"Want to cry!"
"Hold on!"
"Don't shed tears."
The three France and Germany scientists kept comforting themselves, stay calm, must stay calm, what does the Nobel Prize count for, haha, what does cancer count for, haha, what does the AIDS virus count for, haha.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Boohoo!
Seems like it's going to.
...
Soon.
Amidst the melodious music.
The king stepped on stage.
With a smile on his face, all cameras were now focused on those three distinctly different figures. Many in the audience were older, some had been to Germany for treatment, their gazes were friendly.
Of course.
There were unfriendly ones too.
Truth be told.
Many wished they could tie up the three of them and force out the preparation technology of the transcription fluid, not entirely for economic interests, but also out of curiosity, especially the scientists, who were very eager.
Two years.
No progress at all, who wouldn't be at a loss.
"Congratulations."
