I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 510 - 508: I Can’t Walk Because My Legs Are Numb from Squatting to Poop

"Kid, how did that brag of yours from yesterday turn out? If you can't produce the plan, you might as well not have come today; I'd be embarrassed for you to see me," Zhang Menglong teased on the phone early in the morning.

Last night, after taking the elixir Zhang Menglong had given him, he woke up feeling as if he'd been reborn; he hadn't felt this relaxed in decades.

"Hey, you're challenging me now, huh? Turn on your fax, I'll send over a report first for your friend to check out," Zhang Menglong said with a laugh, "and you'd better come pick me up in your car if you want to see me later, otherwise I'm not coming!"

"Calling you fat and you really start to huff and puff, okay, I'm waiting!"

"Hmph, no one at the National Science Department is getting a day off today!" Zhang Menglong hung up the phone and found an excuse to sneak into the Super God Academy.

"Where is everyone?" Zhang Menglong yelled, "Are you trying to get into Eastern Depot? Oh come on..."

"Here we come!"

Newton, Copernicus, Einstein, and others ran out from a portal, each holding a stack of documents, with heavy dark circles under almost everyone's eyes.

To them, these research projects were child's play, but explaining these things clearly with current basic physics and technology levels indeed took a lot of their energy.

More than a hundred projects, more than a hundred of files, all together could almost fill a car.

"Dean, mission accomplished!" Newton wiped the sweat from his forehead; after working day and night, he had finally managed to save his brethren.

"Not bad, not bad," Zhang Menglong patted the thick stack of documents; these were enough to advance Huaxia's scientific and technological levels by at least five to ten years!

"You guys have worked hard; I'll raise your salaries next year!" Zhang Menglong patted Newton's shoulder.

Newton and the others were speechless as if they were getting paid to begin with; even if they had salaries, there was nowhere to spend it, being eternal slaves to the Super God Academy was their destiny.

Back at his residence, Zhang Menglong directly faxed a document to Old Zhou.

Over a hundred pages, it could even pass for a doctoral thesis.

Of course, Old Zhou wasn't involved in academic research; he simply couldn't understand these things and casually passed the document to Old Xu.

Old Xu, referred to here, is a retired academician named Xu Dengfeng, now in his nineties but still robust and always restless, so the state entrusted him with organizing all the major scientific research projects each year.

Although there was always a large project evaluation group each year, the final approval of the projects still required Xu Dengfeng's decision, as he believed only those genuinely capable of undertaking these projects deserved the national projects.

The document Zhang Menglong sent over was a technical plan called "Targeted Cancer Cell Treatment," which involved locating cancer cells with a certain isotope and precisely targeting them with nanoscale slow-release particles.

Cancer research has always been a global focus, an unshakable priority in scientific research projects.

Academician Xu's expertise was in high-energy physics, a field far from understanding this plan that encompassed chemistry, biology, and medicine. He immediately contacted a friend of his.

Academician Xu's friend, an 83-year-old professor who was also an academician, began trembling with his hands halfway through reviewing the research plan.

This wasn't just a planning report; it was practically a strategy guide!

The plan covered everything from drug preparation to testing, and then to mass production, including detailed introductions and even predicted experimental results.

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In other words, as long as someone had this document and if the data were accurate, with the right equipment, they could fully realize this project.

The suggested approach in this project book was highly innovative, even surpassing contemporary understanding, but with his academic level, the feasibility of this plan was likely very high, requiring just a little time to verify the data!

If all the data matched expectations, they could complete the drug testing in half a month, and move to human testing in another half; as long as the results were problem-free, they could immediately start mass production!

The only pity was that the drug mentioned in this document was effective only against stomach cancer.

But stomach cancer is currently the type of cancer with the largest proportion. If stomach cancer were conquered, it could almost be said that humans had defeated half of all cancers.

He had researched cancer his whole life and considered himself an authority on the subject, but in the presence of the owner of this proposal, he felt like his level was that of a primary school student compared to an academician.

He had merely slowed down the spread of cancer cells and controlled the progression of the disease, but there were some side effects on healthy cells as well.

Yet others could directly achieve targeted treatment, which had hardly any impact on the human body, and it was a cure!

What did this mean? It was a blessing for all humanity!

"Old Xu, where did this project plan come from?" he immediately shared his opinion with Xu Dengfeng.

"It was Old Zhou who gave it to me. What do you think?"

"The thinking is very advanced, and the feasibility is high. If we officially start experimental testing, a preliminary research results report could be obtained within a month!"

"Is it that impressive?" Xu Dengfeng immediately stood up, "Guard! Guard!"

"Academician Xu, what is it?"

"Help me arrange a vehicle; I need to go to Old Zhou's place!"

"Wait a minute, stop by my place and pick me up. I'm going too!"

...

"Thud, thud, thud," the door to Old Zhou's house was almost busted open by a series of urgent knocks, "Old Zhou! Open up!"

"Why have you come?" Old Zhou looked puzzled. Although they both lived in Yanjing, Academician Xu was famously averse to going out, except to his own home and research institute—it would be considered his loss if he went anywhere else!

And not just him, another high-ranking academician from the Medical Academy had come along with him.

"Cut the chat, where is he?" Academician Xu began searching through his yard.

"Who?"

"The person who gave you this data!"

"This data..."

"Old Gao said, this thing exceeds our current level by too much. Hurry and call this person out. This national project must be handed over to him. If he's unwilling to take it, I'll go directly to the chairman and have him personally request it!"

"Isn't that a bit exaggerated?" Old Zhou had never seen Academician Xu so agitated.

"You don't understand!" said Academician Gao, "Right now, the whole world is researching cancer treatments. If we are the first to produce results, the entire world's medical field will recognize us, Huaxia, as the authority. With such a promising project report in hand, how can I not be excited?"

This data, aside from a portion of core molecular formulas that was obscured, contained very complete information; otherwise, Professor Xu might have even considered unilaterally retaining this report without making a sound.

"But you've made a wasted trip," Old Zhou said with a resigned smile. "This data was faxed to me; the person isn't in my house."

"Then tell him if he's willing to take on this project, he can name whatever research funding he needs—30 million, 50 million. If that's not enough, I'll apply for more! This thing could advance our country's cancer treatment technology by at least five to ten years ahead of Western countries!" Academician Xu offered.

"This kid," Old Zhou thought, shocked by the magnitude of what Zhang Menglong had concocted in just one evening—the potential was indeed very high.

"You sly kid, hurry over here. Someone wants to meet you!" Old Zhou quickly informed Zhang Menglong.

"Come over? Sorry, Old Zhou, I took too long on the toilet just now and my legs went numb. I can't walk if no one comes to pick me up!"