Chapter 162：

Weak practical ability is a common problem in the scientific research community in China. Not only students, but even professors of the same level, domestic scholars have weaker hands-on ability than foreign universities. This is caused by the objective scientific research environment.

When Li Zheng was in class in Huaqing in his previous life, he often used ongoing projects to discuss with students in class. Huaqing’s students may not be the best, but their learning ability must be one of the best in China. Many times they asked questions. Will give Li Zheng a lot of inspiration.

"The experiment has indeed encountered obstacles at this stage. In theory, liquid nitrogen is filled when the heart is beating slowly, so that the heart is frozen while keeping it beating. The physiological memory function of the heart will make it resume beating at the instant of thawing, but in real experiments, Liquid nitrogen freezing is not enough to stop the heart completely."

"I guess a low-temperature anti-corrosion formula is missing. The development of this low-temperature anti-corrosion formula will be the next main work of the laboratory."

"Mr. Li Zheng..."

"Professor Li..."

Once Li Zheng's words were finished, the colleagues in the first three rows of the classroom eagerly rushed to speak first. Some of them would ask questions, and some would give opinions. When they encountered really useful opinions, Li Zheng would quickly record them. The atmosphere became very harmonious for a while.

But this is only for the scholars sitting in the front row, and the students in the back listened harder.

Some things have not been finished with their pens, and the professors have already talked to the other end.

After a class, this group of Huaqing students who usually feel good about themselves, like eggplants beaten by frost, bowed their heads and walked towards the door of the classroom.

"Professor Li, on behalf of Yan University, I invite you to our school as a guest." After class, a Yan University professor said with a smile.

His invitation attracted the echoes of other professors from Yan University.

"Yes, this class is too short. We have a lot of academic issues to sit down and discuss carefully!"

"Yeah yeah."

A smile appeared on Li Zheng's face. Before he could speak, Wu Zhaomeng next to him squeezed over.

"Professor Li has encountered a bottleneck in the experiment. It is at a time when he is so busy that he may not have time to go to Yanda University. However, we at Huaqing also welcome you to come and discuss academic issues. If you need an office, there is an empty office. The matter!" Wu Zhaomeng said loudly.

He paused, glanced at the unpleasant faces of the professors of Yan University, and added, "On behalf of Huaqing, I welcome brother schools to exchange academic issues, hahaha."

Professors of Yan University...

Li Zheng...

The people in the classroom gradually disappeared. Li Zheng’s temple jumped and he had stayed up for two consecutive nights. If the new application of CH5 solution is the wisdom of the predecessors, then the infinite time storage of organs requires them to Done from scratch.

In the 21st century, although human organ storage technology has developed, it is limited to the laboratory. In other words, even in Li Zheng's previous life, the storage of organs in an infinite period was still a laboratory technology, and it was not universal at all.

The BB machine in his pocket made a sound, and he returned to the message while walking towards the door of the classroom.

"Professor Li." A voice came from his ear.

Li Zheng looked up and saw a middle-aged woman in a beaded white lady's suit standing in front of him. This woman was very well-dressed, and she wore a delicate brooch on her chest. Her hair was curled up high and her ears were placed on her ears. A pair of thick black-rimmed glasses.

"You are?" Li Zheng seemed to have seen her in the class just now, when the woman was sitting with a middle-aged man about his age.

"I'm Meng Haijun, an associate professor in the Department of Medicine of Yantai University." The male name Professor Meng took two steps forward, "Professor Li, I'm here to ask you something."

Li Zheng raised his eyebrows and motioned for him to continue.

"I know that you are researching organ regeneration technology in Xiangjiang's laboratory and have achieved certain results. I know that this technology is still in the perfect stage and has not entered the clinic, but I hope you can help me. My daughter." Meng Haijun stepped forward and grabbed Li Zheng's arm.

"My daughter is only twenty-two years old. It is the best time of her life, but...but..." She choked and could hardly speak.

"Navy!" At this time, a middle-aged man hurriedly walked over. He was the man who had just sat next to Meng Haijun in class. He was also with the man and Professor Yan Dazhu and Chen Anbang who had just spoken to Li Zheng. .

"Professor Li."

"Li Zheng."

The two spoke at the same time, Professor Zhu and Chen Anbang both had embarrassed expressions, they thought they were being pulled over to intercede.

"Hello, Professor Li, I am Wang Jiayin, President of China Bank." The man introduced himself: "I know our request is very abrupt, but please help us this time. As long as you are willing to take action, I will inevitably return something, such as a loan from your laboratory..."

"Wait." Li Zheng interrupted the man's words. He glanced at Meng Haijun and Wang Jiayin with a smile. Nor will it."

Wang Jiayin's face turned red all of a sudden, Meng Haijun didn't even look at her husband, and continued to plead: "Professor Li, please, the child is still young."

She gritted her teeth, ignoring that there are other people present, and said: "She has committed suicide twice, and there are two deep scars on her wrist. Every time I see it, I wish it was me that happened. Please, really please."

Meng Haijun completely disregarded the expression of her husband's humiliation or anger, completely exploding the family ugliness.

Li Zheng was stunned for a moment. He has always been a person who eats soft but not hard. Seeing Meng Haijun, who can be his elder, pleaded in a low voice, his complexion also calmed down a lot.

"Lele committed suicide! Why are you..." Professor Zhu's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed.

"Professor Li..." He couldn't help but pleaded, "I know this will embarrass you, but if you can help, please help."

Li Zheng scanned the surroundings, his eyes met with a few curious students at the end of the corridor, and the few students hurriedly pulled their companions out.

"Professor Zhu, Professor Chen and two others, let's go to my laboratory and have a talk." Li Zheng said.

Meng Haijun nodded quickly, and Wang Jiayin's face also showed a hint of joy, "Well, Professor Li, the car is ready, let's go."

He was well prepared. Li Zheng glanced at Wang Jiayin, not sitting in white or sitting. Although the Ninth Laboratory is not far from Huaqing, it would take twenty minutes to ride a bicycle.

"professor."

"Professor, you are back."

When Li Zheng stepped into the laboratory, Sun Bin and others greeted him one after another. They were not surprised to see the people following Li Zheng. Their professors have always had a lot of friends.

Li Zheng chose a reception room to invite everyone in.

"Sit down, do you want tea?" Although they know that they may not have the mind to drink tea, it is necessary to ask politely.

Sure enough, the four shook their heads unanimously.

Li Zheng nodded and sat down, "Professor Meng, tell me in detail. But I don't guarantee that I can help."

"You can do it, you must do it!" Meng Haijun took out a glassware about six centimeters in diameter from his bag. The glassware was filled with transparent viscous liquid, and there was an ear in the center of the liquid!

That's right, one ear! This ear looks very well preserved, and even the bloodshot eyes of its wound have not completely solidified.

"Formalin?" When everyone was taken aback by what Meng Haijun took out, Li Zheng's focus was obviously a bit biased.

Realizing that his behavior was a bit impolite, he coughed dryly, "Professor Meng, is this?"

"This is my daughter Lele's ears. Someone cut off my daughter's ears to threaten my husband and sent them home. Although Lele was rescued later, he never lost an ear." Meng Haijun tried hard to make herself The voice is not so trembling.

"Lele is very good. She was a top student in the class since she was a child. She is very cheerful and lively, but since that incident, she... she refuses to speak, refuses to go out of the room, and sometimes hurts herself, her arm Come on, there are self-inflicted knife marks on my thighs. As a mother, I feel really sad."

Wang Jiayin's expression also became sad, "It's all I'm not good...It's all I'm not good." There is no such businessmen like the equivalent exchange just now.

Professor Zhu sighed, "Xiao Wang, you can't be blamed. You know that their information is falsified and want to defraud state-owned assets. You have given up Xiaojia for everyone."

Li Zheng was silent for a while after hearing this. It was obvious that Meng Haijun and Wang Jiayin hope to reshape their daughter's ears through the organ regeneration technology of Li Zheng's laboratory, and then transplant them back to her ears through surgery.

This is not without operability.

However, the organ regeneration technology is still in its initial development stage, and there is no clinical qualification at all. If something goes wrong, not only Li Zheng may be held accountable, but the world will also have doubts about the organ regeneration technology.

This nascent technology is the most fragile, and a little external pressure can make it die in the laboratory.

Is he really going to take such a big risk?

Li Zheng pressed his mouth, his left hand turned the watch on his right wrist differently. Chen Anbang knew that this was Li Zheng's habit of thinking.

Although Chen Anbang was dragged over by Professor Wang, he never said a word. He knew Li Zheng’s concerns. Although the child was very pitiful, the technology of in vitro regenerative organs was the future direction and benchmark of the medical industry. A child and medical treatment Chen An can’t help himself to say which one is more important in the future.

"Please. I'm willing to sign a clinical agreement, a confidentiality agreement, and Lele's matter accepting organ regeneration. No one else will know except for everyone present. We also promise that no matter what happens, it will never Hold the Li Zheng laboratory and you personally responsible."