"Third, how much longer will your targeted medicine take? What?! At least a year? Damn! Can't it be any faster?" Edward Farmbright bellowed into the phone.
Spencer Tatum's signal was unstable, and his words were intermittent.
"This is already the fastest possible timeline, and I haven't even factored in the human trial phase yet."
"Can't it be any quicker? Can you get it done in half a year?"
"No, I can manage other formulas, but there's a special plant ingredient that can only be extracted after waiting for a year, I can't synthesize it, I can just wait, a year is already the fastest I can promise."
The development of a targeted medicine for rare diseases is an extremely complex process, and Spencer Tatum had been struggling with it for many years. Now, he was finally nearing the end stage, but fate had played a cruel trick, missing the deadline by just half a year.
Edward Farmbright, furious, threw his phone. Just half a year, only half a year away!
