Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Why does a sixty-seven-year-old man stay in a hair salon every day?

Is it the fault of the hair salon, or is the old man's love too erratic?

Leaders at all levels of the sub-district offices in the provinces, cities, and districts have fallen into thinking.

Some leaders with divergent thoughts couldn't help but come to Hedong University to try to conduct in-depth investigations.

"Hey, Chief Liu, why are you here?"

"Minister Ma, I still want to ask you why you suddenly left our district."

"Look at what you said, Professor Yang is the pride of our Hedong people. Now that such a big incident has happened, I have to come and take a look to rest assured. Heh, Secretary Zhou is here, very fast."

"Ha ha."

Several people looked at each other and laughed inexplicably.

From the time point of view, it is indeed quite fast.

Zhu Yongjun had only been "arrested and brought to justice" for a few hours. Everyone gathered together like a regular meeting, and they all had the same purpose...to understand the progress of the matter and help Comrade Yang Rui.

"Comrade Yang Rui, hello, hello, the experiment has not been affected." Director Liu held Yang Rui's hand tightly and shook it twice vigorously.

He wasn't like that before. Those who have come into contact with Director Liu of the Urban Construction Bureau are all impressed by his weak hands. Soft biubiu, wet jiji, slippery xixi, put it on and go, touch it and let it go, as if holding a negative magnetic pole in the palm of your hand.

Yang Rui didn't realize any of the characteristics of Director Liu's palm.

Director Liu actually always has a handkerchief in his pocket. Whenever he came into contact with the superiors, he would dry his hands with a handkerchief, and when he held them, he would deliberately force them a little harder.

In this way, Yang Rui felt that Director Liu had soft but hard palms.

"The experiment is fine, thanks to the leadership for their concern, without everyone's help, we couldn't find Zhu Yongjun so quickly." Yang Rui said politely.

Director Liu hurriedly said modestly: "I am older, you can just call me Lao Liu. Oh, as long as there is nothing wrong with the experiment, we are all worried that your laboratory is in trouble, then we will become eternal sinners... By the way , Professor Yang, what happened to Zhu Yongjun? Such a good person, why did he suddenly go to such a place?"

"It's impulsive." Yang Rui seemed like he didn't want to say too much.

Director Liu chuckled and didn't ask any further questions. He said a few more polite words and then backed off.

A few seconds later, another leader jumped up.

As Director Liu expected, Yang Rui couldn't hold on for an hour at all.

Normal people can't hold on to talking non-stop.

"Huang Mao, go and prepare an explanation session for everyone." Yang Rui received the guests for a while, and then slipped away without hesitation.

After receiving the task, Huang Mao had no choice but to prepare a lecture theater. After the leaders were introduced, Huang Mao, who stood on the stage, suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Although the country in the 1980s was promoting the rejuvenation of cadres, most of the so-called young cadres were young and middle-aged people in their forties or fifties.

Take a look at China's Young Writers Awards, or the study classes for young and middle-aged cadres. Those who did it in the 1980s and 1990s have an average age of 45. It seems that there is something mysterious about the 45-year-old line. like.

In fact, youth or middle-aged people have never been the mainstream among writers or officials. The average age of mainstream middle-aged people has gone to 55 years old, and the average age of middle-aged and old people is 25 years older than young and middle-aged people. This is the 1980s normality.

What Huang Mao saw today was a lecture theater covered with age spots.

"Okay, let's report what happened today." Huang Mao's articulation became a little sluggish, and he thought to himself, no wonder the big leaders read from manuscripts, which are not easy to make mistakes.

A group of middle-aged and elderly cadres sat upright, looking at Huang Mao, neither embarrassed by his embarrassment nor surprised by his stagnation.

Everyone just looked at him quietly.

quietly……

Feeling the heavy pressure, Huang Mao almost forgot the words he had thought up. He lowered his head and glanced at the notes.

It was only from the matter of throwing away the medicine that I started talking.

Everyone still looked at Huang Mao quietly.

It seemed that what Huang Mao said was a common thing.

As for the vibration in each person's heart, it is different from each other.

"Can you show us the record of the interrogation? I remember that there is a video recorder in the clinical experiment center." An official of the court system shouted.

Huang Mao paused for a moment, and said: "We videotaped the video, but because the main purpose of the interrogation was to get a quick answer, the camera was set up behind a single-sided glass, and the picture and sound were not very good. "

"An interrogation needs a good picture, as long as there is a picture." Everyone did not dislike it.

Huang Mao had no choice but to ask someone to get the video.

The clinical trial center is basically a national laboratory, and it is also under the leadership of governments at all levels. If people want to watch the video, they can always find a way.

A 29-inch imported TV was moved into the lecture hall and placed on the desk.

Two doctors helped to install the video recorder and other equipment.

A few minutes later, the doctor's voice sounded first: "Lu Yang, fifty-six years old this year, has severe coronary heart disease, a history of mild stroke, diabetes for twenty years, and liver and kidney lesions to varying degrees. The stones were removed..."

A group of leading cadres listened very carefully.

This was about the most serious meeting they had ever had.

Especially when Lu Yang said, "It can cure my hidden disease", there were whispers in the audience.

For middle-aged and elderly cadres, the "hidden disease" is really too clear.

However, they are not people who have never seen the world. A few years ago, the state-owned enterprises in Yunnan were still planning to export tiger bone wine and tiger penis wine. Those who are willing to try can basically drink it. As for folk doctors , the professors of the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, they have not had little contact with them.

For many people, hidden diseases do not need to be hidden too deeply, and it is enough not to disclose them publicly.

In terms of attraction, the main reason is that Lu Yang's qualifications are more attractive. Coronary heart disease and stroke history are nothing. Fifty-six years old, diabetes, liver and kidney disease, any of them will affect the performance of hidden diseases. Many people are deeply touched.

Lu Yang's video will run out soon.

After a short period of peace in the lecture theater, a new video tape was inserted into it.

Everyone could not help but sit up straight again.

The familiar face of Zhu Yongjun appeared on the TV.

Everyone has read the flyer more than once, and they are not unfamiliar with Zhu Yongjun's face.

Just like an ordinary old man.

"It's all like this, and I have nothing to hide, I just want to try again..." Zhu Yongjun is a local, and his words are flattering: "I know what you think, but ah, you are too young, When you get old, your thoughts will change, like me, how many years do you think I can live? My dad died at the age of 53, and I have already lived longer than him, what else can I do?"

Zhu Yongjun didn't know there was a camera, let alone the existence of single-sided glass. Facing the only interrogator, who was a doctor, Zhu Yongjun didn't have too many scruples:

"I actually took medicine before. I took it when my wife was around, and I took other medicines later. This medicine is different."

The doctor has always let him play freely, only at this time, he asked: "Why is it different?"

"Other medicines, a lot of medicines..." General Zhu Yongjun seemed to be lost in nostalgia, paused for a long time, and then said: "A lot of medicines are light and hard, and things are made of wood. This Xidi...that is not ,Different."

The young doctor blushed inexplicably. Did he know that someone was watching behind the one-sided glass, and there was even a permanent video record.

In the lecture theater, everyone who was watching the video also suddenly fell silent.

However, no one looked at the young doctor's face, but seriously waited for Zhu Yongjun to continue speaking.

This time, Zhu Yongjun didn't pause for too long, but there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said very lightly: "Your medicine, it won't burn, and it will still feel, just like normal time..."

In the lecture theater, the motionless crowd suddenly became active.

In Huang Mao's eyes, it was like an old forest suddenly turned into a lake.

The recording was done before, but the mood of a group of old men is new.

"Where's Professor Yang?" an official asked, immediately drawing echoes.

It's better to talk about such a big matter with the real master.

"Professor Yang is communicating with the United States." Huang Mao explained the reason he had found.

Director Liu in the front row made a puzzled voice: "What are you communicating with the Americans?"

"Professor Yang Rui believes that since sildenafil has shown effects in other aspects, it should be considered to be developed into a drug. However, according to the requirements of the US FDA, a new application is required to change the test items. Professor Yang is working with the US FDA. Communicate with a lawyer and find a way to resolve this matter."

"Is this medicine intended for Americans?" Director Liu couldn't help but worry.

Huang Mao shook his head and said, "Looking at it now, the test will still be carried out in China, but if the test items are changed, the test will start again from the second phase."

"How long does that take, I mean to make it into medicine?"

"Normally, it will take at least a few years."

"How many years? Why is it so long?" The person who said this obviously never cared about clinical trials, but in the past, who really cared whether Yang Rui's clinical trials were good or not.

Huang Mao had no choice but to patiently explain FDA's clinical trial requirements.

However, all he got was dissatisfaction.

For many of those present, a few years was simply unacceptable.

Who knows how many years I have left.

All the people present turned their heads one by one.

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