Chapter 115
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?” It was not that Henry did not trust Philip. He was just being very cautious.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe did not want to see a ray of hope, only to have it dashed once more. “How much money do you
need?” Philip asked calmly. Henry said with some difficulty,
“Two billion. Also, we might not be able to give you a return on your investment within five to ten years.”
His heart was pounding. It was only his initial celebration that he remembered just how enormous a
sum two billion was. The way Philip’s expression changed slightly when he heard that amount made
Henry’s heart skip a beat too. “I’ll 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, an employee there.” Philip suddenly said, completely composed.
At that moment, everyone in the room was stunned! Only George Thomas stayed calmly drinking his
tea without a word at the side. Four billion really was not that much. Back then, when the young master
built a national statue of Confucious on Mount Fuji, he spent almost ten billion on it! All so he could give
them the finger! He could not allow others to bully his country, Orienta! Although a hundred years had
passed since then, he still made sure to pay the oppressors back for their humiliation of his country.
Henry was so 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. Please… Please accept my toast!” Henry Turner was
already old and gray, but right here and now, his blood was rushing through his veins.
This was such a boon for the domestic medical scene! An unimaginable boon, the likes he never dared
to dream of! All the doctors in the room had all jumped to their feet and respectfully raised their glasses
at Philip. Philip did not act lofty, 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 research and come
up with the best results, so that we can slap those foreigners in the face with what we can do. Show
them they can’t look down on Orienta!” The applause was rapturous. After everyone had their fill of
food and wine, they decided to leave soon. Philip visited the washroom, but an unfortunate coincidence
awaited him when he passed by the main hall.
A voice called out to him loudly from behind. “Philip Clarke? What are you doing here, you broke
hobo?” The voice was taunting, filled with arrogance and contempt. Philip frowned slightly and turned
to see Aiden Grant, who was walking out of the hall. He was wearing a deep-green suit and dressed to
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthe nines, looking like the very embodiment of success. Aiden was in a bad mood these past few days.
It all started with the terrible embarrassment he suffered after the previous incident. He had been
looking for a way to get back at Philip all this time. Today, lo and behold, he bumped into Philip at
Virtuous Court. Even the heavens were helping him. Philip could not be bothered to deal with him, that
self-absorbed narcissist. That was why Philip simply turned to leave. However, there was no way Aiden
was going to let this chance go. He directly stood in Philip’s way, sneering at him. “Well, well, Philip
Clarke. Can’t even be bothered to look at me anymore, huh?
How could a broke beggar like you warrant a meal at Virtuous Court? Don’t you know the clientele here consists of the best of
society? “Wait a sec!
Hey, are you here working part-time to earn Mila’s medical fee?” All of a sudden, something occurred to Aiden and he burst out
laughing, the contempt in his eyes intensifying. How could someone like this end up marrying Wynn? Philip looked at Aiden
coldly. “Whatever I’m doing here, it’s none of your business.” Aiden blinked, and then his expression turned stormy. He swore,
“F*ck you! How dare a useless piece of trash like you talk to me like that!” Philip’s frown deepened. Should he punish Aiden
Grant? Just then, Aiden jeered at him coldly again and said, “Philip, who do you think invited me here today?”