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?”

not that Henry did not trust Philip. He was just

want to see a ray of hope, only to have it

do you need?”

we might not be able to

His heart was pounding.

only his initial celebration that he remembered just how enormous a

changed slightly when he heard

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

said,

moment, everyone in the

George Thomas stayed calmly drinking his tea without a

billion really was not

statue of Confucious on Mount Fuji, he spent almost ten

so he could give them the

others to

had passed since then, he still made sure

tears filled his eyes and he said excitedly, “You’re amazing, Mr. Clarke! I accept your condition, no problem! On behalf of medical

was already old and gray, but right here and now, his blood was rushing through

boon

he never

had all jumped to their feet and

no need to go that far, everyone. I’m just doing what I can for the local medical scene. Right now, the bigger countries are dominating the area and limiting our access to medical technology, refusing to share their knowledge with us. I’ve gotten quite sick of that. All I ask is that all of you can dedicate your minds to your research and come

The applause was rapturous.

food and wine, they decided

coincidence awaited him

voice called out to