From small clinic to medical empire

Chapter 226 Strange Aspects of All Beings

Guo Yan broke her throat by shouting, and no one paid attention to what happened to her.

The Wellcome Trust is related to a large number of multinational giants such as GlaxoSmithKline. The location of its headquarters is not a place frequented by "street warriors" who like heroes to save the beautiful.

The elites who passed by in a hurry simply ignored the daily incidents of the building security blocking the mud legs.

After being violently shoved by two tall security guards, Guo Yan finally left with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

She felt like these two guys might really beat her up.

It was savage.

I am a civilized person, and I cannot have the same knowledge as a barbarian.

In desperation, Guo Yan could only rush back to get the pass.

But, back and forth.I can't catch up with the time.

Even so, it was impossible to fight, and it was impossible to fight in London in this life.

Here, the starting price of a taxi is 3 pounds, and then 2.5 pounds per kilometer, and there is an extra charge of 25 pounds for an hour of traffic jam.

As an international student who has just graduated from a Ph.D. and transferred to a Ph.D. supervisor, Guo Yan is still quite poor.

As a native of the spiritual city, or a new man who lives in no fixed place, Guo Yan looks down on outsiders even more than the real natives of the city.

Her wallet doesn't quite match her sense of self, though.

In order to save accommodation costs, Guo Yan's hotel is located in a remote location, which is 15 kilometers away.

In other words, if you take a round trip, you need at least 80 pounds, and it will increase significantly if you encounter traffic jams.

More than 80 pounds, that's 800 yuan. The instructor will not reimburse the commuting expenses, and Guo Yan has to pay for them all.

Therefore, Guo Yan naturally does not choose to commute by taxi, but chooses public transportation.

Fortunately, although the London bus is slow, it is not crowded.

Because it is not the rush hour, there are only a few elderly people sitting in the car, either reading the newspaper, or dozing off.

In short, it is much more comfortable than the crowded Shanghai bus all day long.

Guo Yan was lying on the edge of the car window, looking at the street scene full of British style on both sides, couldn't help taking out her mobile phone to take a quick photo.

"The charm of a city does not depend on how many high-rise buildings there are, nor how many wide roads and cars flow like water, but on the smiles on people's faces and the city's light humanistic style."

After editing a short paragraph of carefully written text, and then selecting a few satisfactory street photos, Guo Yan is going to send it to Moments.

However, after pressing the send button several times, the sending has never been successful.

After a closer look, Guo Yan found that the 4G signal on the mobile phone was empty.

No wonder everyone on the bus was reading newspapers, she finally understood what was going on.

After waiting until the next block, the 4G signal was finally restored, and Guo Yan's photo was successfully uploaded.

"Yeah, Yanyan, are you in London? I'm so envious!"

“Nice street!”

"Wow! So many handsome British guys!"

"Envy +1"

"Envy +1"

"Yanyan, why don't you take selfies, why are they all landscape photos?"

……

Seeing the instant surge of comments and likes, Guo Yan felt elated.

But seeing the last message from the little sister, Guo Yan couldn't help touching the bruise on her face.

Although it can be deleted, Guo Yan still doesn’t plan to take a selfie.

She couldn't help being a little confused, what about the gentleman's country that was promised?
I am a woman, weak and reasonable, how can I be treated like this!

Guo Yan couldn't help feeling a little bit confused.

However, she soon realized it.

The two security guards, one is Asan and the other is black, are relatively barbaric in nature. Real British people must be very gentlemen!

Well, it must be so!
……

After rushing to the hotel, it was a turnaround. When Guo Yan rushed back to the headquarters of Wellcome Fund, the morning meeting was over.

She stood at the door, watched the participants jumping out of the meeting, and tiptoed to look for Professor Condela.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Guo Yan found that the scholars attending the conference looked at her in a strange way.

There were two scholars who looked like they were from the third world. They gave me a thumbs up and had bright white teeth.

If they were not all medical scholars, and they were all dressed in formal attire, this is also the busiest and safest street in London, Guo Yan almost thought that she had been sexually harassed by a non-chief.

If you distinguish carefully, Guo Yan found that when these foreigners looked at her, the expressions they showed were different, and it could even be said to be very complicated.

There is friendliness, admiration, jealousy, and... wariness?
There were even two young Japanese who ran up to him, bowed, and handed over their business cards.

Guo Yan didn't understand at all what was going on.

He didn't even enter the conference room, so why did he suddenly seem to be the protagonist in a sense?
Could it be that the rumors in the world are true, that foreigners like Asian women with small eyes, flat noses, and big faces?
If that's the case, I do seem to have an advantage...

But it shouldn't!

The aesthetics of black and white people is fine, but is there any deviation in Japanese aesthetics?
It seems that this is not the case...

Those "teachers" all look quite upright, don't they?

Shaking her head, Guo Yan decided to ignore this inexplicable thing and concentrate on completing the task assigned to her by Professor Pan.

However, although the professor Condela she was looking for was a purebred German, he was not tall, he was a short, fat middle-aged man.

Guo Yan was eager to see through, but he didn't find the target for a long time, but several familiar figures appeared in Guo Yan's vision.

"Dean Wang, Teacher Sun, Teacher Wu!" Guo Yan quickly greeted the visitors.

However, unlike the over-enthusiastic foreigners, Wang, Sun, and Wu, three academic seniors who had met several times before, walked straight over as if they had not seen Guo Yan at all.

……

Of course, this is not a deliberate disregard.

Wang Bin and his two students and assistants Sun Hui and Wu Qianwen are in a state of being out of their minds.

What happened in the venue just now still lingers in my mind and cannot be dispelled.

As the top neurosurgeon in China and even in the world, Wang Bin feels that he has a clear grasp of the academic progress in the industry.

Therefore, he never expected that his discipline would undergo a leap-forward major development in the past few years.

Similarly, Sun Hui, who is in his early 40s, and Wu Qianwen, who is 37 and [-] years old, are also neurosurgeons in the prime of life.

In the past year, the two of them jointly tackled key problems and made new breakthroughs in the mechanism of inhibition of NF-B signaling pathway in glioma.

And although the results of the corresponding papers are not to say how influential they are, they are definitely far-reaching.

This time, I shared it at the conference as a congratulatory gift for Professor Wang's promotion to a foreign academician of the British Academy of Medical Sciences. It not only supported the teacher, but also earned face for himself.

(End of this chapter)