Lawrence is one of the three gold medal administrators of the World Medical Community Forum, and like the other two, they both have decent jobs ------ doctors, and the establishment of this forum is purely for fun, who would expect to find a golden doll in such a popular forum?

Unless the experts of the biological, pharmaceutical, and technological research institutes collectively brainstorm the scientific and technological achievements worth hundreds of millions of dollars will be released to such forums. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Therefore, the forum is more about the exchange of clinical technology, and of course, there are also a large number of water armies and brainless fecal sprayers.

“SaveTheDiabetespatients？ Which stupid hat reprinted the expired paper? ”

Lawrence has a habit of staying in the office after work to manage the forum information before leaving, and when he sees this outrageous post in sight, he is ready to browse through it at a glance, and then pour a sentence or two of trash talk that is not salty or light, and sink the post by the way, so as not to let this kind of brainless article pollute the eyeballs and ruin the reputation of the forum.

But from the second line onwards, his face changed, what is this? Bait genes? Cyclinase? Microscopic models? Yank Theory? Generalized insulin theory? No, my mentor didn't teach that, right? But how does it seem to convince me?

Lawrence switched to Google to look up the above theories, while digging out the "Medical Encyclopedia" from the data cabinet to search, and then turned out the latest version of the comprehensive clinical research on diabetes to compare and search, search and search, and finally he could only go to the most reluctant to go to the diabetes prevention and treatment professional forum ---- Luye to find information.

After tossing back and forth for more than two and a half hours, he sat in front of the computer in a cold sweat, trembling and using a pen to transcribe the theoretical definitions and concise explanations in the post.

New theories, absolutely new ideas, a rare phrase that he has never heard of keeps appearing on the paper, when he copied the Martian text, he stopped writing in amazement, the other party is a veteran, he knows what things should be put on, what things should not be put up, he hurriedly put the post to the top through the administrator privileges to add fine red. Then he picked up the phone and called his college mentor, Dr. Marcus.

When Dr. Marcus received the call, Professor Filtz of the Miami Biotechnology Laboratory had just returned home from the lab.

He was destined to sleep late again today, their research topic had been stuck in reverse deduction for half a month, Gibson and the Indian had given up, Professor Robert's face was getting more and more ugly, and the distraught Feetz spent the whole day between the library and the laboratory, hoping to find inspiration from the classics and practical practices of the past, but unfortunately, God did not favor him.

When he returned home with tired steps, opened the online world, and tried to find inspiration on the country's major medical forums, he found a post "SaveTheDiabetespatients" that was pinned in red by the administrator in the forum of the world's medical community, which he usually knew about flooding.

Although Professor Fitz has always looked at the World Medical Community Forum with the attitude of reading novels, the first time he saw the red post at the top of the forum, he also opened it with some interest.

After less than three lines, Professor Fitz scrambled to his feet and approached the screen in disbelief, his mouth wide open as if he were going to swallow all the words on the computer screen. When he excitedly dialed Professor Gibson's phone, a lazy voice came from the other side:

"Hey, who?"

"Jimmy, Jimmy, we're saved!"

"Ah, Fitz, what's wrong with you?"

"Hurry up and open the World Medical Group Forum, there is a pinned post called SaveTheDiabetespatients, you will know what I said after reading it!"

This post spread like a virus throughout the medical community in the United States within 24 hours, and within 36 hours throughout the medical community in North America, and continued to spread to the world, and the information they kept exchanging on the Internet and on the phone was naturally noticed by the CIA, FBI, CSIS and other institutions, and through comprehensive analysis, a document on the in-depth investigation of DR. GYT was placed on the table of the heads of various institutions.

"Tell me, what's the value?"

Dr. Neez, the chief medical expert hired by the FBI, explained to Mr. Tiger for a long time, during which he used more than 100 medical terms, and the director and the leaders who were urgently summoned to the meeting by the director were confused.

Tiger interrupted Dr. Ness's madness with a helpless expression, saying:

"Please speak English, Mr. Neds!"

"Oh, forgive me for my excitement, Mr. Director."

Professor Neds, with gray hair, straightened up his somewhat messy white coat and said:

"Find Dr. G, who can cure diabetes."

"Well, okay, I see。。。。。。 Wait a minute! What did you say? ”

"Find Dr. G, who can cure diabetes."

Mr. Tiger, who had collapsed in front of him and did not change his face, stood up, watched Dr. Neds repeat a sentence with an expressionless face, and involuntarily touched his jacket pocket, where was the insulin he needed to inject today, diabetes, this pan-world incurable disease has made him suffer for a whole decade, he has not tasted puffs, donuts, burger hot dogs, and cola for ten years, he originally thought that he had become a complete vegetarian, but as soon as he heard such news, The voice of the chief of the Tai Dynasty trembled:

"Find, find it immediately! What clues do we have。。。。。。 Oh yes, call everyone in the Intelligence Bureau to me, tell them to put down the case in their hands, and immediately find me this doctor with the initials GYT! ”

A person who can cure diabetes can no longer be described as a doctor, at least a doctor?

The chief of the Thai court and the obese subordinates in the office are anxiously waiting, this is the god who can cure diabetes, as long as he can be found, the conditions are open casually, and there is no need to ask His Excellency the President, Tiger dares to pat his chest to be the master.

But with the verification of major intelligence agencies, all the evidence pointed to a small Internet café in a certain inland province of China, the head of the Thai Dynasty realized the seriousness of the problem, what if this Dr. G is a Chinese person?

"Huaxia people, how can they be Huaxia people?"

Dr. Nets was still nagging there, in his consciousness, the current medical level of the Chinese people is simply synonymous with unreliability, and the level of medical development is similar to that of primitive people, how many special drugs do Chinese people have to buy from them through various open and dark channels every year?

How could such a poor backcountry produce such a brilliant and glamorous genius?

Mistaken, it must be somewhere!

The Thai man rubbed his forehead, and there were waves of turmoil in his heart, why are they Chinese, hell, there are 30 million diabetics in the United States, and more than 100 million high-risk groups for diabetes, if the Chinese people find a cure for diabetes, it will be a terrible thing for the United States as a competitor, will the Chinese people take the opportunity to put forward conditions to the United States, or even the world, he doesn't know if the Chinese people will not, but if it is him, he will!

"Quick, close that forum, immediately, immediately!"

After shouting this sentence, Tiger breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, it was only a Chinese person, and it was not the worst situation!