Surgery Godfather Chapter 1115 - 1115 898 What to Do

Chapter 1115: Chapter 898: What to Do? Chapter 1115: Chapter 898: What to Do? After the European Spinal Surgery Annual eting, the discovery of the Spatial Orientation Gene quickly spread across the world.

This was a significant event in the dical and biological community, and as a global biopharmaceutical giant, BG Company imdiately convened a senior eting to strategize.

In a skyscraper in the United States.

Around an oval conference table were several dozen BG mbers, including company executives and scientists, all of whom appeared tense as they reviewed the docunts in their hands. These docunts were papers from the dical website, naturally in the English version.

They said that a dical website was more suitable than a dical journal, having never seen such a journal before.

After reading the paper, their expressions varied, but there was one common feature: they could hardly conceal their surprise and incredulity.

How could it be possible?

Several months earlier, they had read Yang Ping’s paper when the Spatial Orientation Gene was rely a hypothesis. How had it beco reality so quickly? This didn’t align with the rules of scientific developnt.

A hypothesis could be true or false, but even if it were true, how could they have identified the Spatial Orientation Gene so quickly and even successfully cultivated a piece of muscle using it?

Many present were top scientists in biology and dicine, and judging from their experience and knowledge, this was simply impossible; it went against the laws of science.

Just like water to oil and perpetual motion machines, it was impossible.

Dr. Connell pushed up his glasses. He was in charge of the company’s stem cells and organ cloning projects and was also the most likely candidate for the next Nobel Prize, thus he had the most authority to speak: “I think it’s highly unlikely to be true. There has never been such a miracle in the history of science, where a hypothesis turned into a real scientific discovery and then an application in just a few months.”

“You need to know, this involves three phases.”

“First, proposing the hypothesis. Second, identifying the Spatial Orientation Gene ntioned in the hypothesis. Third, using the Spatial Orientation Gene to cultivate an organ. Each of these phases requires at least ten years to complete and massive investnts, and even so, the chances of success are very slim.”

“Why is this the case—you don’t need to explain. Scientific research progresses through a vast amount of trial and error.”

“Ahead lie millions of paths, which might all be wrong, or there might be one correct path.”

“This isn’t sothing that one team can achieve in a few months. This is science, not science fiction. Science must adhere to its inherent laws, which are objective and cannot be altered by humans.”

Dr. Connell’s opening remarks were pessimistic, yet at the sa ti optimistic.

Li Gaoyang from BG Company, with a hooked nose, furrowed his brows: “Since Dr. Connell only suggests it might be false, there is also a possibility that it is true. Is there a chance they were incredibly lucky, and out of the millions of paths you ntioned, they found that one right path?”

Dr. Connell said, “I say ‘maybe’ because we need to respect the laws of science. No one can declare it false without ample evidence, even if it is indeed false.”

“But do you think there’s soone in the world who, rely by luck, could correctly predict the outco of every dice roll in Las Vegas over the past few months?”

“If you believe such people exist, then the possibility you ntioned is also there. I am a scientist and can only speak in the language of science.”

Li Gaoyang nodded: “I understand what you’re saying, but his paper has already been published, clearly detailed. Could all of this be false?”

Dr. Connell said, “From a scientific standpoint, I can’t 100% declare it to be false, but I am unable to confirm whether there is so unknown supernatural power in this world. You see where his paper has been published? It’s not even a serious academic journal; it’s rely a self-created online platform. How credible can that possibly be?”

“Are there not enough fake papers in the world?” another scientist, Haim, who worked on gene research, said.

“I wonder, why didn’t he publish such significant scientific results in CNS? Weren’t his previous papers published in CNS? This clearly doesn’t make sense,” Haim expressed his doubts.

Li Gaoyang felt they were right but also wrong: “He has published 13 papers in CNS, which shows his capabilities are beyond doubt, definitely a world-class scientist. Why would soone like that need to falsify anything?”

“If it were , I would never engage in such folly. I’m already at the pinnacle of the world, with status, fa, money, and won at my beck and call. Why would I ruin myself? Am I a fool?” the white-haired Rolf joked.

“That’s why you’ll never be a scientist, at best, just a successful voyeur,” Dr. Connell replied rcilessly, looking down on those like Rolf who engaged in intelligence work.

Many of the company’s scientific achievents had been obtained through Rolf’s peculiar thods, then refined and used openly, ultimately leading to the demise of competitors through patent litigations.

Such acts were a disgrace to Dr. Connell, which was why he was reluctant to associate with people like Rolf.

Dr. Connell, could you please not publicly call a voyeur in future?” Rolf shrugged his shoulders; he had no recourse against such a straightforward professor.