The First Heir

They needed at least two billion in investments this time!

Henry could afford that much himself, but he could not possibly contribute so much at once. He would require approval and red tape from all parties.

That was why the medical developments in the country could not keep up with those from overseas.

Now that Mr. Clarke had agreed to invest that amount, though, that would speed up domestic research by at least five years!

Five whole years!

That would take so much blood, sweat, and tears from so many diligent medical personnel.

Henry Turner knew very well how much every medical researcher toiled away behind the scenes, doing what looked like mundane and meaningless experiments.

That was why he was so grateful.

It was not just him, either. His students in the room were extremely excited too.

They knew that their teacher had brought them here and treated this man to a meal for a reason.

They needed to find someone who was willing to donate two billion.

That was not a small sum by any means.

Who would ever want to invest in a medical project that could go five or even ten years without a tangible result?

Everyone was getting emotional, and they all cheered to Philip’s health.

It took a while before Henry finally calmed down. He ventured carefully, “Mr. Clarke, we need an astronomical amount of funding this time. Are you sure you’re willing to invest in us?”

was not that Henry did not trust Philip. He was just being

to see a ray of hope, only to have it dashed once

do you need?” Philip

we might not be able

His heart was pounding.

was only his initial celebration that he remembered just how enormous a

Philip’s expression changed slightly when he heard

one condition. Turner’s Hospital’s Riverdale branch must only have a contract with Beacon Pharmaceutical, and you must work with Wynn

suddenly said,

everyone in the room

stayed calmly drinking his tea without a

was not

of Confucious on Mount Fuji, he spent almost ten billion

so he could give them the

not allow others to bully his country,

passed since then, he still made sure to pay the oppressors

that his hands were shaking. Hot tears filled his eyes and he said excitedly, “You’re amazing, Mr. Clarke! I accept your condition, no problem! On behalf of medical workers everywhere, I thank you with all my heart. Please… Please

but right here and now,

a boon for the domestic medical

boon, the likes he

had all jumped to their feet and respectfully raised their glasses at

to medical technology, refusing to share their knowledge with us.

The applause was rapturous.

food and wine, they

the washroom, but an unfortunate coincidence awaited him when he passed by the main

to