In media reports, books, and magazines, scientific progress was just a phrase. It was mundane.
In reality, it was countless amounts of money that drove scientific progress.
Not every scientific research received a positive response. Most of the time, it could not be done. The direction of the research was wrong, or the supporting technology was limited. In the end, the money invested became a kind of accumulation of technology.
Accumulation was not success. It was just the necessary reserves for success. From the perspective of investors and returns, it was at least a loss in the short term.
The more advanced the technology, the more this was the case.
The more people needed something, the more people would research it. The more money would be invested, and the more people would enter the industry.
If there was a common vision that all humans shared, it would be longevity.
Whether it was the poor or the upper class, they all longed to live longer.
Since the birth of human civilization, the pursuit of immortality seemed to be engraved in human genes.
In other words, humans and even creatures had an instinctive desire for immortality in their genes.
Every year, a large number of rich people, politicians, and even some secret accounts would transfer large amounts of money into some cutting-edge medical research. When people could not achieve immortality through theology, they instinctively turned their attention to medicine.
Perhaps medicine could not really make humans immortal, but it could maximize people's lifespans.
A few years ago, a sci-fi movie called "Man of Many Faces" was released. In the story, aliens could use advanced technology to swap brains with humans and hide among them.
This movie also brought a lot of inspiration to medicine. The aging and death of humans was based on the aging of organs. If people were given all new organs, would they not die?
Therefore, the topic of organ transplantation had been pushed forward by various rich people, politicians, and various financial support. People had begun to make progress on animals.
However, the success rate was still relatively low. There were always some problems that hindered the progress of these topics, such as rejection.
People were always trying to solve these problems. Some scientists believed that perhaps in ten to twenty years, organ transplantation could reach maturity. In fifty years, it could be successfully put into clinical practice.
Fifty years … was too long. Mr. Wycliff could not wait for fifty years.
After a new consultation, Mr. Wycliff asked his attending doctor to stay. The two of them were alone.
"I feel like my heart is getting weaker and weaker lately …" Mr. Wycliff's face was a little green, and his expression was unpleasant.
The doctor nodded. "This is an inevitable process. Some people will be faster, while others will be slower. We can't accurately judge the specific time, but your situation is indeed very bad."
Mr. Wycliffe stood up and went to the window. He looked at the children running on the lawn in the sun and showed a touch of jealousy on his face.
"The surgery you're talking about … is it a heart transplant?"
The doctor did not hide anything. "If your condition reaches the point where you have to undergo surgery, it means that taking medicine will be difficult to control. You only have two choices."
"The success rate of the surgery may be less than 5%, or the patient may give up all treatment and wait for death."
Heart failure was not like other things. Some things could just be cut off. If the heart stopped beating, there would be no point in saying anything.
There wasn't even a good way to intervene. Changing to a healthy heart seemed to be the only way.
Mr. Wycliff was silent for a moment. "I don't intend to give up my life. I have an idea …"
For the sake of money, the doctor was patient. "Please go ahead. I'm listening."
He turned to look at the doctor with a threatening gaze. "Why don't we conduct the experiment on humans directly? This research can be applied to humans faster than animals!"
That was true. For animals, no matter how good the research was, even if the success rate was 100%, there would still be many problems when it was applied to humans.
So why not start the research on human beings from the beginning?
The doctor laughed dryly. "Mr. Wycliffe, I can understand your concern for your current condition, but the question you raised …"
He shook his head. "We haven't fully grasped these technologies yet. If we rashly use them in the clinic, it will cause a large number of deaths in the experiment. It's also against ethics."
Mr. Wycliffe raised his hand and stopped the doctor from continuing. "I don't care about ethics, and I don't care if others will die. I only care about the probability of me surviving if necessary."
"You can talk to the higher-ups in the hospital who are in charge of researching these people. I have a way to provide you with a suitable place to conduct the research."
"There are some people in this world who should have died long ago, but they are still alive. This might be the reason why they are still alive!"
The doctor nodded and did not continue to argue. He had a faint feeling that this matter might be successful.
Scientific progress always required someone to pay the price. This was especially true for medical progress.
"I will pass on your message, Mr. Wycliffe …"
Looking at the doctor's back as he left, Mr. Wycliffe's eyes were only filled with reluctance. He was unwilling to leave this world so early. At this moment, he began to seriously consider how to obtain a sum of money.
Even if the hospital here did not agree with his suggestion, he could still find some people to conduct the research. He could still wait for one or two years. He could always find a solution through continuous attempts.
And all of this required money.
Money was becoming more and more important, more and more crucial!
Lynch did not have the slightest sympathy for Mr. Wycliffe's anxiety. First of all, he was not sick. Second, he was still very young. He had plenty of time to squander. Actually, that was not entirely the case.
The average lifespan of the Federation was now only 60 years, and this was under the condition that the medical standards were very high. It seemed that Lynch was going to be 25 years old soon, and he was still young.
In fact, in terms of average age, he had already lived half of his life.
Humans were really a pitiful race. God had given them wisdom and allowed them to have a brilliant culture, but it had also cruelly limited their lifespan.
The short life force endured too much pain. How good would it be if humans could live a little longer, or if they did not have to develop a sense of self or personality?
A mediocre life, like those monkeys, came and left in a daze. They had no worries, no worries.
As the President's pen landed on the agreement, the "Treaty of Buen" was completely signed.
Countless flashing lights lit up. The President stood in the middle of the 24 diplomats, ministers, and officials.
This organization would completely change the current disorderly reality of international trade and make everything orderly. This was what everyone hoped for.
In fact, for small countries, they might not understand the strategic intentions of the Federation government, and they might not understand the significance of the international financial war. All they wanted was orders.
Orders could help them get out of their current economic predicament. Some people also wanted industrial assistance or other kinds of assistance.
No matter what their purpose was, at this moment, everyone was closely united.
The President smiled happily, revealing his slightly yellowed teeth.
His dentist told him that it was not because his teeth were yellow, but because he was too old. The layer on the surface of his teeth had been destroyed, revealing the deeper dentine.
This dentine was easy to color, so it looked a little yellow. In fact, it was not that he did not pay attention to oral hygiene. It could not be helped.
This moment would be important and unforgettable for him. In fact, he was not very ambitious. To be able to enter the history books because of a treaty was an unexpected gain.
This might be one of the best pieces of news for this somewhat conservative old man.
After the shooting, it was the question-and-answer session. Today was very lively because there were so many important people sitting together. This might be the first international event in history to gather so many countries.
Every reporter wanted to stand up and speak. To them, this precious information might also become "history". They would also become "fragments of history" and be known by countless future generations.
"The girl in the front row looks good …" The President smiled and whispered to Mr. Trumann beside him.
Mr. Trumann looked at the young girl and replied in a low voice, "She's not one of us."
The President was a little regretful. He pointed to the person next to the blonde girl, a brown-haired lady who looked to be in her thirties.
"Thank you, Mr. President, for choosing me. I'm a reporter from …. My question is …"
A very responsible reporter asked a question that was actually a supplement to the draft.
For such a big political event like this, before the reporters asked questions, some important media organizations had already received the draft. They knew what to ask and what not to ask.
Only those who did not break the rules could coexist with the entire ecological environment.
And those who broke the rules would be kicked out of the circle.
The President's subordinate listened to the female reporter's question very seriously. Then, he used a witty and humorous answer to conquer all the reporters.
People applauded the President's speech and sighed at his wisdom.
In fact, some people knew very well that these were all standard answers. Before the questions were asked, there was already an answer.
Another fool's question …
Many reporters thought as they recorded the President's answer in their notebooks. These were all content to be published.
Then, people raised their hands again …