I almost missed the opportunity to be a pioneer in the trial. Just now, I was pleading for the phase two clinical trial. The time difference between these two can be quite large, varying from a few months to a year.

Adams was really startled. He didn't know how to describe his feelings—everything was a mess, but he was very happy. He could participate in the preliminary trial, which meant he could receive treatment faster. He felt that it was likely his sincerity that worked, as he stood up to voice the truth.

Of course, his actions were affirmative, eliminating the controversies surrounding him, making him eligible as a volunteer. Having no controversy is a prerequisite for becoming a volunteer. However, just meeting this criterion wasn't enough. Another deciding factor was that bone tumors are relatively rare among adults, and the experiment needed patients of various ages, so his relatively rare case was needed for the trial.

Actually, what is supposedly the truth is not so important to Yang Ping. Neither are the objections of those people too significant. At most, he could cancel the clinical trials in Europe and America and conduct all of them in China, without any loss. He just needed to proceed with his trials in an orderly manner.

If the experiments in Europe and America were forcibly canceled, it would probably cause an uproar over there. The volunteers on that side are not like the ones here. Here, volunteers are recruited according to standards, while over there, every volunteer is either an important person themselves or has family members who are important. If these people made a fuss to cancel the experiment, it would be like a death sentence to them.

"Is it true? Professor Yang, I just had a misunderstanding. I beg you to let me take part in the pioneering experiment." Adams's happiness came so suddenly.

Actually, everyone's happiness varies at different times and in different situations. At this moment, Adams felt that the happiest thing was being able to receive new therapy as soon as possible.

"Let him stay and participate in the pioneering experiment. There is no longer any controversy regarding him becoming a volunteer; he has publicly stated his stance in the strongest way possible." Song Zimo spoke for Adams from the side.

Adams immediately seized the opportunity: "Yes, they don't represent me, and my sister doesn't either. Oh, I have severed ties with her. As an independent individual, I urgently request to join the volunteer program. Those hypocritical fools, I couldn't care less about them."

"Alright, let him stay for the pioneering experiment," Yang Ping agreed. Adams's case was still very representative, with significant experimental value. As long as he was willing and without any controversy, it would be fine.

"Oh, it's really an exciting thing. Professor Yang, tell me what I need to do now. Whatever you say, I'm willing to cooperate," Adams spoke cautiously, his heart pounding in fear that the professor in front of him might change his mind.

Adams felt that this opportunity was like a large soap bubble in his hands, ready to burst at any moment. He had to hold his breath and do everything he could to protect it from breaking.

"Wait quietly in the ward for our notification, maintain a good mood, get enough sleep, and perform adequate exercise to get your body into the best state," Yang Ping instructed him.

Adams immediately jotted it down: "I will do as you say, rest assured, esteemed Professor Yang. You are the greatest doctor in the world, like an angel descending to earth…"

In fact, the British also like to butter up. Human nature is the same; the weaknesses are almost identical, though sometimes expressed differently due to cultural differences.

The flattery was so blatant that even Yang Ping felt embarrassed, pretending not to hear it.

"Also, be careful not to catch a cold. If you develop an acute upper respiratory infection or similar illness, it will delay the experiment, as it might affect the experimental data," Yang Ping hurriedly said, blocking Adams from continuing his British-style flattery.

"Rest assured, I will, absolutely will not let myself catch a cold," Adams now promised anything, pounding his chest with confidence.

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The next day, in the research institute's ward, Sisi underwent a new course of treatment. This time, the K biological formulation used was the latest model, with extensive improvements made on the original. Scholars worldwide were astonished at how quickly the K therapy was iterating.

Sisi's spirit grew increasingly better. It was quite curious; her pot of cactus seemed to have a life of its own, now turning lush green and looking very vibrant. She lay quietly on the hospital bed, and the treatment appeared very simple. The team was no longer on edge as before; they seemed very relaxed.

Sisi had been ready early in the morning. She lay in bed awaiting treatment while a nurse measured her blood pressure, temperature, and collected some basic vital signs. Everything was normal.

The K formulation was delivered to the ward from the laboratory in a small portable refrigerator. Doctors and nurses conducted a handover check, confirming there was no problem with the biological formulation, and signed for it.

Sisi's parents were also by her bedside, waiting for the treatment to begin. Sisi's father was Yang Ping's driver, and her mother was a nursing assistant in the department who helped nurses with basic tasks like changing bed sheets.

The nurse came in to open a vein channel, hanging a bottle of saline. Sisi's parents wisely left the ward; usually, family members were not allowed to be present during doctors' and nurses' treatment to avoid interference.

"It's fine; you can stay in the ward," the nurse told Sisi's parents.

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