As soon as Chen Zhao left the teaching building, a woman came towards him.

Chen Zhao recognized this woman at first sight. The woman was holding a big box and looked very difficult.

"Hi, Vilian."

This woman was on New Year's Day, while experiencing a mirror space on the road from Las Vegas to Los Angeles, she met Dr. Vilian, a Ph.D., from the San Diego campus.

"Mr. Chen, why are you here?" Villian held his glasses and said, "Oh, by the way, you are a professor at the Los Angeles campus, so you shouldn't be surprised to meet you here."

"What are you holding, I'll help you." Chen Zhao looked at Villian's figure. This box was bigger than hers and it was very difficult to walk along the way.

"How can you be so embarrassed?"

Chen Zhao had already taken Vilian's box, which was estimated to be more than 30 kilograms.

"What's in it? That's so heavy?"

Villian glanced at Chen Zhao. She was one of the few people who had seen Chen Zhao's true face.

Is these boxes worth more than 30 kilograms heavy for him?

Villian wiped his sweat and walked with Chen Zhao.

"Villian, I haven't asked you why you are here."

"I accepted Professor Fosle's invitation to come here as Professor Fosle's assistant to conduct biology research," said Villian.

The School of Biology at the University of Los Angeles has a large campus, and Chen Zhao entered the School of Biology building.

Then I entered a laboratory and many students were conducting some experimental research.

Moreover, some places are sterile and dust-free enclosed spaces.

For example, the laboratory where Villian brought Chen Zhao into the door must be disinfected.

However, as soon as I entered the laboratory, I was stopped by a bearded man in a white coat.

"Who are you and why did you come here?" asked the bearded man.

"Professor, this is a professor from the medical school. He helped me carry the boxes," said Villian.

Professor Fosle glanced at Chen Zhao: "I don't care who he is, you can't bring people in here at will. Don't you know?"

Villian looked embarrassed. She didn't expect Professor Fosle to be so ruthless.

"Villian, I'll leave first." Chen Zhao said.

He didn't want to make things difficult for Vilian either.

Perhaps this laboratory does have regulations on this aspect.

Coming in by yourself will indeed cause trouble to others.

After Chen Zhao left the laboratory, he went straight to Wright's office.

Wright's office feels similar to Chen Zhao's return home.

Wright was basking in the sun in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, enjoying the sunlight.

Chen Zhao came in without even knocking on the door.

"Wright, do you miss me?"

Wright turned his head and looked at Chen Zhao: "You are finally willing to come. You have only been to school three times last semester."

"I was busy last semester." Chen Zhao said helplessly.

"How about it, have you met your own students?"

"You have caused me a lot of trouble." Chen Zhao was originally very reluctant.

However, Wright knew the negotiation strategy very well. He first asked Chen Zhao to lead a class and more than a dozen students.

Chen Zhao naturally refused, and then she proposed to bring only a few interns.

Chen Zhao could not refuse Wright continuously, but he realized that he had been fooled after he came back to his senses.

Wright had no intention of asking him to lead a class.

"By the way, the school will organize a spring outing in a while. Are you here?"

"Teacher's?"

"No, it's students, but some teachers will go there too."

"They are not children anymore, so why do they still organize such spring outings?"

“Sangzhuo National Park has just opened and their heads sent an invitation to our school.”

"Let's forget it." Chen Zhao shook his head.

Chen Zhao was really not interested in such collective wild games.

It’s better to be with Fali at home.

At this moment, the office door was pushed open again.

I saw Professor Fosle rushing in angrily.

"Hisser Principal, I want to know why we reject the funding application for our biological laboratory?"

"I think the Camus theory is not valid, so I don't think it is necessary to continue to support the experimental research of Camus theory."

"No, Camice theory is correct." Professor Fosle's voice was full of anger like a crazy lion.

"So you've been studying for four years and costing nearly five million dollars. What did you have researched?" Wright asked back.

"No research is smooth sailing. Camus theory needs more support, more research funds, and more instruments. If you can give me absolute support, my research will have already achieved results. This is not my fault, nor is it the mistake of Camus theory."

"I need some results, but you have no results at all. How do you ask me to continue to support your research? The school's funding is not blown by the strong wind. I cannot support an endless research full of uncertainty." Wright's attitude was firm.

If you don’t support it, you don’t support it. Wright is the kind of very realistic person.

If she thinks a research is a waste of time, she won't continue to support it.

"You will regret it, I will prove that I am right, I will prove that Camice's theory is correct." Professor Forsle roared loudly: "If you don't support me, there will be people who will support me, and many companies are willing to spend money to support my research."

"Then you can find support from those companies." Wright said disapprovingly.

"Don't regret it." Professor Fosle said indignantly.

Then, he slammed the door and left.

"What Camuse theory?" Chen Zhao asked curiously.

"The professor Fosel once had a mentor named Camus. At an international biology exchange meeting, Camus gave his theory, but was ridiculed by his colleagues. Camus then committed suicide due to anger, and Fosel replaced Camus' research."

"This Camus theory is actually to use drugs to stimulate brain neurons and then improve brain intelligence."

"It sounds quite reliable." Chen Zhao said.

"You're not a biologist, so you don't understand the risks. The brain neurons are too complicated, and Fosle's research is too radical. He once asked the school to provide him with human corpses for research."

"Uh...how does the school provide corpses? Does our school still have this service?"

"Some people who die of illness will donate their bodies to medical research institutions, and our school can apply for it," Wright said. "But only the medical school laboratory can apply for it. Any laboratory outside the medical school is prohibited from doing experiments with human bodies."

This provision is an international convention, involving some moral and ethical aspects.
Chapter completed!