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?”

Henry did not trust Philip.

want to see a ray of hope, only to

do you need?” Philip

billion. Also, we might not be able to give you a return on your investment within five to ten

His heart was pounding.

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

slightly when he heard that amount made Henry’s heart

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

suddenly said, completely

in the room

George Thomas stayed calmly drinking his

billion really was not

then, when the young master built a national statue of Confucious on Mount Fuji, he spent almost ten

could give

allow others to bully his country,

still made sure to pay

filled his eyes and he said excitedly, “You’re amazing, Mr. Clarke! I

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

such a boon for the domestic

he

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

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

The applause was rapturous.

food and wine, they decided

an unfortunate coincidence awaited him

out to him