Chapter 95 Priceless Dignity

That hand wasn't particularly thick or strong, but its grip was astonishingly powerful.

Like a pair of iron tongs, it forcibly caught Jiang Jun as he slumped downwards.

Jiang Jun looked up in astonishment. Through blurred, tear-filled eyes, he saw a young yet stern face.

Lin Xi's expression was as calm as still water.

Supporting Jiang Jun with his left hand, he took the satchel from Sun Erga with his right and unzipped it.

Snap!

Two bricks of cash, like "green bricks," were slammed heavily onto the medical chart in the doctor's hand.

It was a full five thousand yuan in "Great Unity bills."

Brand new and solid.

The doctor was stunned; his hand trembled, and he nearly dropped the medical chart.

He looked at the money, then at Lin Xi, who was wearing a military overcoat and covered in the snow and wind of the journey, and for a moment, he forgot how to speak.

Jiang Jun was also dumbfounded, his eyes shifting from despair to confusion.

"Doctor, prescribe the medicine," Lin Xi said, his voice not loud. "Start with two courses of treatment; we'll add more if it's not enough."

"Ah? Oh... right, right! I'll write it up now!"

The doctor snapped out of his trance, nodded hurriedly, and clutching the money and the medical chart, turned and ran toward the nurses' station.

Lin Xi used his strength to help Jiang Jun up.

He squatted down, reached out, and brushed the dust off Jiang Jun's knees.

His movements were slow and meticulous.

"Engineer Jiang."

Lin Xi stood up, looked straight into Jiang Jun's cloudy eyes, and said word by word:

"You are a pillar of the nation. Your knees are meant to stand tall against the heavens and earth, not to kneel for money."

Jiang Jun's lips trembled, and it took a long while for him to make a sound:

"Who... who are you?"

"I am Lin Xi from Red Star Technology."

Lin Xi smiled, "The one who sells fans."

The crisis was temporarily averted. The doctor soon ran back with the payment receipt, and a nurse pushed a medication cart into the ward.

Seeing the medicine dripping into their daughter's veins, Jiang Jun and his wife felt their legs go weak, and they moved to kowtow to Lin Xi.

"Don't! Absolutely not!"

Lin Xi stopped them.

Looking at Niannian, whose complexion had improved slightly on the hospital bed, he suddenly dropped a bombshell.

"Engineer Jiang, Cytarabine can only provide relief; it treats the symptoms, not the root cause."

Lin Xi's voice was very soft, but to Jiang Jun, it sounded like a thunderclap,

"If you want Niannian to survive, to live to eighty, to get married and have children, we need a different treatment method."

Jiang Jun grabbed Lin Xi's hand abruptly, his grip so tight his knuckles turned white:

"Are you saying... there's another way?"

"As long as it can save Niannian, I'll do anything!"

"Even if it means killing or setting fires..."

"There is no need for killing or setting fires; what I want is your brain," Lin Xi said calmly.

"Leukemia is not an incurable disease."

Lin Xi looked at Jiang Jun, his eyes filled with unwavering determination,

"Abroad, there is already mature 'hematopoietic stem cell transplantation' technology, also known as bone marrow transplantation."

"As long as the bone marrow matches, it can be cured!"

"Cured... cured?"

Jiang Jun trembled violently.

This term was too distant, too sci-fi for him, like something out of a dream.

In China in 1981, bone marrow transplantation was still a concept that existed only in literature.

"But... that's abroad..."

The light in Jiang Jun's eyes brightened for a moment before quickly fading again,

"How much would that cost? Hundreds of thousands? Millions?"

"Even if I sold my life, it wouldn't be enough..."

"The money, Red Star will cover it all," Lin Xi interrupted him decisively.

"As for the hospital, I will contact Peking Union Medical College Hospital; they have a partnership with a medical center in Lighthouse Country."

"We will find a matching bone marrow bank."

"As for the foreign exchange, you don't need to worry about it," Lin Xi said firmly.

"Jiang Jun."

Lin Xi emphasized his tone, his gaze burning,

"I don't want your life; your life is worthless."

"I want your technology, I want all the knowledge in your brain about laser measurement."

"I want you to come with me to the Northwest and build all those instruments that haven't been created yet, one by one!"

"As long as you nod, your daughter becomes a child of Red Star."

"As long as Red Star doesn't die, she will live!"

Bang!

Jiang Jun didn't hesitate at all.

He pushed his wife aside, his eyes red, like a bull that had been enraged yet tamed.

"I'll go! I'll go!"

The man grabbed Lin Xi's collar, incoherent, tears and snot streaming down his face,

"Manager Lin! As long as you can save Niannian, I, Jiang Jun, commit this life of mine to you!"

"From now on, I will do whatever you point to!"

"If you want a laser ruler, I will grind out a laser ruler for you!"

"If you want a lithography machine, I will build one for you!"

"If I, Jiang Jun, frown even once, I'm your grandson!"

The crying echoed in the corridor.

It was the catharsis of returning from hell to the human world, the collapse of a father after laying down a burden of a thousand jin.

His wife also covered her face and sobbed; she knew their family was saved.

【Holy crap! This is so intense!】

【"A scholar dies for his confidant," this must be what that feeling is like.】

【If I were Jiang Jun, I'd sell my life to the Streamer too!】

【The Streamer's move here is more satisfying than any power fantasy novel!】

That afternoon, everything was arranged.

Lin Xi used his connections with the Seventh Ministry of Machine Building Industry to directly get two sleeper tickets to the Imperial Capital and arranged for Sun Erga to personally escort the mother and daughter to the Union Hospital.

At the door of the ward, the time for parting was at hand.

Niannian, having finished her injection, was in much better spirits.

She lay on the hospital bed, tugging at the corner of Lin Xi's clothes, her big eyes blinking.

"Uncle Lin," the little girl's voice was crisp and sweet.

"What is it?" Lin Xi bent down, smiling, and patted her little head.

"When I get better and grow up, can I marry you to repay your kindness?"

Pfft.

Everyone, who was still wiping away tears, laughed, and the oppressive atmosphere was swept away.

Lin Xi rubbed his nose and said with a straight face:

"Then you'll have to get in line; the people who want to marry Uncle could line up from here to the moon."

Jiang Jun wiped away his tears and took one last, deep look at his daughter, as if trying to carve this moment into his bones.

Then, he turned resolutely and shouldered his pack, which contained a few ragged clothes and some technical books.

At this moment, Jiang Jun stood with his back straight, no longer having the hunched, humble posture from before.

The truck driver who had been crushed by life was dead.

"Manager Lin."

Jiang Jun stood at the hospital entrance, facing the biting cold wind of Spring City, his eyes shining with a startling intensity.

"Let's go! To the Northwest!"

"I'm going to grind out all the time I've owed these past few years!"

The wind whipped up the snow on the ground, stinging as it hit their faces.

But in Lin Xi's eyes, this snow-filled sky was clearly the prelude to the magnificent, upcoming era of great industry.

The most important piece of the talent puzzle had fallen into place!