy back their lives from the gates of hell. Why wouldn't they?

This was great love; what did it matter if he had to bear some infamy?

"Sigh..."

Lin Fang sighed and put down the drink in his hand. He felt his burden had become a bit heavier.

The pale purple liquid in the glass appeared dreamlike in the sunlight.

"Hello, guest from the East. How is the taste of our shop's Serpent's Whisper?" a woman with a graceful figure and distinct mixed-race features walked over and asked warmly.

She was the owner of this shop, a Brazilian.

"According to our shop's rules, after a guest spends 1,000 USD, they can enjoy a free massage service."

Hearing "free,"

Lin Fang, who had originally intended to go to work, lay back down and squinted his eyes to enjoy the service of this beautiful owner.

At the edge of his vision, an island was vaguely visible.