Charles' words mercilessly tore open the darkest corner of Professor Ling's heart, revealing the dirtiest secret in his heart.

Professor Ling, as if he had lost his mind in an instant, grabbed Charles' clothes and shouted in extreme anger: "You're talking nonsense! This experimental result is mine, I have given everything for it. Without me, this virus would have been

That fool Lin Yan was ruined. In this world, I am the only one who can complete this experiment! I am the only one! Did you hear it?"

If it were usual, Ling Feng was just a person with no power to tie a chicken and would not dare to be so presumptuous in front of Charles.

However, Charles's words just now greatly stimulated his self-esteem.

It reminds him of his unsuccessful self who had been suppressed by Lin Yan's halo.

The humiliation and anger in his heart made him want to prove that he was not inferior to Lin Yan. He was the one who laughed to the end. He would complete this experiment, and his name was left in history.

But he was not Charles' opponent. Charles used only one hand to pull him away from his body. With a push, Professor Ling hit the bookshelf hard on the back.

The books on the bookshelf were knocked to the ground and Professor Ling sat on the ground with weak slid, panting with difficulty.

Charles sorted out his torn clothes, then stood up and looked down at Professor Ling, who was sitting on the ground and panting, "I don't care how many ridiculous excuses you have, but your failure in the past twenty years has proved you.

Not as good as Lin Yan.”

Professor Ling was so angry that he felt a chest pain, his eyes were red and glaring at Charles, and he said angrily: "I'm not inferior to him!"

He stubbornly refused to admit his failure, as if as long as this was the case, he would not return to the dirty and dirty self he used to be like a mouse in the gutter.

Charles looked at him with compassion and contempt, "It's useless to just say these things. What I want is real progress and results. I have limited patience. If you really can't do it, I will make others more comfortable.

People with ability will replace you. As for you, I can send you to see Lin Yan personally and let you compete with him."

As he said that, he reached out to pick up the information on the table and raised it casually. Countless white papers printed with dense data were flying in the air.

"The above will give you one month at most, so you can do it yourself."

After saying that, Charles left the office without looking back.

Professor Ling sat on the ground in a mess, looking at the information falling all over the ground, like his self-esteem and pride scattered all over the ground.

The chest pain became more and more severe, and finally he vomited a mouthful of blood.

The white coat on his body was immediately stained with blood. Professor Ling sat on the ground and rested for a while before he recovered from the pain.

He struggled hard to get up from the ground, walked to the desk and sat down, took out a bottle of medicine from one of the drawers, poured out two pills and swallowed them.

Then he leaned weakly on the sofa chair, as if he was about to die.

His physical condition is getting worse and worse.

I used to be able to control my medication, but recently I have had more and more frequent attacks.

What Charles said just now kept echoing in his ears, slamming his nerves over and over again.

He was depressed and angry, but he couldn't control himself from thinking about it.

He was so angry that he suddenly reached out to sweep his hand on the desk, and the things on the table fell all over the floor.

But the anger in his chest did not diminish at all.
Chapter completed!