The Great Medical Saint

Horace snapped, "Every time, it's about taking this down or that down. You think you're so damn impressive, don't you? My grandson got beaten up, and I can't just let this slide." Brad said coldly, "As long as no one uses a gun and doesn't exploit their position, you can do whatever you want. I don't care what happens!"

Horace gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, if that's how it's going to be, don't blame me if I turn Lambda City upside down!"

With that, he slammed the phone down on the ground. It bounced and rolled for some distance before coming to a stop.

Horace cursed through clenched teeth, "Just wait, you old man. With your terminal illness, you're not long for this world. When you're gone, I'll take out all my anger on your family."

Adam's eyes widened in shock. It was the first time he'd heard that Brad had a terminal illness.

Horace let out a few more curses, then instructed, "Pick the strongest fighters from the entire army and bring all the elite soldiers to me. Tell them that whoever avenges Isaac will be promoted ten ranks!"

Adam ran through the ranks in his head, from Private and Corporal to Sergeant, Staff Sergeant, Second Lieutenant, First Lieutenant, Captain, Major, Battalion Commander, Deputy Regimental Commander, and Colonel.

It was unprecedented for a Private to be promoted directly to Colonel. However, he knew Horace meant every word he said.

He immediately responded, "I'll go pick the men right now, only those who can take on ten people at once."

...

At the medical forum exhibition area in Lambda City, Matthew placed a glass of water in front of Emily. "The interview is finally over. Here, have a drink," he said.noveldrama

Emily was surprised that Matthew had personally poured her a drink. She stood up and said, "You shouldn't have. This is my job."

Matthew smiled and said, "Don't be so formal You've worked hard, so it's only right that I make sure you're taken care of. Here, have some. The water's been sitting here for a while, so it's not hot anymore."

Emily picked up the glass and, after checking, found it wasn't hot. Moved by the gesture, she drank it all in one go, parched from having spoken so much earlier. Once she finished, Matthew got to the point and said, "There's one thing I forgot to mention.

"The original purpose of establishing this laboratory was to research telomeres. I can provide you with funding, facilities, and talent for your project, but half of the team must focus on telomere research.

"That's the core reason for the lab's existence. If the purpose changes, setting up the lab would be pointless."

Emily was stunned and then slammed the table. She asked angrily, "Didn't you say you'd fully support my project? How can you suddenly change your mind? You're not sticking to your word!"

She'd thought she'd found someone who understood her and was ready to make a big move.

However, she didn't expect that she would have to cut half of them after assembling the necessary talent. Her time was valuable, and having only half the team wasn't sufficient for her experiment. Matthew smiled and said, "It's not that I'm going back on my word. It's just that your reputation is so well-known that I was a bit overwhelmed and lost my train of thought.

"I support you, which is why I'm willing to invest money, effort, and resources. But I don't think you'd ruin the lab I built, would you?"

He had seen researchers so focused

on their projects that they

overlooked social norms and the nuances of interpersonal

interactions. But that didn't mea

they were impersonal, which was why he said that.

This... Emily bit her lip, wanting to say that even if the laboratory were ruined, her experiment should still come first. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to voice it.