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

not want to see a ray of hope,

much money do you

said with some difficulty, “Two billion. Also, we might not be able to give you a return on your

His heart was pounding.

was only his initial celebration that he remembered just

Philip’s expression changed slightly when he heard

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

said, completely

everyone in

his tea without a word

billion really was not

when the young master built a national statue of Confucious on Mount Fuji, he

he could give them the

could not allow others to bully his

sure to pay the oppressors back for

that his hands were shaking. Hot tears filled his eyes and he said excitedly, “You’re amazing, Mr. Clarke! I

Turner was already old and gray, but right here and now,

was such a boon for

the likes he never dared to

to their feet and respectfully raised

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

The applause was rapturous.

had their fill of food and wine, they decided

visited the washroom, but an unfortunate coincidence awaited

to