Chapter 69 Do You Know What You Are Talking About? 【Get a top-of-the-line Maybach. 】 【Received 55 in cash. 】 【Received 15 in cash. 】 【Achieve master-level skating skills. 】 【Get master-level acupuncture and massage techniques. 】 Two golds came out in a row. As for Maybach. Cheng Ming wants to ask, does your family wholesale luxury cars? A pharmaceutical system that does not reward prescriptions and technology but rewards luxury cars all day long is probably a bit unethical. However, acupuncture and massage techniques are indeed very useful to Cheng Ming. He has mastered master-level diagnostic techniques, which are general diagnostic techniques and include both Western medical diagnosis and traditional Chinese medicine's three-dimensional diagnosis.
With diagnostic technology combined with the treatment technology of "acupuncture and massage", Cheng Ming can now be considered a doctor who can treat and save lives. A weird doctor who only knows how to use acupuncture and massage. If you acquire a skill in medication, you will become a real doctor. If you add surgical skills, you will become a Western doctor. If you draw the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, you can become a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. Unproven medical technology is just for your own use. With the medical skills at hand, you won't be at a loss if you have a headache or fever in the future. Anyway, with the lessons learned from the previous fake medicine case, it is impossible for him to practice medicine himself to save people. After packing up, Cheng Ming came to the company and went directly to the chairman's office on the eighth floor. Wen Yilin comes in. "What do you want me to do?" Cheng Ming asked. Wen Yilin frowned. "Boss, the leukemia drug has already started to be distributed, but it's not as smooth as expected." "How could that be?" Cheng Ming was surprised. "It may be that Gleevec has a preconceived notion. Patients are used to taking Gleevec, and it is difficult to get them to trust other manufacturers," said Wen Yilin. In fact, she knew that if it were not for the fact that some patients with acute leukemia had no choice but to choose Yinhai's medicine. Sales may be even lower. Cheng Ming fell into deep thought. This is indeed difficult to handle. It is certain that their special medicine is better than Gleevec, but patients don’t quite believe it. Suppose that some patients with acute leukemia may realize the power of the special medicine after taking it, and then they will spread the benefits of the special medicine by word of mouth, but the speed of word of mouth is too slow. Is there any good way to speed this up?
"Boss, how about you go and select the Nobel Prize winners?" “Although the liver cancer drug is not widely available, it has saved tens of thousands of lives. But this drug is so special that it is definitely worthy of a Nobel Prize.” "No one in our Dragon Country has won the Nobel Prize in Medicine for many years. If you win, you will definitely become famous, and then the special medicine will naturally sell much better." Upon hearing this, Cheng Ming felt that what Wen Yilin said made a lot of sense. Although he has a great reputation on the Internet, it is ultimately just a small thing compared to the overall environment. Moreover, the information on the Internet naturally gives people a sense of unreality, and many people do not believe Cheng Ming. Winning a Nobel Prize is indeed a good way to go. "But, there has never been a precedent for a Chinese medicine prescription winning a Nobel Prize, right?" "How will you know if you don't try?" "Okay." Cheng Ming said, "Then how do we participate in the selection?" Cheng Mingzhen has never paid attention to this issue. "The Nobel Prize in Medicine must be nominated by a member of the Nobel Committee or the head of an authoritative medical organization around the world, and selected by the Nobel Committee of Physicians." "There will be no more than ten people in Dragon Country who are eligible for nomination." Cheng Ming was stunned: "That should be difficult, right?" "It doesn't matter. We now have specific drugs for liver cancer and leukemia. There should be people willing to help with the nomination. I'll try to find someone." Wen Yilin said. "Okay, I'll leave this to you." Cheng Ming really didn't want to be upset about this kind of thing. The two chatted about some other issues in the office for a while, and suddenly there were footsteps and noisy sounds outside the office. "This Boss Cheng is so arrogant!" "Do you really think you can be so arrogant just because you developed two special medicines?" "Look how long you've left me here? You've already come to the company, but you don't want to see me?" The angry voice seemed to come from an old man. There seemed to be another person trying to dissuade him. "Teacher Fu, please wait a moment." "The boss may have something important to discuss with Mr. Wen." This is Ge Boming's voice. Cheng Ming then remembered that Ge Boming said his teacher, Professor Fu Qing, was waiting for him. "What's so important? You've already come to the company, can't you see me, an old man, first?" "I'm going to see what kind of person he is today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the office door was violently pushed open. An old man in his sixties strode in with a few young people. Following behind was the anxious Ge Boming. As soon as Ge Boming came in, he apologized to Cheng Ming: "Boss, I'm sorry, this is my teacher, Professor Fu Qing from Haicheng Medical University. He has been waiting for you in the company for a whole morning, so..." Cheng Ming waved his hand to indicate that he didn't care. The old man named Fu Qing was dressed in a suit and looked very stylish, but there was still anger on his face. He looked down at Cheng Ming. "Are you Cheng Ming?" Cheng Ming had a blank expression on his face: "I am, what do you want?" Fu Qing nodded. He waved his hand, and several young people who looked like students behind him closed the office door. Only four people were left in the office: Cheng Ming, Wen Yilin, Fu Qing, and Ge Boming. Fu Qing walked around Cheng Ming in a familiar manner and sat down at the main seat at the coffee table next to him. "Let's not talk about what happened before." "I believe Berming has already told you who I am. I came here today mainly to discuss with you my joining the Yinhai Pharmaceutical Laboratory." Cheng Ming was a little confused. Join Yinhai Lab? When did I agree to let you join? Cheng Ming looked at Ge Boming who was standing beside him. The latter had an embarrassed look on his face. Before he could ask anything, Fu Qing spoke again. The old man spoke in a solemn voice. “I joined the lab on two conditions.” "First, I won't actually participate in the research. I'll just be a figurehead." "Second, I need to write a paper on the leukemia drug project. Just give me the second author's name." "You guys in Yinhai really need a Nobel Prize now, right? As long as you can do these, I can help you get the Nobel nomination. How about that?" After hearing the end, Cheng Ming finally understood. It turns out that he came here to take advantage of the research results. No, it’s that direct? As soon as this old man came in, he sat there directly. If you didn't know him, you would think he was the real owner of Yinhai. Just now Wen Yilin said that there are no more than ten authoritative people in the country who are qualified to nominate Long. Cheng Ming was surprised that this old man actually has such connections. But Cheng Ming really didn't like the old man's attitude. He said directly: "We in Yinhai don't need researchers like you, you can go back."
As the words fell, the air around them froze. Ge Boming and Wen Yilin were both very surprised, but old man Fu Qing had never expected that Cheng Ming would actually reject him. His eyes on his skinny face were so wide that they were almost bulging out of their sockets. "You, do you know what you are saying?" (End of this chapter)