"A mediator contacted a doctor, said to be a world-renowned pharmaceutical expert, very young, willing to come and try." Angela Summer mentioned this, feeling a bit tired. These past few months, since Philip Shaw was poisoned, she had been running around everywhere. Many people had contacted her, saying such-and-such famous doctor or expert was skilled in the pharmaceutical field, but so far, no one has created an antidote.
She knew it wasn't their fault; every drug requires years of accumulation to be developed. Inventing a new drug is not as easy as she imagined. But she couldn't wait any longer, and Philip Shaw couldn't wait either. She was really worried that before Philip Shaw died, there would be no news about the drugs.
"When is he willing to come?"
"He'll be at the lab tomorrow. But he needs a direct consultation; I'll drive to pick him up when the time comes."
