"How ridiculous! This is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world!"
"Is this Chinese scholar serious? I think this scholar has not considered the entire research background at all. He may not have even read Professor Sylvan's works."
"Why did he have the courage to send it to our mailbox?"
"You also said that multiple sets of comparison experiments were repeated and the experimental accuracy was 100%? Doesn't he know that fraud can best be described as a model?"
"Maybe he remembered the wrong day and thought today is April Fool's Day? Hahaha..."
"Zheng Dalu? Why haven't I heard of this scholar's name? Does anyone here know him?"
"The signed workplace is Huaguo Evergreen Biotechnology...Has anyone heard of this company?"
"Please forgive my ignorance."
"Obviously, this is a bad speculator."
A group of blond and blue-eyed expert editors are sitting around a horseshoe-shaped table, holding an internal draft selection meeting.
"Liu Ye Feidao" is recognized internationally as one of the most influential and top medical journals.
This seemingly ordinary meeting held in front of the editorial office of "The Flying Knife" is well-known in the medical research community around the world.
The special editors here are all well-known scholars from all over the world. They select about 30 papers from a large number of submissions every week and select the breakthrough academic research papers for publication.
Unlike most of the expert editors below, the somewhat rigid-looking German editor-in-chief Hoffmann, who was sitting in the main seat, frowned as he looked at the article in his hand.
"Gentlemen, if you can, put aside your prejudice against this paper, and I would like to ask you to re-evaluate it objectively."
"Editor-in-Chief, you are also an expert professor in neurology. Do you really think this is necessary?"
"Yeah, who does he think he is? A fighter who wants to challenge authority?" Another editor also sneered.
In the eyes of many people, this is a waste of time.
Hoffman was not entirely surprised by the reaction of his colleagues.
After all... strange animals will be protected, but strange people will be ostracized.
The same is true in academic circles.
However, he still shook his head seriously.
"Authority? For us scientific researchers, authority is the last thing that should appear unless it finally becomes the truth.
We are professionals, so we must analyze each paper carefully.
Determine whether it is a clinical advance, a plagiarized paper, or a study truly worthy of publication.
Of course, it also includes whether the author has actually completed the research work he mentioned in the paper...
But obviously, we have not yet completed any of the above.
At least in my opinion, this paper provides us with another novel research idea, which is very enlightening. It does not seem to be something written by an unlearned speculator.
Research in the field of Alzheimer's disease can be said to have made no progress for decades. I think we may need such different voices to emerge.
That’s why I got it past the first draft.”
In fact, as an expert in this field, Hoffman was originally very dissatisfied with the slow progress in Alzheimer's disease treatment research and development.
after all……
A hint of darkness flashed in his eyes.
It goes without saying that the editor-in-chief of a top journal is of high quality. When I saw this paper for the first time, I didn’t know why, but I felt instantly amazed.
It's like being in a maze where you can't find your way, and suddenly someone opens a door for you...
Even if that door looks so illusory...
“Objectively speaking, I don’t see anything imprecise in this paper.
Even...I can't find any suspicious loopholes in it, and as the editor-in-chief said, its research ideas are quite groundbreaking!
If the experimental data of this paper are true, and there is no need to modify it, I would recommend making it the front page."
A younger editor saw the editor's support, so he stood up and truthfully expressed his thoughts.
"Cake seller! Front page? Are you kidding me? It's going to cause a stir!"
"However, purely in terms of theory, this article does have its scientific research value.
Well... I should say that the value is subversive..."
"The premise of your suggestion is the authenticity of this paper. If such an unconfirmed paper is published, once it is confirmed that the data is fraudulent, it will be a heavy blow to the credibility of our Liuye Feidao!
Have you forgotten that Harvard Medical School’s cardiac stem cell research paper was falsified not long ago, leading to a large number of retractions?”
"Yes, the aftermath of that incident has not yet passed, and those media with a keen sense of smell are still staring at us all day long. I do not recommend publishing such a sensational and very vulnerable article at this time."
"It seems that this paper is very controversial, so I reserve my opinion. After all, neurology is not my area of ​​expertise."
"Well... my suggestion is to provide an opportunity for the author to answer questions about the experimental data..."
"I think……"
After several minutes of discussion, Hoffman nodded, hesitated for a moment, and finally made a decision.
"Then I will put this article on hold for the time being. I will ask my friends at PFE to help me conduct an independent review of it."
(PFE: International pharmaceutical giant Ruihui)
"Independent review?" All the editors were a little surprised.
Ordinary manuscripts do not need to use this level of review specifications.
After all, independent review…that costs money!
However, considering the condition of Hoffman's wife, everyone has some understanding of his behavior.
"Although I think this is a bit redundant, according to Professor Zheng, this kind of experiment is reproducible, so it shouldn't be difficult to verify it."
"Okay! I agree!"
After the manuscript selection meeting ended, Hoffman opened his computer and sent the relevant information of this paper to the email address of his friend Richard.
Then I made an international long distance call...
…
Across the ocean, Gotham City.
PFE headquarters, R&D center office.
“Richard, you failed again! Again and again!
How many years has it been? Your bad news is just like those little ghosts who come knocking on the door on Halloween to trick-or-treat!
How much budget do you want to take away from me this time? Ah!
Well, I have to tell you good news. The president's office has decided to cancel your group's scientific research funding for the second half of the year!
Stop! Don't tell me how promising it is. I know better than you that it can make us a lot of money, but only if you research this damn Alzheimer's disease targeted drug!
If you can't get it out, you are just a bottomless pit that you can only get in but cannot get out of!
If you don't want the entire team to pack up and leave, then quickly submit a feasible research project to me.
Remember! Don’t let me hear that damn word ‘Alzheimer’s’ again in this project, not a single letter!
Now, close the door and leave me alone to calm down!"
After a while, a bald, middle-aged white man who looked to be in his fifties walked out of the office with a somewhat gray face.
Richard returned to his office dejectedly, leaned back on his chair weakly, and looked at the messy documents on the desk in front of him in a daze.
Yes, how many years?
It seems like sixteen years...
He has been immersed in this field since he graduated with a Ph.D., thinking that one day he would become famous.
However, after so many years, he seemed to have embarked on a path of no return.
There was always someone telling him in his ears... It's almost here, it's almost there...
However, more than ten years have passed, and there is still no end in sight...
To be continued...