Gao Jingchuan smiled wryly. "But aren't you rushing this a little too much? In one day, never mind three rounds of clinical trials—you couldn't even finish one, could you?"
Shen Bing said, "Under normal circumstances, of course not. But what if I went to a hospital and found some terminal cancer patients who were on the verge of death, and they became hale and hearty overnight after taking my medicine? Would that be enough to get it approved?"
Shen Bing was met with silence—utter silence, without so much as a sound.
After a long while, Shen Bing heard a gulp from the other end. "Old Shen, are you sure you're not pulling my leg?"
"Damn, do you think you're cute? Would teasing you be any fun?" Shen Bing replied with a little jab.
Gao Jingchuan didn't mind in the slightest. All he felt was wild joy! Boundless joy! "Great! If your medicine really can do that, I guarantee the higher-ups will approve it."
"No shit," Shen Bing said flatly. "Even without your guarantee, I can guarantee it'll pass."
"Heh!" Gao Jingchuan chuckled. "Whatever you say, I did help put you in touch with the right people, didn't I? You can't just ignore my contribution!"
"Fine. Since you want credit, finding the test subjects is your job. This is an enormous favor, practically giving those terminal cancer patients a new lease on life. You'd better find people who are about to meet King Yama. They'll be easier to persuade."
"Understood! Leave it to me," Gao Jingchuan said cheerfully, then quickly hung up.
Shen Bing put down his phone, feeling quite pleased. Having a "little brother" who enjoyed running errands really was nice. He could leave bothersome matters like this to him.
Shen Bing trusted Gao Jingchuan to handle everything properly. For