Carlton was at a loss for a moment.
Since he had come here, he clearly thought his life was more important. He had already prepared himself to donate his assets.
Just like that other tycoon, he had originally planned to wait and see the results before donating his assets.
After all, he didn't want to be a sucker.
But he had also seen what had happened to that tycoon.
If he dared ask to see the results before donating, he'd probably end up just like him.
The tycoon had completely panicked, too. He hurriedly called out to the people from Qinglin Laboratory, "No, you can't do this! I arrived first. I'm willing to donate my assets before treatment."
Clearly, the person in charge of this at Qinglin Laboratory had been given instructions to make an example of someone. They didn't pay the tycoon any further attention.
Sometimes, the person made an example of wasn't just a nobody. It could also be a tycoon.
The other tycoons looked just as unhappy when they saw this.
They had the same idea, too. They wanted to see the results first and donate their assets afterward.
But after seeing what had happened to the tycoon who'd been made an example of, how could they bring themselves to ask?
At that moment, the tycoons were all feeling terribly conflicted.
It seemed their only option was to donate their assets first and sign a contract before undergoing the clinical treatment trial. There was no other way.
What they feared most now was that one of the tycoons would give in first, leading to a scramble for the spots. That would be awkward.
Just as they were thinking this, one tycoon gritted his teeth and spoke first. "I'm willing to sign the contract and donate my assets