The reception desk administrator at Sanbo Research Institute Laboratory, Xiao Chen, has been very busy recently. She has to handle nurous inquiries from both dostic and international institutions seeking collaboration, arrange visits, manage deliveries, and so on every day.
"Doctor Tang, we’ve received 37 international emails this week." Xiao Chen said incredulously, clutching a stack of printed docunts, "Harvard, Stanford, Cambridge, Max Planck Society... all inquiring about potential cooperation. Plus, nine multinational pharmaceutical companies want to send high-level delegations for exchange and study."
Tang Shun glanced at the email summaries; the wording was extrely courteous, but the intent was clear: they hoped to establish contact. Sotis, the scientific community exhibits greater sensitivity than the capital market.
"Standard reply template: Thank you for your interest. Sanbo Research Institute is currently focused on existing research plans. New collaborations must formally submit proposals per the procedures, which will be regularly reviewed by the academic committee." Tang Shun didn’t even look up, "Additionally, all visit requests from non-academic institutions, especially those with investnt or comrcial collaboration backgrounds, should be politely declined!"
"Then... Nature magazine wants to conduct an exclusive interview? And Arican Science..." Xiao Chen flipped to the pages later on.
"For now, do not accept any dia interviews. Just say the team is busy with experints and it’s inconvenient to be disturbed." Tang Shun paused, "But we can provide them with our latest published paper list and links to public lecture videos."
Xiao Chen noted it down, hesitated a mont: "Doctor Tang, there’s one more thing... these days, it seems there are more people idling around outside the institute. They don’t look like students nor family mbers from the clinical wards. Twice I even saw soone with a telephoto lens."
Only then did Tang Shun raise his head, slightly furrowing his brows.
He walked over to the window and looked down. The Sanbo Hospital—ho to the institute—was lush with greenery, and indeed, a few figures wandered on the path below, appearing casual while occasionally glancing at the research institute building.
"Notify the security departnt to strengthen daily patrols in this area." Tang Shun said, "Additionally, emphasize to everyone on the team: without permission, no interviews should be accepted, no external discussion of any topics related to the Nobel Prize evaluation; work as usual, attitude as usual."
After Xiao Chen left, Tang Shun leaned back in his office chair and thought.
The last ti Professor Yang won the award, there was no commotion. This ti, even before securing the prize, it has caused such a stir. It seems that the impact of winning a second ti is indeed significant.
Reflecting on his graduation from Tokyo University, many paths lay before him. He could go to top university laboratories in the United States, stay at Tokyo University, or choose any European laboratory.
If he stayed in Japan, Professor Fukunaga’s daughter Yasuko was eager to marry him. He would not only have access to a wealth of academic resources but also beco a fortunate son-in-law of Professor Fukunaga.
However, since eting Professor Yang in Tokyo, Tang Shun had no hesitation in deciding to dedicate his life to following Professor Yang.
Reflecting on the establishnt of this laboratory, he counts himself as one of its founding veterans. At the ti, Professor Yang entrusted him with research while leaving clinical matters to Song Zimo.
Looking back now, it was such a correct choice.
Tang Shun took a break and opened his inbox, which was already stuffed full of various academic conference invitations. Many conference topics were unrelated to the current projects of Sanbo Research Institute, yet they all granted him the title of "special invited speaker," almost asking him to simply show up.
He imdiately called Song Zimo, who was faring no better; within a single day, Song Zimo received calls from six "old classmates" and "old friends," none of whom he had contacted in over a decade. Suddenly, they were enthusiastically concerned about his work, eventually steering the conversation towards "that grand prize."
"The tree desires stillness but the wind does not cease." Tang Shun remained calm, "This is just the beginning. Once the news spreads further, or if results really co in October, our doorsteps here might literally be worn out."
"That’s why our ’Stockholm Ergency Plan’ needs an upgrade." Song Zimo lowered his voice, "Not only does it need to include what happens after the award, but also how to handle harassnt during this ’waiting period.’
The two agreed to et and discuss important matters.
...
Over at Doctor Zhang Wei’s side, he was facing more specific and thorny "troubles."
His few vehent debunking blogs continued to fernt in the popular science circles and on social dia, eventually drawing a strong backlash from so health technology companies. Among them, the largest and most aggressively marketed company, Yuankang Technology, directly sent a sternly-worded legal letter via their lawyers, accusing Zhang Bo of "fabricating and spreading falsehoods," "defamation of business reputation," and "infringent of trade secrets," threatening to report to authorities if necessary, demanding imdiate removal of all related articles, a public apology, and compensation for significant economic damages.
The copy of the legal letter sohow circulated to several dia outlets. For a while, "Sanbo Research Institute researcher accused of comrcial slander" beca a minor hot topic. While mainstream scientific dia maintained a cautious attitude, so financial and tech self-dia started speculating and embellishing the matter.
When Zhang Bo received the legal letter, his face turned pale. His research into comrcial wristbands was purely out of personal interest; blogging was a passionate pursuit. He never imagined it could lead to litigation. The legal provisions listed in the opponent’s legal letter, along with the astronomical sums they claid, made his hands tremble.
He hurried to find the laboratory’s director, Tang Shun.
"Doctor Tang... have I caused trouble for the institute?" Zhang Bo stood in Tang Shun’s office, head bowed, tightly clutching the printed copy of the legal letter.
Tang Shun took the legal letter and quickly skimd through it. "The data cited in your articles, are they all asured by you? Does the analytical logic have peer-reviewed or publicly verifiable support?"
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