Chapter 759


    It was because of that did her father remember that she knew Martin and wondered if he could help


    them cultivate a good impression before Mr. Wyance.


    After all, it was said that the project’s internal scheduling had determined that the tender was to be


    done by the governor, so it was almost up to Mr. Wyance to decide who to give the tender to.


    Thinking of this, Joyce subconsciously stirred the ss rod in the beaker. The experimental data was


    no longer in her mind, only her worries about her family.


    After all, she could only continue tofortably be a doctor if the McCarthy family was prosperous, and


    if they were to lose again in this tender, her quality of life would likely see a downgrade.


    Thinking of this, a surge of emotion shed across Joyce’s eyes as she subconsciously looked at


    Martin with an obvious pleading look on her face.


    Martin, who was stern with her but still extended a helping hand, was her only hope.


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    When she thought of that, her eyes looking at Martin were like a greedy fisher who found the riches of


    the deep.


    Martin was focused on the cell activity of the experiment and paid no attention to Joyce’s gaze.


    He was very ambitious, and the purpose of this experiment would scare people witless.


    Even the members of his own team had no idea what his ultimate goal was.


    It was just that whenever he was just a step away, there would be a thin barrier standing between him


    and the level he wanted to achieve.


    This was the closest he ever was to his dream, and sess or failure all depended on this.


    Martin did not stop personally adjusting the temperature of the biological solution in the test tube. His


    eyes were locked onto the numbers disyed on the instrument penal as he closed in on that threshold


    he had been dreaming of!


    Yet just a second before it reached that threshold, all of the cells in the test tube suddenly stopped


    moving and then lost all activity one by one.


    And the numbers on the instrument rapidly fell.


    This was the Nth number of failures now, and Martin’s eyes were a little red from staying upte. He


    rubbed his rather pale face as he walked out with an unsteady step, not even bothering to take off his


    gloves.


    He thought it would definitely be sessful this time.


    This was already his limit, yet he was still unable to keep the cells alive in that state, even after he had


    added his improved oxygenase as an auxiliary reagent. It was still useless.


    Martin suddenly felt a little despair. He put his hand into his pocket and then pulled out a cigarette


    before lighting it up and bit it by the side of his mouth.


    His team members originally wanted toe over to console him. Their ability to endure was far better


    than Martin’s as thetter had poured his heart and soul into this experiment, and every failure meant a


    complete rebuke of himself.


    So far, thest attempt was the closest one to sess.


    It was just a tenth of a second away, and his new active enzyme invention would be sessful.


    Yet, they did not know that the active enzyme they thought they were researching was only a binding


    reagent Martin was using to assist with his experiment.


    Upon seeing Martin pulling out a cigarette, the few people around him looked at each other and, with


    tacit understanding, did not move forward anymore.


    Their team leader would only smoke when he was at his emotional limits.


    No one dared to go piss him off at this juncture.


    Martin seemed to be looking ahead but also seemed to be not looking at anything at all. His eyes were


    nk and unfocused.


    He took a deep puff as he let out a rare look of exhaustion.


    ‘Do I have the right to chase after that miracle doctor?’