Chapter 2877: with translation of chapter title

2782.2674 It might be a check.

Two hours ago.

"Teacher Tang, I just heard Doctor Zheng say glutathione isn't good, right?" Looking at Tang Liu eating stew, Liu Hui asked carefully.

She had a good impression of this pharmaceutical expert before her: kind-hearted, unpretentious, not even going to high-end places for meals, only coming to Intestine Chen.

Although getting a seat here is extremely difficult, a meal is not expensive. She hadn't managed to get a seat, but she wasn't in a rush; instead she waited patiently, being especially well‑mannered and of high quality. While waiting in line, she seized every moment to finish work, sending an email on her phone.

Tang Liu smiled and said, "Any medicine has side effects. I ask you, what side effects are listed on the glutathione instruction sheet?"

"……" Liu Hui stared for a moment; she had never read a drug instruction sheet.

"Very rare allergic reactions, mainly skin itching and so on." Tang Liu smiled, "For many medicines, glutathione's side effects are almost minimal. Doctor Zheng… he received the Nobel Prize for his clinical technique, not in the biomedical field."

"Mm, I understand what you mean; Doctor Zheng is just talking nonsense as an outsider." Liu Hui fawned.

"Well, you can't say that either—clinical medication… never mind, let's not talk about that." Tang Liu elegantly ate the stew, smiling, "I've liked coming here to eat since I was in school; after all these years, it's still the same old flavor."

"As long as you like it, that's fine." Liu Hui smiled, "Teacher Tang, I'm still a bit worried—could what Doctor Zheng said affect the drug's sales?"

"There shouldn't be any impact." Tang Liu said, "It's just a suggestion from Doctor Zheng; I've also reported this to the company."

"You don't know, Doctor Zheng in the medical circles of Di Du…"

Liu Hui paused here, then pretended to be worried and said, "He's always been known for being overbearing and domineering."

"Domineering?" Tang Liu recalled the gentle‑looking Doctor Zheng just now, and the two words had nothing to do with each other.

"They're just rumors; I'm not in the medical field, so I don't really understand what they're saying. I just heard that he relies on his good technique and beats the assisting doctors with instruments on the operating table."

"……" This time it was Tang Liu who was speechless.

"Beating someone up? That possibility is probably low. Although Tang Liu isn't a clinical doctor, she still knows some things about the operating table.

It's possible the surgeon has a bad temper, so shouting and even hitting could happen, but outright beating is hard to imagine. Does the sterile concept not matter? Once you put on sterile gowns, all movements are restricted to the sterile area—that's a basic quality of surgeons.

As for hearsay, how credible it is naturally can't be said.

She smiled, didn't care, and had no interest in pondering whether Liu Hui's remark was true or false; she just kept eating.

"Teacher Tang, what should we do if Doctor Zheng's words are serious?"

"It probably doesn't matter." Tang Liu smiled, "I've already reported this to headquarters; if they think there's a certain risk, they'll likely take action within three days."

"Action?"

"Well, for someone like Doctor Zheng, they might show up with a check to visit him." Tang Liu was actually a bit curious—what expression would appear on his honest face if he saw a check for astronomical amounts?

"Give him money!" Liu Hui said in disbelief.

"After all, he's a Nobel laureate; anything that can be solved with money isn't really a problem. If that's the case, Doctor Zheng would probably do some educational work later. I think, as a Nobel laureate, doing publicity would be very effective." Tang Liu smiled.

Liu Hui looked at Tang Liu speechlessly; she had originally just wanted to vent a little, or maybe give Doctor Zheng a bit of trouble. All the bad news lately has been related to him—she really can't stand his arrogant, domineering appearance.

But… this isn't turning into giving him money, is it!

"What if he doesn't take it?" Liu Hui asked anxiously.

"It's not like we're promoting fake medicine, so why wouldn't he take it?" Tang Liu asked, puzzled: "Hua Nuo is also a world‑top pharmaceutical company; its products are guaranteed and meet quality standards. Besides, just doing a bit of publicity for the drug's effects is standard practice in the industry."

"Remember, many years ago, when I was still taking the TOEFL domestically, there was a highly prominent expert who toured the country giving lectures, promoting the efficacy of Rehmannia pills." Tang Liu said naturally, "This money is as normal as it gets; it's taxable, whether Doctor Zheng pays the tax or Hua Nuo does… in short, it's income earned in the open, and I can't think of any reason Doctor Zheng would refuse."

"Oh." Liu Hui felt a bit disappointed; her offhand comment had actually added to Doctor Zheng's income. Damn it… fuck!

Tang Liu ate happily; at that moment she seemed immersed in the mortal world, like an ordinary woman.

"Teacher Tang, how much will our factory give Doctor Zheng?" Liu Hui asked in a familiar tone.

Tang Liu didn't mind either; after all, it wasn't about her own income, and there was no need to hide it.

"We once hired Nobel laureate in Physiology or Medicine Günter Blobel to promote a new drug; the fee should have been 2 million US dollars."

"……" Liu Hui stared for a moment—how could that be possible!

She had been busy back and forth; thanks to a fortunate coincidence, that Doctor Zheng would actually have such a high income, like winning the lottery!

"But that was in the early twentieth century; nowadays it would probably be around 3 million."

"Per year?" Liu Hui asked, unwilling to accept.

"Just once." Tang Liu finished the stew and steamed bun, wearing a satisfied expression, "A Nobel laureate promoting a new drug wouldn't be paid an annual salary. It's 3 million for a single appearance—provided he shows up at a press conference and gives a speech."

"What if he refuses and insists on saying the drug has side effects?"

Tang Liu took out a tissue from her bag, wiped her mouth, gave a slight smile, but didn't explain to Liu Hui what would happen next. Researchers who refuse and persist aren't unheard of, but their outcomes are usually grim.

Such people will be besieged in academia, and even all their papers may be considered to have been written during a flare‑up of a mental illness.

Such situations have never been lacking in the past and will continue to occur frequently. As long as Doctor Zheng isn't stupid, he will certainly accept Hua Nuo's invitation.

Being able to win a Nobel Prize is great—just attending one press conference can net several million dollars. Honestly, Tang Liu feels a bit envious.

By then he probably won't bring up any need to modify the instruction manual anymore; kneeling to earn money isn't bad—no matter how steel‑boned you are, in front of that flimsy check you'll turn soft‑boned.

Thinking about that, the phone rang.

Tang Liu politely said "Sorry" and answered the call.

Immediately, her face turned a little grim.