The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

"arrive."

It's a noodle shop with soybean paste. The storefront isn't big, with a few wooden tables, all packed with people, and it's very lively.

The aroma of fried sauce wafted out, filling my nostrils.

The teacher and student found a corner to sit down.

Professor Yan ordered two bowls of noodles with soybean paste and two bottles of Beibingyang soda.

The noodles were served very quickly, steaming hot.

The fried sauce is a glossy dark red, the cucumber shreds are bright green, and the noodles are chewy. After mixing, the aroma becomes even stronger.

Professor Yan picked up a mouthful of food with his chopsticks and began to eat it.

Fu Hua was also hungry, so she lowered her head and ate without saying a word.

After taking a few bites, Professor Yan put down his chopsticks and sighed.

"Huahua, I'm so sorry for what I did today."

His face was tense. "I made you go hungry and left you feeling angry."

Fu Hua shook her head, chewing her noodles, and mumbled, "It's nothing, teacher. You eat, don't think about those things."

Professor Yan looked at her.

"Are you really alright?"

Fu Hua swallowed her drink, picked up the Arctic Ocean soda, took a sip, and smiled slightly.

"This level of skill isn't enough to make me angry."

Professor Yan was slightly taken aback, then smiled.

"Okay, your attitude is better than the teacher's."

He ate a few more bites, his expression grave: "The Chinese Academy of Sciences is unwilling to cooperate. What are your thoughts?"

Fu Hua put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth.

"Then I'll do my own research and do it myself."

Professor Yan looked at her without saying a word.

Fu Hua continued, "I proposed the project, I set the direction, and I can generate the data myself. If they won't cooperate, am I just going to give up?"

Putting everything else aside, for An'an's sake, and for the sake of those children, we cannot give up.

And that treacherous guy, all that nonsense he spouted at the dinner table.

It makes me unhappy just thinking about it.

Professor Yan nodded, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"I like your enthusiasm."

He paused, then added, "But..."

Fu Hua looked at him.

Professor Yan put down his chopsticks, leaned back in his chair, and began to arrange the dishes for her one by one.

"First, equipment. Our school's physics department has a few pieces of equipment for materials science, but almost none for biomedical research."

Cell culture incubators, ELISA readers, inverted microscopes—all of these need to be purchased from scratch.

An imported one costs tens of thousands, while a domestically produced one costs ten or twenty thousand. Where does the money come from?

Fu Hua didn't speak, but listened attentively.

"Secondly, regarding materials, the amount of foreign literature we can find is limited."

Many of the latest research findings are not shared with us.

How can you pursue someone when you don't even know how far they've progressed?

"Third, data, clinical data, you need someone to provide it to you."

At Anzhen Hospital, Dr. Fang readily agreed, but they needed to see the results first.

Even if we could establish a long-term partnership, we don't know when that would take, and we'd need a formal agreement. We don't have that right now.

Fourth, funding.

Professor Yan looked at her seriously. "It's an on-campus project with limited funding. We're lucky if we can get 50,000 or 80,000 yuan approved a year."

Your project will require an initial investment of at least two to three hundred thousand yuan.

Then there are animal experiments and clinical trials, which is a bottomless pit.

He paused.

"Huahua, I don't mean to discourage you, but you need to be aware of these difficulties."

After listening, Fu Hua nodded.

"Professor, I've thought about all of that."

Professor Yan looked at her.

Fu Hua said, "We can add equipment gradually, starting with the most essential ones. Materials can be brought back by exchange students and visiting scholars from abroad."

"Regarding the clinical data, I will discuss a formal collaboration with Dr. Fang, including funding..."

She paused.

"I can pay for it myself."

Professor Yan's eyes widened, and his chopsticks froze in mid-air.

He looked up at Fu Hua, his eyes filled with obvious shock.

"Pay for it yourself?"

He put down his chopsticks. "Huahua, doing projects isn't like answering questions or writing exams. Do you know how much this costs?"

Fu Hua didn't say anything.

Professor Yan counted on his fingers for her.

"Equipment, the most basic one, a cell culture incubator, even a domestic one costs more than 10,000 yuan. An inverted microscope, a good one costs 20,000 to 30,000 yuan."

An ELISA reader costs nearly 20,000 yuan.

Needless to say, consumables—petition dishes, reagents, serum—are all expensive items.

"Add to that the cost of animal experiments, buying experimental animals, feeding them, and surgical supplies, and it will cost at least tens of thousands."

This doesn't even include the costs of your subsequent clinical trials. All things considered, it simply won't be possible to get it started without several hundred thousand yuan.

"This is not something we can do on our own. How could you have such a bold idea?"

He looked at Fu Hua with a puzzled expression.

This student has always been very steady and pragmatic.

"Take my advice, teacher. Hundreds of thousands is no small sum. I know you have money; you've bought your own house and are doing business outside, but this..."

"We can't put all our savings into this unknown project."

Fu Hua nodded.

"Teacher, I understand everything you're saying. I know this is difficult."

Professor Yan was taken aback.

Fu Hua continued, "Of course, I don't have enough money of my own, but I can try to find ways to attract investment and cooperation with other organizations."

She quickly went through the accounts in her mind.

He earned nearly 20,000 yuan repairing communication equipment for the military.

Hua Ning Textile doesn't have much working capital. If we insist on taking it, we can only get a few thousand yuan, which isn't worthwhile.

There were quite a few gold antiques in the space.

Selling everything would definitely be enough, but the money came from an unknown source and can't be explained.

Therefore, attracting investment is still a more suitable approach.

As for who to ask, she roughly knew.

Professor Yan listened and remained silent for a few seconds.

He picked up his chopsticks again, took a bite of noodles, and chewed slowly.

After swallowing, he spoke.

"Fu Hua, if you can really find investors, you can do this project yourself..."

"Then I suggest that the school not get involved."

Fu Hua looked at him.

Professor Yan said, "You can build your own team, control the direction yourself, and apply for patents on the results—it's all yours."

Fu Hua's eyes lit up; this was exactly what she had in mind.

Only by obtaining a patent can the money in the space be used legitimately in the future.

She had originally wanted to find an opportunity to discuss this matter with Professor Yan, but she didn't expect him to bring it up first.

"Professor, that's what I think too."

Professor Yan nodded, a hint of relief appearing on his face, but it was quickly replaced by worry.

"However, this matter needs to be handled step by step."

He tapped the table, his gaze serious: "I'll think of a way for you. First, get the official project approved, either the 863 Program or a Ministry of Health project, and get some start-up funding."

He paused.

"With official approval, it will be easier for you to approach investors."

Fu Hua nodded.

"Thank you, Professor."

Professor Yan waved his hand and picked up another mouthful of noodles.

"Let's eat first."

He looked up and said, "Once things are working on the child, go see Dr. Fang at Anzhen Hospital and have a proper talk about this."

Fu Hua responded and continued eating her noodles.

She had already started planning her next move.

I contacted Dr. Fang to discuss clinical collaboration.

Look for state-owned enterprises, top-tier cardiac research institutes, and state-owned medical device factories.

They can contribute money and resources, and she can contribute her technology as equity.

With patents in hand, funding flows in continuously.