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

see a ray of hope, only to have it

much money do you need?”

we might not be able to give you a return

His heart was pounding.

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

heard that amount

condition. Turner’s Hospital’s Riverdale branch must only have

said,

everyone in the room was

calmly drinking his tea without a word

really was not

statue of Confucious on Mount Fuji, he

so he could give

others to bully his country,

he still made sure

shocked 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.

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

boon for the

unimaginable boon, the likes he never dared to dream

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

either. He said calmly, “There’s 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

The applause was rapturous.

food

visited the washroom, but an unfortunate coincidence awaited

to