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?”

trust Philip. He was just being

ray of hope, only

money do you need?” Philip asked

Also, we might not be able to give you

His heart was pounding.

initial celebration that he remembered

changed slightly when he heard that amount made Henry’s heart

give you four billion, but on one condition. Turner’s Hospital’s Riverdale branch must only have a contract with Beacon Pharmaceutical, and you must work with Wynn Johnston,

said, completely

in the

drinking his

was

built a national statue of Confucious on Mount Fuji, he spent

he could give them the

not allow others to bully his country,

still made sure to pay the oppressors

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

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

boon for

likes he never dared

jumped to their feet and respectfully raised their glasses at

to medical technology, refusing to share their knowledge with us. I’ve gotten quite sick of that. All I ask

The applause was rapturous.

had their fill of food and wine, they decided to

an unfortunate coincidence awaited

out to