Chapter 53: Joyce's Personal Presentation

  "I have no objection!" Dr. Hill, the chairman of the UICC, nodded toward Dr. Sean. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his blue eyes revealed a trace of anticipation as he looked at Joyce. If this thing really came from a young and beautiful girl, that would be truly fascinating.

  Seeing that Dr. Hill also agreed, Sean gave an apologetic smile, spread his hands, and said, "I'm sorry, beautiful Miss Joyce, for rudely interrupting your speech. But now, I sincerely ask you to continue."

  Joyce shrugged. Her gaze swept viciously toward a hidden lounge beside the conference room—Zhang Yang, you bastard, wait until I finish my presentation to deal with you. But that thought flashed away quickly, her eyes softening again as she smiled at Sean. "Dr. Sean, I don’t mind. Then I’ll get back to the topic."

  At once, a round of good-natured applause filled the conference room—of course, directed at Joyce.

  "Well, as I mentioned earlier, the Super Anti-Cancer Cell itself is formed by a combination of special genomes. Frankly speaking, it’s a segment fused from the human body’s own genome that suppresses proto-oncogene functions. In addition, we incorporated several externally intervened genes to form a super combination with self-dividing awareness. Needless to say, its efficacy is remarkable. But its danger is also obvious to everyone. Clearly, it does not belong to the inherent human DNA chain. When implanted into the human body, although it can quickly become a powerful suppressor of proto-oncogenes, it also raises a serious question—what if we can’t control it."

  She paused, looked down at the notebook in her hand, then raised her head and said slowly, "Then the person whose proto-oncogenes are eliminated might grow a bizarre tissue even more terrifying than a malignant tumor."

  "Of course, we realized this as well. So after creating the Super Anti-Cancer Cell, we also began searching for its corresponding suppressor gene."

  "Within the normal molecular structure of human DNA, naturally we couldn’t find its suppressor gene, because the Super Cell is an artificially created mutant genome. But please believe me, since we created this gene combination, we’ve already decoded its genetic code. It’s absolutely safe and controllable. The principle is inconvenient to explain in detail, but it’s simple—we borrowed a technology, RNA interference technology, and enhanced it. Once it achieves its therapeutic purpose, the genome automatically silences itself."

  "We cannot disclose the detailed process due to confidentiality concerns. However, once the reagent is ready, we can invite all of you experts to visit Meining University again for further discussion."

  As Joyce explained fluently in English, dozens of experts and scholars listened intently. They were all specialists in this field. Although Joyce only gave a simple explanation, it was already enough for them. Of course, she wouldn’t talk about the detailed cell cultivation process. What they needed to understand was one thing—the reagent truly ready for practical application was already in preparation.

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  In other words, she wasn’t just talking—she was actually doing it.

  Someone immediately asked, "Joyce, I’m not questioning your theory, but regarding the reagent you mentioned—may I ask when it will be ready? This is something we care deeply about."

  The question was quickly echoed by many others. At this point, they had completely acknowledged Joyce’s identity and accepted her as a genius. The only thing left to confirm was when the reagent she mentioned could be officially produced. Only a tested theory could become truth.

  Countless expectant eyes focused on Joyce. She was clearly used to such gazes. She lowered her head, glanced at her notebook, then looked up and said calmly, "One month!"

  "One month?" Everyone’s gaze, including Shangguan Hong’s, was fixed on Joyce in astonishment. What did she think this was—kneading dough? Even giving birth takes ten months!

  "That’s right, one month. If any of you have time, you’re welcome to visit Meining University again," Joyce said firmly.

  Everyone fell silent. She had already made it clear—if you don’t believe it, then come back in a month.

  What was this? A blatant slap in the face. Often, theory is one thing, but applying it to reality is completely different. Yet she spoke with such confidence—only one month. How could this group of experts who had studied malignant tumors for half their lives even respond to that?

  Still, someone raised a question. But he wasn’t addressing Joyce—instead, he turned to Shangguan Hong, as if Joyce wasn’t qualified to speak with him.

  Fujita Jiro, a UICC director from Chrysanthemum Country, spoke in stiff English, "Mr. Shangguan, our Chrysanthemum Country leads the world in malignant tumor treatment. As you know, the standard methods are surgery first, followed by radiotherapy, chemotherapy, biological immune-targeted therapy, and as a last resort, radioactive particle implantation. But the Super Anti-Cancer Cell uses a completely new treatment plan and claims to be curative in nature. With your country’s level—or in other words, can you provide more convincing evidence for this claim?"

  Shangguan Hong glanced at him and smiled slightly. "The reagent isn’t out yet, so I can’t answer you now. But if you can still get a visa by then, why not visit Meining University again?"

  He hit a wall.

  Fujita wasn’t discouraged and continued, "Alright, even if your theory is possible, I’d like to ask, Mr. Shangguan—don’t you think this theory is somewhat similar to Dr. Yamanaka’s cell reprogramming theory, which earned our Chrysanthemum Country a Nobel Prize in Medicine? Do they share a connection—or perhaps draw inspiration from Dr. Yamanaka’s theory?"

  Shangguan Hong looked at him, motioned for Joyce to sit down, and then said calmly, "Mr. Fujita, to put it crudely, what connection do your country’s AV films have with our country’s pandas?"

  Fujita wiped his sweat and replied, "Seems like none!"

  "Good, then now you understand," Shangguan Hong looked at the senior scientists who were barely suppressing their laughter and tapped the table lightly. "Of course, they still have something in common—for example, many people like them."

  The conference room burst into laughter. Fujita was utterly embarrassed, but he glanced at a fellow oncologist of the same nationality beside him, unwilling to give up, and continued, "As everyone knows, our Chrysanthemum Country ranks first in the world in tumor treatment and cure rates. More importantly, our treatment costs are extremely low. But in your country, even domestically produced chemotherapy drugs are very expensive, not to mention imported ones. These biological targeted drugs are refined in laboratories. Mr. Shangguan, do you believe your Super Anti-Cancer Cell can ever be made affordable for ordinary people?"

  "Dr. Fujita, I can answer that," Joyce stood up again after hearing Fujita’s words. Looking at the man a full head shorter than her, she smiled and said, "The reagent and its future mass production will naturally require specialized laboratories for extraction and manufacturing, so the cost won’t be cheap—that’s to be expected. However, I’ve done the calculations—even so, our country’s ordinary citizens will still be able to afford it."

  "Does that mean this reagent will be popularized worldwide?" Fujita’s eyes lit up slightly at her words. He was indeed an oncologist, but also a businessman backed by a large consortium. If he could secure the agency rights to sell Meining University’s Super Anti-Cancer Drug in Chrysanthemum Country, it would be like striking gold.

  "Popularized worldwide? Oh, I think so. But that depends on whether you’re willing to accept it."

  "Haha, price? Even if your citizens can afford it, doubling the price won’t be a problem for us."

  Joyce shrugged and said, "That’s not the issue. But we just gave this new drug a name—don’t know if you’d mind hearing it."