Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 132 Gu and Microorganisms

He Songling made up a dozen or so precious items at random. There was no other way. If the foreigners thought it was too easy, they would have a grudge and think it was not worth it in the future. Who knows what kind of trouble he would cause. There was no need to cause trouble for himself.

Sure enough, the more precious the things He Songling talked about, the more Ismay felt that He Songling was a master. He didn't even consider lifting a curse on an ocean voyage, nor did he want the stone remains of King Arthur's sword in the stone for anything. He just nodded and bowed and told people to prepare it.

He Songling was not idle these days. He went to the laboratory to visit John, John's teacher, and Fleming.

When Fleming heard that the sponsor who believed in his research results had arrived, he ran out without taking off his white coat and enthusiastically took He Songling to visit the laboratory.

"Mr. He, thanks to your ideas and sponsorship, our development of penicillin has been going very smoothly. Just last week, we were able to isolate a single strain of bacteria. I believe that it will not be long before penicillin that can actually be put into production is available."

Fleming said excitedly: "I won't let you down. In the future, I will prove to the world that your vision is so extraordinary."

"You're welcome. You were the first to discover them. I am just a lousy investor. And you, my friend, are the real Nobel Prize winner." He Songling was not interested in this kind of credit. After all, he really didn't understand it.

Of course, after the war is over in the future, perhaps he will win the Nobel Peace Prize or something like that by virtue of his status as the boss of penicillin's parent company. If he and his employees win the Nobel Prize together, it will be a good story passed down to future generations.

"Oh no no, oh hahaha, oh you are too flattering, oh I hahaha..."

When Fleming heard He Songling call him "Nobel Prize winner", his nose was full of joy and his speech was incoherent. "Mr. He, can you call me that again?"

"No problem, Mr. Alexander Fleming, Nobel Prize winner in Physiology or Medicine, you will be a great figure who will influence the course of humankind."

He Songling was not one of those dog capitalists who promoted "wolf culture". He believed that if others had good points, they should be pointed out and praised. Moreover, Fleming was the top general who developed penicillin. It was just a few nice words, and it didn't cost any money, so he just said it.

This old guy might make him so happy that he would give up the bonus voluntarily. That would save hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars!
Who wouldn't do it if they could exchange one sentence for a million dollars?
Well, when I think about it, he doesn't seem to be much better than those damn capitalists. He expects people to give up a million-dollar bonus with just one sentence. Tsk, I'm so dirty.

When He Songling was sighing to himself, he suddenly saw through the glass that the mold colony in the petri dish seemed to jump.

"What is this?" He Songling was startled and turned to look at Fleming, only to find that the old man was still immersed in the beautiful fantasy of being a "Nobel Prize winner" and had not come back to his senses at all.

"insanity?"

He Songling ignored him and immersed his mind and Qi into his body, and found something moving inside him.

The two huge worms given by Wei Shufen.

Sure enough, when He Songling used his Qi to force the Gu, it moved, and the Penicillium colonies in the culture dish also jumped.

He Songling looked carefully with his innate eyes and found that it was not the colonies jumping, but the spores of Penicillium that were jumping.

"Can this Gu control Penicillium?" He Songling was stunned. He had clearly not yet refined this Gu. If he had refined it...

He Songling did what he said. He used his innate spirit to control the Qi in his body and began to combine the Gu with himself according to the method of offering sacrifices and refining the Gu in the books of the Medicine Immortal Association. He Songling did not plan to practice other Gu techniques, but he did not mind some Gu insects that could relax the muscles and joints and have some massage and health-preserving effects.

After all, theoretically speaking, the Gu that was refined with Qi and blood was intertwined with one's life and was essentially a part of one's body, so it was not a problem. What kind of practice was He Songling doing, and what was the quality of his innate soul? At a speed that the Great Elder dared not even imagine, the two Gu insects were refined in just a few seconds. Then He Songling tried to move the two Gu to the Penicillium colony.

"This is..." He Songling widened his eyes.

He controlled the insect to eat the Penicillium and then swim back to his body.

Not long after, He Songling felt that he could produce penicillin in batches, and through the control of the Gu, even the Penicillium colonies in the culture dishes just now could separate and shed pure penicillin on their own.

"???" He Songling was very confused: "I became a wet nurse?"

He then realized how much this combination of Gu Masters and microorganisms could improve future biopharmaceuticals, genetics, and other microscopic sciences.

"Go back and teach Wei Shufen. She deserves a Nobel Prize just for this. Although it's impossible for her to win the prize, in the future she can lead Qinghe Village to occupy the lowest position among the top ten." He Songling thought about it. This would be an unparalleled advantage for the country to occupy the forefront of science and technology in the future. If Wei Shufen really made this contribution, let alone being among the top ten, her status would be higher than Zhao Fangxu's.

By then, even your palm strike, Mr. Zhao, won’t be able to strike my Penicillium Gu!

"Hehe, I'll just have to live off my wife in the future." He Songling thought happily.

Until Fleming's scream pulled him out of his beautiful fantasy.

"Oh my God, Buddha, Anla, Taishang Laojun, this is, this is penicillin! How come..." Fleming was like he had suddenly discovered a gold mine, and he couldn't wait to call his students and colleagues in to continue his research.

There was no way out. Because of the sudden change caused by He Songling, Fleming, John and others had to work overtime in the laboratory. He Songling didn't even have a chance to eat. The big boss was ruthlessly driven out of the laboratory by a group of scientists.

"No respect for the boss at all." He Songling thought angrily, and simply went to have a drink with Boss Zhao.

It all depends on Boss Zhao who is good at making the arrangements. He has made great achievements in the UK, and all sales and channels have been opened up. The only problem is that he has not found a good partner for overseas transportation channels.

When he heard that He Songling set up a shipping company as soon as he arrived, Boss Zhao exclaimed that he was a god descending to earth.

"Don't say anything, Boss He. If you come to England, I will make sure everything is arranged for you!"

Boss Zhao patted his chest and made the promise.

It must be said that Boss Zhao has higher emotional intelligence than those scientists. He has been enjoying the arrangements made for He Songling these days so much that he doesn't want to leave.

For the next few days I couldn’t write a single word, and even a stroke had to be blocked.

Until this day, Ismay sent news that everything was ready and the ceremonies had been arranged according to He Songling's instructions.

Please ask He Songling to "lift" the curse.

(End of this chapter)