Just as Kirsten's elite team was heading towards Oxford, in an unused office at the Donn School of Pathology at Oxford University, Ernst Brown, the number two man in Flory's research group, was in the middle of the group. Qian was sitting on a bench in the corner, waiting for fate to deal with him. The biochemist no longer had any hope for his future, and he felt that this time he was going to be doomed.

The chemist, who had just celebrated his 34th birthday in June, was in the prime of his life, with thick and fluffy black hair and a fashionable mustache under the bridge of his straight nose, which at first glance looked a little similar to the giant of science Einstein, so he had a nickname for Einstein early on. In fact, his discipline and Einstein's are completely incompatible, and the status of the two sides in the scientific community is even more far apart, if there is anything in common between the two, it is that he and Einstein are both German-born Jews.

Dr. Chern's father, a Russian Jew, met his mother in Berlin while studying chemistry in Germany, and soon fell in love and married, and his father simply emigrated and stayed in Germany, where the family started a chemical factory and lived happily and wealthily because of his achievements in chemistry and the support of the Jewish Foundation.

Unfortunately, at the end of World War I, Germany's defeat was the first to suffer the brunt of the blow to Germany's chemical industry, coupled with the ensuing worldwide Great Depression, Qian En's family furniture was wiped out overnight, and his father died of depression. However, due to the influence of family education, the love of chemistry has seeped into the blood of Channe, and he entered the Friedrich-Wilhelm University to study chemistry, and at the age of twenty-four, he received a doctorate in chemistry.

When Hitler came to power, the atmosphere of rejection of Jews grew throughout German society, and the highly educated Chann felt a little nervous about the current state of society, and he realized that if the situation continued to unfold, sooner or later a storm would be set off against all Jews. No one can guarantee that they will be spared.

For personal safety reasons, and to change to a better living environment, he left Germany to seek a new life in Paris, France, where his knowledge and skills could not even be fed. Eventually, at the suggestion of a friend, he went to England to find a way out, where there was one of the best research environments in Europe, and where young scientists like him would find a place to work.

Reality always likes to tear apart young people's dreams again and again, and when Chan set foot on British soil, with only ten pounds left in his body, the young chemist stood on the streets of London, completely unaware of which direction his future lay in.

Finally, this chemist still knows the truth of Mao Sui's self-recommendation. He wrote cover letters to all the scientists he knew in the UK, asking them to help him gain a foothold in the UK. At that time, the relationship between scientists was still very close, especially when meeting talented juniors, who were usually very eager to help. Eventually, after a long circle of relationships, Chin finally got the Cambridge University William Brown. The principal of Donn Biochemical School, Frederick. Sir Hopkins valued the Nobel laureate, who introduced Chin to a job that changed his life completely, as an assistant to the pathologist at the Donne's School of Pathology at Oxford.

Flori himself is more of a politician in the scientific community than a scientist. This Australian-born pathologist. He has been working hard to climb up all his life, but politicians are pursuing power and interests, while he is pursuing fame and status in the scientific community, and scientific research talents are his tools. In his eyes, scientific results are like a stepping stone.

Of course, this does not negate his ability to work in scientific research, he has excellent social eloquence and keen insight, and Flori is also very good at discovering and exploiting talents, and can closely unite scattered researchers. Under his organization, he has become an efficient scientific research institution with a clear division of labor and smooth operation, which cannot but make people admire his talents, and he is definitely qualified to occupy the most important position in the development of penicillin.

Actually, before Qian came to Flori Labs. Flory's experimental research was almost paralyzed, and in four years the scientific institute had spent a lot of research funds without even producing a decent result.

The bleak truth weighed heavily on Flory, who was in charge of the Donne's School of Pathology, to know how much he wanted to make a surprise in order to stand a chance of becoming head of pathology at Oxford, a position he had coveted for years.

The arrival of Chin reopened a window on the laboratory's research dilemma, that is, he first proposed to change the research direction of the laboratory, and put the topic of penicillin manufacturing and purification in front of Flory. Everyone can see how much this work will give to the development of medicine, and if it can be successful, they will be admired by doctors and patients all over the world.

Qian En's purpose at the moment is very simple, because biochemical analysis is what he is best at, and he is still relatively confident in his ability, as long as Flori agrees to his suggestion, then a long-term meal ticket can be regarded as a safe hand. And Florey was even more overjoyed by this, he really dozed off when a pillow fell from the sky, he was in need of a solid result that could establish his position in the scientific community, if under his guidance penicillin can be used as a drug, this alone would be enough for him to step into the ranks of top scientists in the medical field, and the position of director of pathology at Oxford would be easily in his hands.

At this time, they did not know how difficult the subject was and how much sweat and hard work they would have to put in to achieve this research. After more than a year of hard work and hundreds of failures, they finally found a way to effectively extract the active ingredient penicillin from the strain solution. Overjoyed, they worked harder and harder, even if the news of the unfavorable war of the British army in the outside world came one after another, it could not affect the addiction and fanaticism of these scientific researchers for the work at hand.

It took them half a year to finally get 100 milligrams of penicillin crystals, a brownish-yellow powder that looked like corn flour. As in history, they couldn't wait to conduct a series of animal experiments. The drug has proven to be non-toxic and does have a therapeutic effect on purulent bacteria.

Soon after the completion of the experiment, Flori wrote a research paper headed by him and submitted it to the editorial office of The Lancet, a well-known journal in the British medical field, in order to make a name for himself and attract the attention of his colleagues in the medical field.

And it was here that history turned aberration, and the paper, which was originally scheduled to be published in mid-August, was aborted by a Luftwaffe bombing, and a German bomb hit the printing house that undertook the Lancet business. As a result, the Lancet magazine that month had to announce a temporary closure.

Just when Flori was considering whether to resubmit the article to a weighty magazine, a bad news suddenly came: the German Army had broken through the Channel defense line and was now ashore. Not to mention this small pathology school, the entire Oxford University is in a mess at the moment.

Luftwaffe bombers had already visited Oxford, and they had destroyed several estates around the school with incendiary bombs, killing several of the research teams that were conducting classified research on the estates.

But that didn't frighten the scientists, who were full of molecular formulas and equations, and some students were asked to return to their hometowns for safety reasons, but a large number of professors, mentors, and graduate students remained in the university town. There are their important subject materials and well-equipped laboratories, and they don't want to let these science madmen leave their paradise unless the Germans throw grenades directly into their dinner plates.

Now that the brutal and barbaric Germans are coming, the scientists' first concern is not their own personal safety. It's about how to avoid the destruction of their own hard work by the barbarians, especially those projects that may be used for military purposes, because they don't want their results to be used by the enemy and used for their own people.

Research groups and labs of all sizes were frantically busy, and they began to clean up their research materials. The important information was backed up, and the parts that might be useful to the enemy's research were destroyed. Some valuable research results and materials are sealed and buried in the ground, waiting to be rediscovered when there is an opportunity in the future. Many scientists began to burn their research data with tears in their eyes. For several days, the university city of Oxford was filled with smoke from burning paper and scattered paper embers.

Flory's lab was no exception, with researchers burying a large number of records of experimental data in tin boxes and burying them in the backyard of the school, while making five copies of the most important data and keeping them separately by the five principal researchers in the research group.

Florey thinks that their research has not yet been truly successful, and that the Germans should not be interested in this kind of thing, just in case, who knows what crazy things those German soldiers will do when they see the mold in the tank.

That afternoon, the voice of the King of England resounded on the campus of Oxford, and with the promulgation of the Edict of Surrender, the frenzied behaviour in the university came to an abrupt end, and the campus soon returned to its daily order and calm.

Now that the war is over, there is no need to worry about the safety of the research results, and all political problems are left to the cabinet and parliamentarians to solve, as long as a peace agreement is signed in London, the Germans will soon be honestly gone.

These scientists were a little naïve, and before they could celebrate each other, an entire infantry brigade of the German Army arrived and captured the whole of Oxford in two hours.

The Germans made a brief statement that every scientist here was a precious property belonging to all mankind, and that no harm could be tolerated, and that there was now evidence that a group of escaped bandits had infiltrated the university town, so that until they were found and hanged one by one, the school would be protected by the German Army, and that Oxford would be under twenty-four hour military control from the time the order was given, and that no one was allowed to leave his residence without the permission of the Germans. At the same time, the German army was responsible for the daily supply of everyone, and the food and water needed every day would be delivered to the door by special personnel.

As the saying goes, the German soldiers acted quickly and sealed everything they could find, and the scientists were forced to leave their beloved laboratories, some of them sent back to their dormitories, and some of them were placed under house arrest by the German army.

Qian En was the one under house arrest, and now his heart is full of despair and resentment. In desperation, he decided that the reason why the Germans placed him under house arrest must be to know his ancestry, and he had obtained some information from those Jewish organizations in Germany, and knew how the Germans dealt with the Jews, not to mention that he, a Jew who had escaped from Germany and was still serving the enemy country, knew what his fate would be.

And it was not the Germans outside the door who resented him, but his two best colleagues, his closest research partners.

Before he was captured by the Germans, he had discovered that Flory, the head of the lab, and Heatley, who was in charge of the strain cultivation, were missing, along with four of the five backup documents, most of the penicillin crystals, and of course a few boxes of precious strain samples.

They must have sensed something and fled early, which Qian En could understand, but what made him feel unforgivable was that not only did they not run away with him, but they didn't even reveal any information to him before.

Apparently he has been abandoned by his colleagues without hesitation, Qian En feels that he has been ruthlessly betrayed, you must know that Flori is in the laboratory just pulling sponsors everywhere and pointing fingers at the head, Heatley is responsible for conditioning the nutritional soup in the jar to cultivate strains, and Qian is responsible for the most critical work of purifying penicillin, he is the one who contributed the most in this experiment, and he is also the one who consumes the most effort.

Chin thought that the two men were premeditated, that they all knew that they were Jews, and that if they threw themselves, who had played the most crucial role in this work, to the Germans, so that they could take possession of his share of research and honor, no one would know that there was Ernst. Qian En this person. When he was rotting in the German concentration camps, these two fellows enjoyed honor and applause abroad for this great achievement, and every time he thought of this, Chann felt a knife in his heart.

Today's cough is much better, and the medicine works well, but I still have to insist on consolidating it, and I don't dare to repeat it.

Thank you for your support over the past few years, and I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to all of you, and I hope that you will continue to support this novel and encourage me to continue to tell this story.

Thank you, and finally ask for a monthly pass and a recommendation ticket, to give the author more code word power. (To be continued.) )