Supreme Pharmacist System Chapter 42: This is impossible

"It's just inexplicable."

Wang Huiyao couldn't help but say something.

When Wang Huiyao's wife asked what was wrong, Wang Huiyao couldn't help but spit out a few words.

Wang Huiyao's wife said, "Why don't you take a look, what if it's real?"

"How is that possible? This probability is lower than 10 million in the lottery."

Wang Huiyao's wife stopped talking.

After Wang Huiyao finished speaking, he was still not relieved, and said angrily: "The young people today are more impetuous than each other. They are full of water and do not move. Half of the water is swaying. The level is not very good.

"It's alright, let's eat. Who hasn't come here since they were young?"

"Then I didn't dare to brag about this when I was young!"

“…”

After dinner, Wang Huiyao sat on the sofa to rest for a while.

I don't know why, but Zhou Wen's words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help turning on the phone.

He wants to witness how "wonderful" Zhou Wen's paper is?

"Genetic Modification Technology of Rice Aphids"

Just seeing the title of this thesis made Wang Huiyao very angry.

He has studied rice aphids for half his life. Although he has always used the name of biotechnology, people in the industry know that he is just selling dog meat.

Of course, it's the same across the country.

Because of this, he hates people showing this kind of thing in front of him very much, because he knows too well how difficult genetic modification is!

There is no research institute in China that can really settle down to do this.

At first it was too difficult and almost impossible to succeed.

Another one, the effort is not proportional to the income. If you have this energy, it is better to study and research the chemical killing formula.

And he did just that before, selling a lot of chemical formulas over the years.

Wang Huiyao looked down at a glance.

The beginning without any bright spots, and even familiar shadows can be seen in the language structure. Not surprisingly, this beginning should be copied, but the language has been reorganized.

"How dare you speak out about genetic modification?" Wang Huiyao said contemptuously.

Although it is an unspoken rule, undergraduate students are considered qualified if their citation rate is lower than 30%.

But he copied it at the beginning, and later he believed it would not be much better.

Continue looking down.

"Huh?"

What Wang Huiyao didn't expect was that the following is not the common conjectural narrative, but the experimental process and experimental results, with a large number of experimental pictures.

Wang Huiyao frowned.

Begin to read ten lines at a time, and slowly read paragraph by paragraph.

Then, look at it one by one.

Looking at it, he starts to look back again.

Then study the strange pictures of rice aphids on the pictures, and then combine the data.

Wang Huiyao's eyes widened, his breathing became faster and faster, his fingers holding the phone began to tremble, and he murmured, "This, this, this is impossible..." /

…

Zhou Wen was very busy this week. He basically spent most of his time in the library, searching for various materials and documents. While writing his thesis, he was also preparing for the next defense meeting.

This is not an ordinary dissertation, but a very dissertation, almost reaching the level of CNS.

To put it simply, it is enough to reach the level of Yan Ning and Shi Yigong.

If this kind of paper is sent out, it will definitely cause an uproar in the domestic biological community.

However, it is a bit shocking to say that a person has completed the genetic modification of rice aphids alone, so he not only needs to tell the story, but also find 1~2 supporting characters to cooperate with him to tell the story.

The genetic modification technology itself, this is relatively easy, anyway, it has been successfully transformed, what does he say.

He said he fell and accidentally knocked over the test tube. The heavy metal pesticide in the test tube was spilled on the rice leaves, which made him discover the formula by accident.

Who has an opinion?

So the process is not important, but the result.

However, in order to avoid arousing suspicion from too many people, the development process needs to be "artistically processed".

He already has a rough draft.

After Zhou Wen called Wang Huiyao, he went straight back to the dormitory building.

I have been busy researching materials and writing papers these past few days, and I have been living in the school.

But he's moving in tonight.

Back in the bedroom, Lu Niang and Liu Yukun happened to be there.

When Lu Niang saw Zhou Wen coming in, she looked at the shoulder bag and trolley case on the bed and said, "Are you renting a house outside?"

Zhou Wen nodded, "Well, at Maple Leaf Lane."

Liu Yukun joked: "The rent in Maple Leaf Lane is so expensive, is your salary enough?"

"It's alright, I'm sharing with someone else."

Deer Mother said: "I remember that there is no hospital near Maple Leaf Lane. Zhou Wen, which hospital do you work in?"

Zhou Wen said before that he worked in the testing department of the "First Hospital", and everyone in the dormitory heard it as a "hospital".

For a biology undergraduate student like Zhou Wen, how could any decent hospital want him?

So in order to take care of his face, no one asked in detail.

Zhou Wen smiled and said, "Affiliated hospital."

"What, you work in the First Hospital?"

"Is it true? You didn't say...recumbent, you were talking about a hospital, we thought it was a hospital."

Both Lu Niang and Liu Yukun were speechless.

Liu Yukun then asked, "Then what are you doing?"

"That is, extract the DNA of the white mice and do PCR experiments."

"How much is the monthly salary?"

"Uh... 7000."

"Fuck, the salary is so high?"

Liu Yukun and Lu Niang were both stunned. Generally, undergraduates like them, unless it is a popular major, or they will only be two or three thousand yuan if they die during the internship period.

For a biology undergraduate student like Zhou Wen, it is rare to get 7,000 per month during the internship period.

Then Liu Yukun asked Lu Niang a lot of questions.

When they finally heard Zhou Wen say that he had a system, the two of them were dumbfounded.

Although everyone never said it, they basically recognized a fact in their hearts. In a short time after graduation, Zhou Wenhui would be the most miserable person in the dormitory.

As a result, who would have thought that he would end up with an "iron rice bowl" without a life expectancy, and the treatment was so good, with six insurances and one housing fund, housing allowances, car allowances, and meals.

This kind of job is simply their dream.

"Lao Zhou, you are so boring, you didn't tell us about finding such a good job!"

"Hey Lao Zhou, tell us the truth, are you related to your family, and you can actually get a contract for the establishment of the first hospital."

"Nonsense, he has never participated in the hospital's unified admissions exam, it must have something to do with it, it's still worth thinking about..."

The two of them sang and reconciled, describing Zhou Wen as a son of an aristocratic family with a profound background, who came out to experience the sufferings of the world.

"Hehe, it's been four years, everyone, I have a background, you don't know, it's just a little luck..."

Zhou Wen roughly explained the reasons why he got the system.

And humbly said, "luck" accounted for most of the reasons.

Lu Niang and Liu Yukun were filled with emotion after hearing it.

I'm not a three-year-old child, so how can I believe in luck? It can only show that Zhou Wen must have made unimaginable efforts in the three years they couldn't see.

Now everything is just the inevitable result of the flowers.

It's just that my heart is really sour.

The two took Zhou Wen all the way to the school gate, just in time for a Didi car.

"When you are on vacation, I will come to play with you."

"Okay, welcome anytime. Then I'll go first?"

"Hmmmm..."

Lu Niang and Liu Yukun watched Zhou Wen's Didi car leave~IndoMTL.com~ Then Lu Niang sighed: "Another one..."

…

Zhou Wen received a call from Wang Huiyao on the way.

This was both within his expectations and beyond his expectations.

Unsurprisingly, as long as Wang Huiyao has read his thesis, it is impossible not to call him.

Unexpectedly, I didn't expect Wang Huiyao to call him so quickly.

As soon as the call was connected, Wang Huiyao asked impatiently, "You really wrote the paper?"

Zhou Wen: "Yes, Professor Wang."

"Are you sure?"

"It's true!"

"But...that...you..."

Wang Huiyao has too many questions to ask Zhou Wen, but for a while he doesn't know where to start and what should he ask?

After thinking about it for a while, Wang Huiyao said in a negotiating tone, "Well, come to my office tomorrow morning if you have time."

Zhou Wen hesitated for a moment and said, "Professor Wang, can you do it tomorrow afternoon? There is still some work to be done in the unit in the morning."

"OK."

Hanging up the phone, Zhou Wen rubbed his phone and pondered...

Fifteen minutes later.

The entrance of Room 1101, Unit 6, Fengye Lane Community.

Zhou Wen put down the lockbox push rod and took out the key from his pocket to open the door.

Inserted into the keyhole and rotated twice, the door opened with a "click".

He opened the security door and subconsciously glanced inside the house.

As a result, I saw two girls wearing white T-shirt sweatshirts + black shorts, dancing to the music in the middle of the living room.

The big uu, bound in the suspenders, danced up and down with the rhythm of their beating, shaking violently...