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Chapter 1 Depression

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    Summer in California is always bitter.  In the evening, under the corridors of Berkeley University, students in twos and threes sat on the stone steps to enjoy the cool air.  Someone was playing and singing a ditty with a ukulele, and someone was muttering to himself.

    Shi Huairu's office is on the first floor, near the corridor.  The setting sun reflected a ray of golden light on the glass window, and along with the shadows of people coming and going, it was reflected on the desk.

    At first, he forcefully opened his bloodshot eyes and silently recited the paragraphs in the article sentence by sentence.  Then he couldn't stop frowning and covering his ears hard.

    In fact, the sound insulation effect of the office is not bad, he can't hear any sound in it.  But those lights and shadows mixed together always made him feel very restless.

    As an associate professor of microbiology, Shi Huairu was originally well-known in the industry.  In his twenties, he became the youngest tenured professor in the history of Berkeley University.

    He has published many top magazine articles and applied for many large project funds.  Colleagues and friends always joked that according to his hard work speed, he would have to win a Nobel Prize in the future.  Although Shi Huairu always laughed it off, he still had some expectations for himself.

    But God seems to have played a joke on him. Once he passed the age of 30, those good words in the past have nothing to do with him at all-the article of the experimental team's project lasted for three full years, and now  The manuscripts were directly rejected by top journals such as "New England Journal of Medicine" and "The Lancet" one after another, without even a chance for major revisions.

    Over the past few years, relying on his enthusiasm for science, Shi Huairu has imprisoned himself in this high wall of scientific research, pouring all his time and energy into it.

    But what did he get?  It's just an evaluation that "the research direction hardly sees any meaning".  How does this not make him feel depressed?

    The coffee burning on the coffee machine is steaming "cuckoo", the aroma has already been brewed, and it automatically jumps to the keep warm state.  There is always something like coffee on the desk of a scientific researcher. If you don't drink three or four cups a day, you can't seem to lift your energy all over the body.

    At that time, there was a knock on the door of the office, and Shi Huairu reluctantly stood up from the swivel chair to open the door.

    A tall woman stood at the door, but she was wearing a neat white shirt with the hem tucked into black polyester straight-leg pants.  There is a trace of extraordinary self-confidence in the tall and straight demeanor, and the whole body is very neat.

    On her long face, a pair of eyes looked extraordinarily dark, and the inside was even more radiant.  Coupled with the faint smile on the corner of the lips, at first glance, it is somewhat shocking.

    "Huairu, haven't you eaten yet? I happen to be free today, so I made your favorite braised chicken, let's eat together." Su Wanqing lifted the lunch box and hung it in the air, and said with a slight smile.

    Shi Huairu has been bored in the office for a whole day and night, the air conditioner is cycled, and the windows are not open to let in the air.  Blankets were thrown carelessly under the sofa, wet wipes sticky to the arm of the swivel chair.  There was also a t-shirt with a slight smell of sweat, half-slanted on the back of the chair.

    Looking at the table again, it was even more horrible.  There are discarded instant noodle seasoning packets everywhere, as well as takeaway foam boxes.  A good office looks like a garbage pond, there is nowhere to go when it is messy.

    "Wanqing, I'm sorry, I didn't even bother to clean up. I" Shi Huairu obviously didn't expect his wife Wanqing to visit suddenly, he felt a little ashamed when he spoke.

    Wan Qing let out a "chi" laugh, found a tea table with a little gap beside the sofa, put down the lunch box and said, "What's the matter? There's a lot of things to do, isn't it like this when you're busy? Didn't you come to see it at my place?"  , and held group meetings for several days in a row, it¡¯s not much better than yours.¡±

    As she spoke, she walked to Huairu's desk and looked at his computer screen.  Shown above is a comparison model of a set of hantaviruses, which is no different from the data she saw three months ago.  Judging from experience, I am afraid that Huairu's experimental project has encountered a bottleneck and cannot continue for a while.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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