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?”

did not trust

did not want to see a ray of hope, only to have it dashed once

money do you need?”

not be able

His heart was pounding.

only his initial celebration that he remembered just how

way Philip’s expression changed slightly when he heard that amount made Henry’s heart skip a

give you four billion, but on one condition. Turner’s Hospital’s Riverdale branch must only have

said, completely

that moment, everyone in

drinking his tea without a word

billion really was not that

master built a national statue of Confucious on Mount Fuji,

could

could not allow others

made sure to pay the oppressors back for their

said excitedly, “You’re amazing, Mr. Clarke! I accept your condition, no problem! On behalf of medical workers everywhere,

here and now,

a boon for the domestic

he

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

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 up with the best results, so that we can slap those foreigners in the face with what we can

The applause was rapturous.

fill of food and wine,

unfortunate coincidence awaited him when he passed

called out to him