When she saw Hang Xingyue's words, Lin Xi's heart trembled. She suddenly remembered a saying she had seen online before: all diseases in the world have a cure, people just don't know it yet.
In Hang Xingyue's world, technology in other areas was quite similar to this world, but in the field of medicine, their progress was leagues ahead.
Lin Xi went online and scrolled through the posts shared by families fighting cancer. Then, following the forum links, she found an anti-cancer website. The site had many users online at that moment, with dedicated sections for every type of cancer.
Lin Xi looked at the past featured posts. There were Q&A threads, and threads where the original posters shared their personal experiences battling cancer.
Some people had been very active before, but then one day, they just stopped coming.
Lin Xi opened those posts one by one, and before she knew it, tears were streaming down her face. She had thought her own past was bitter, her life consumed by working and earning money from the moment she opened her eyes until she closed them.
But after truly reading these posts, she realized there were people who suffered even more than she did. She couldn't imagine how those families felt, watching their loved ones endure such torment.
She couldn't even begin to imagine how devastated she would have been if Chi Xiangping had actually been diagnosed with kidney cancer or become paralyzed.
Seeing the joy expressed in the posts by cancer patients who had gone to the capital city, and thinking of the vast crowds heading there, Lin Xi covered her face with her hands.
At no point had Lin Xi understood the significance of this chat group more clearly than she did now.
The phrase, "With a treasure mountain at one's disposal, one of modest means can ensure their own well-being, while one who has achieved much can bring benefit to the world," flashed repeatedly through Lin Xi's mind.
It was already past ten at night, but Lin Xi couldn't sleep. After much thought, she took out a USB drive.
Lin Xi @'d Hang Xingyue in the group. During her previous visit to that world, she had only seen the cancer-specific drugs and hadn't paid attention to infectious diseases. She wanted to know if Hang Xingyue's world had developed specific treatments for infectious diseases.
Especially those mentioned in the forum posts she just saw, like dengue fever and rabies. Rabies, in particular, had a long incubation period, was incurable once symptoms appeared, and was highly contagious. The onset was so rapid that Lin Xi estimated even drinking a whole bottle of gene repair fluid might not fix the cellular damage in time.
Hang Xingyue's reply came quickly: 【Idle Contrast in the Entertainment Industry - Hang Xingyue: Yes, we do. However, these kinds of anti-infectious disease medications need to be purchased from epidemic prevention centers. I can go buy some for you.】
At that moment, Hang Xingyue was strolling by Erhai Lake. Since moving here, her mood had been exceptionally good. She had changed her phone number and WeChat ID. She only occasionally logged onto Weibo to share snippets of her daily life. Aside from her lawyer and similar contacts, she had cut off all other communication.
After replying to Lin Xi, she shared a newly taken photo on Weibo. Her private messages had many red notification dots. She clicked in casually; the person who had sent the most messages was He Zhizhou. That man who had been ambiguous with her before, but who, upon first meeting Xia Xuerong, had regarded her with special favor. On the day Hang Xingyue awakened, during the recording of that show, He Zhizhou had eyes only for Xia Xuerong from start to finish.
He hadn't even glanced her way. Under such circumstances, how could Hang Xingyue possibly forgive him, or continue interacting with him without any reservation?
There was the influence of the Luck-Draining Talisman involved, but more than that, it was because He Zhizhou had already harbored dissatisfaction with her. Now her screen was filled with his messages, words pouring out his genuine feelings and desperate pleas. Anyone who didn't know better would think they had some epic love story with eternal vows.
Hang Xingyue read the messages without replying, exited, and directly deleted the entire chat window. Her nature was such that one act of betrayal meant a lifetime of exclusion, whether in love, friendship, or family ties.
Having received Hang Xingyue's confirmation, Lin Xi thanked her and inserted the USB drive into her computer.
Professor Gu had changed workplaces again, this time assigned directly to a state-level office. He didn't even need to check emails anymore; his daily routine now consisted of reading newspapers and drinking tea.
He understood the country's intention. As the only person connected to the "Red Scarf" organization, and with the state unable to locate Red Scarf itself, they could only keep him under close watch.
Professor Gu had no objections to this. He was technically retired. The main reasons he had continued working were that he couldn't stand being idle and he wanted to contribute to the cause he had dedicated his life to.
When the Red Scarf contact wasn't reaching out to him, he would teach classes at the university every day. It was only because the items sent by the Red Scarf contact were becoming more numerous and significant that he had stopped.
Today, after work, Professor Gu didn't go home. He sat in front of his computer, checking his phone and PC. How much time had passed since he received that box of cancer medication? At most, twelve days.
In those twelve days, China's top biologists and pharmaceutical scientists had gathered in the capital. Working together with the greatest speed and efficiency, they had deciphered the formulas for the majority of the cancer-specific drugs.
Among the deciphered drugs were many for cancers previously considered death sentences. Surprisingly, the formulas were remarkably simple. For several of the drugs, a plant extract—previously an ordinary plant with no recognized medicinal value—was a key component.
This plant acted like a universal enhancer for all anti-cancer medications. Its inclusion maximized the medicinal efficacy of the other ingredients to the extreme.
The rest came down to the precise ratios of the anti-cancer drug components. A little more or a little less of certain elements could significantly impact the outcome. If even a small amount of the gene repair fluid, which had arrived with the "Yi Shu Shi San Jing," was added, the effect was astonishing! Just a tiny bit could elevate the drug's potency to its peak.
Unfortunately, several components of the gene repair fluid still hadn't been identified.
Professor Gu scrolled with his mouse, his eyes behind his glasses filled with deep emotion. No matter how much foreign media disparaged them, the decision to send that text message had been made after careful deliberation by the nation.
They could have followed the usual procedure for developing new drugs: recruiting batches of trial participants, conducting clinical trials in phases, one, two, three times.
But while the country could wait, the researchers could wait, and the pharmaceutical companies could wait, the countless cancer patients could not afford to wait.
Moreover, Zhao Rui, the first leukemia patient to trial the medication, had already shown marked improvement after just ten days of taking the drug. Her daily medical reports made this point unmistakably clear to everyone.
Tonight, the state-level office was brightly lit, with phone calls coming in one after another, all from abroad.
This day was destined to be recorded in the annals of Chinese history.
Professor Gu witnessed the birth of history once again. Even though he had witnessed many such moments before, at this moment, he was still incredibly excited.
Suddenly, his eyes turned cold. A comment appeared on his computer screen. The comment was too long overall, and Professor Gu couldn't be bothered to read it all, but a quick scan was enough to grasp its main point.
It was essentially saying that the Chinese people had no human rights, that they were using ordinary citizens as test subjects for drugs, and so on. Many people had already clapped back in the replies below this comment, but the poster remained very active, continuing to spout nonsense.
Professor Gu's gaze fell on the poster's IP address: China-America. This meant that in the morning or earlier, this account's IP had consistently been in America, and it had only recently been changed to China.
It was obvious at a glance what kind of person this was—someone hiding behind a Chinese persona to spew garbage. Professor Gu immediately transformed into a keyboard warrior and clapped back. The netizens today were exceptionally active. Upon seeing Professor Gu's comment, regardless of its authenticity, they directly blasted that person onto the trending page.
Seeing this scene, Professor Gu instantly felt refreshed and invigorated. He happily picked up his cup and took a sip of his freshly brewed goji berry tea.
Gotta say, this goji berry tea is really good for health.
Professor Gu put down his cup and looked up, immediately letting out an "Aiyo!" of surprise. His computer screen had once again transformed into that familiar interface.
Reacting faster than he could think, Professor Gu immediately picked up the phone and dialed his superior's internal line.
Before long, several dozen leaders had arrived. Professor Gu automatically stood up, offering his seat to the Number One Leader.
This was the Number One Leader's first time facing the "Red Scarf" team directly. A few days prior, they had received material samples sent by the Red Scarf team. Each sample was of immense help to China. Once China's research institutes could decipher those materials, the nation's overall strength would rise another notch.
China's rise had been too rapid. Now, Europe and America had started imposing sanctions again, strangling China's development in aerospace and marine engineering materials. Those materials cost only two hundred thousand US dollars for European and American countries to buy, but when selling to China, they dared to ask for two million, even three million US dollars.
Yet, China had no choice but to buy them. Who in the procurement department wasn't seething with anger? But now, things were different. The Red Scarf team had sent them materials—materials that were even more perfect than the foreign aerospace and marine technology materials.
It could be said that once China's people fully mastered those technologies, for the next few decades, even a century, the whole world would have to look to China.
The era since the 1960s, of spending huge sums to buy outdated technology from Western nations, would not happen again. The tables might even turn.
Regarding the Red Scarf team, the leaders had held many meetings for discussion and research. The unanimous conclusion was that this team held extremely favorable feelings towards China. Precisely because of this, even when investigating the Red Scarf team members, they had not done so ostentatiously or on a large scale.
Was the Red Scarf team contacting them at this moment because of the text message they had released?
The leaders present all thought simultaneously: What were they thinking then? Did they feel reassured by China's speed?
The Number One Leader placed his hand on the keyboard and was the first to type a message: "Hello!"
Seeing this message, Lin Xi deleted all the words she had originally typed in the edit box and sent a simple "Hello."
Then she saw the "typing..." indicator appear on the other side. Lin Xi couldn't help but smile, mainly because the cartoon avatar representing the other party was quite amusing—a cartoon figure sitting there typing, with the number "1" written above it in a cute purple font.
Thinking of the stern leader from the news broadcasts, the contrast was too great. Even with professional training, Lin Xi couldn't hold back her smile. She looked up at the computer screen. After the "1," a small cluster of cartoon character heads appeared with speech bubbles.
They expressed very sincere gratitude. Lin Xi didn't engage in much small talk. She knew her own limits. She considered herself somewhat shrewd, but she was completely out of her depth compared to those politicians.
Trying to play mind games with those politicians was like a primary school student thinking they've cleverly hidden their mischief from the teacher at the podium.
She directly stated that she had medicines to prevent infectious diseases and would send them over in a while.
After sending the message, before the leaders on the other side could express their delight, she stated her purpose.
She would leave a port on both computers. If they encountered any technical difficulties they didn't understand, they could inquire promptly.
After saying this, Lin Xi sent over a URL, asking them to download a port that was black and blue, like a cosmic black hole. After binding it to both sides, Lin Xi prepared to log off.
Just before logging off, a message came from the other side, asking if there was anything they could do to help Lin Xi.
This question made Lin Xi pause her hand on the mouse. She thought of the charitable organizations aiding children in mountainous regions she had been researching recently. Most of those organizations were private.
None of these charitable foundations seemed particularly suitable. Many were poorly managed, with opaque finances, or else the families behind them had some scandals.
After seeing so much about the power struggles among wealthy families from her group chat friends, Lin Xi had become rather distrustful of these private foundations.
There were public ones, but during disasters in previous years, several officials had been dismissed for embezzling relief funds.
To be honest, it was hard to inspire confidence. She could have established one herself, but she really had no way to explain the source of her funds.
"Establish a student aid foundation and a women's foundation. I want to help them."
Seeing this sentence, the Number One Leader and the others were momentarily stunned, then smiled. After seeing the other side reply "Okay," Lin Xi closed the window.
Professor Gu stood at the periphery, watching as everyone expertly dismantled his computer and followed the Number One Leader out, taking it with them. His heart was already calm and unperturbed. Taking that computer away was fine; once it was gone, he wouldn't have to be on tenterhooks anymore.
Professor Gu was happy, but this happiness was mixed with a tinge of loss. Those in scientific research, who doesn't have a heavy dose of curiosity?
After returning to his office, the Number One Leader urgently issued an order to establish a student aid and women's support organization directly managed by the central Ministry of Finance.
The heads of these two organizations were both women. That computer was placed in the Number One Leader's office, overseen by a dedicated secretary to ensure the fastest possible response to any messages from the Red Scarf team.
Lin Xi privately messaged Yao Xiran, telling her about her promise to the nation. Yao Xiran had long suggested offering help to answer questions for Chinese researchers; it was just that Lin Xi had been hesitant to contact the Chinese authorities.
Now that Lin Xi had taken this step, Yao Xiran was very pleased.
Lin Xi privately messaged Lu Shenzhi again, telling him about the charity organization matter. That bracelet of his was still sitting in her storage space.
After she shared this good news in the group chat, everyone was very happy. The people in the group now were all well-off, and Lin Xi harvested another batch of gems and gold.
Lin Xi immediately exchanged these with the system for Chinese currency, and the balance in her bank card grew significantly once more.
These items were all contributions from her friends. She would later document the use of each sum of money and post it in the group.
[Post-Apocalyptic Wasteland Lin Duxi: I wonder how Dog Brother is doing. It's been a long time, I really miss him.] Over on his end, Lin Duxi periodically exchanged batches of grain with Ye Bingbing, and when needed, swapped for some high-tech products with Yao Xiran.
Life was relatively comfortable now. When people have leisure, they seek amusement. With Chu Qianmo in seclusion, Lin Duxi felt a significant source of entertainment was missing.
After all, in the entire group, there was only one such oddball who was so keen on provoking the system.
His words stirred everyone's longing for Dog Brother. Even Lin Xi, thinking of the medicinal pills in her space, missed him too.
[System Message: Detecting that group members miss group member 'Wife-Slaying for Enlightenment Chu Qianmo' exceptionally. Inquire about initiating a connection?]
[1960s Boxer Xiang Qianlan: Huh? Can we contact him? Won't it disturb his seclusion?]
[Switched-at-Birth Heiress Qin Suyuan: Yeah, in the novels I've read, disturbing someone during seclusion can cause them to go berserk!]
Everyone discussed it, but the group chat system directly initiated the connection.
When they saw the figure of Chu Qianmo sitting under a tree roasting chicken on the screen, the group fell into a collective silence.
[Ancient World Xu Huanhuan: Truly worthy of Dog Brother.] Xu Huanhuan's comment instantly formed a queue in the group chat.
[Earth Girl Lin Xi: That roast chicken looks damn tempting.] It was already past midnight for Lin Xi, the time when hunger peaks at night.
Who wouldn't be mesmerized by that golden, oil-dripping roast chicken?
[Entertainment Industry Slacker Contrast Hang Xingyue: Good thing I was smart and already ordered takeout.]
[Switched-at-Birth Real Heiress Qin Suyuan: At this moment, Chef Su abroad slowly rises and heads towards the kitchen...]
[Ancient World Xu Huanhuan: Already instructed the kitchen to have roast chicken for lunch today.]
[Primitive World A Huahua: I silently took out some beef jerky...]
Lin Xi picked up her phone and called Sister Ren, then soon left on a three-wheeled cart.
In the Cultivation World, the jade token hanging at Chu Qianmo's waist grew scalding hot, but he had neither the mood nor the time to check it. Wearing a deadpan expression, he mechanically roasted the chicken.
He was just a heartless roast chicken machine. He felt he was one of the most miserable people in this world. That day, he had rushed to his old farming hideout outside the city to enter seclusion.
His cultivation talent was exceptionally good. Because he frequently mouthed off and provoked the system, getting struck by lightning countless times, during his moment of enlightenment, the surrounding spiritual energy surged towards him like a small whirlpool.
He only spent a little over ten days in seclusion to comprehend what others might need years for. Just as he opened his eyes, ready to leave the cave, he saw several of his ex-wives standing there, holding weapons and blocking the entrance.
Upon seeing those living Yama Kings, honestly, Chu Qianmo felt like he could hear his great-grandmother calling him from the afterlife!
Those living Yama Kings had truly followed him everywhere recently, practically guarding him even when he went to the restroom.
As Chu Qianmo's "Earth Cuisine Restaurant" became hugely popular in Zemeng City, rumors about him and the original host's five ex-wives also began to spread.
Some idle busybodies even wrote illustrated storybooks about the unspeakable tales between Song Er'gou and the five fairy maidens. Those storybooks even had pictures.
Chu Qianmo had once had the misfortune of glimpsing one; the "steam" level was faster than a high-speed train or airplane. Before transmigrating, Chu Qianmo was a virgin who hadn't even browsed adult sites much. How could he withstand such stimulation? After that, he couldn't even look the original host's ex-wives in the eye.
Of course, that minor issue instantly vanished when he saw them waiting in his seclusion cave.
The words "Are you all insane?" almost escaped Chu Qianmo's lips, and then he was promptly pinned down and beaten up by the women. During the beating, the original host's fourth wife, Zhu Yiren, suddenly had an enlightenment and went into seclusion right there in the cave.
Chu Qianmo couldn't leave even if he wanted to. He was held down by the second wife, Princess Huyang, and forced to roast chicken for her.
He had cursed "MMP" countless times in his heart, earning him two more slaps for it.
As the saying goes, when under someone else's roof, you must bow your head. Another ancient proverb states that those who understand the times are true heroes. Unable to win in a fight or escape, Chu Qianmo could only comply.
Staring at the chicken roasting over the fire, he suddenly felt a sense of shared suffering. He felt there was no difference between himself, being watched from all angles by these women, and that roast chicken.
"Chu Qianmo." Du Ruoruo, sitting on the hill behind, spoke up abruptly.
Chu Qianmo was deeply immersed in his shared suffering with the roast chicken and didn't hear her at all. Moreover, having gotten used to being called Song Er'gou, and even in the transmigrator group chat where he was mostly called Dog Brother, the name Chu Qianmo hadn't been used to address him for a long time.
Now, even if he heard it, it would take him a moment to react.
Du Ruoruo and the third wife, He Baili, exchanged a glance. He Baili smiled slightly and walked over to Chu Qianmo: "Er'gou Brother, how much longer until it's ready to eat?"
He Baili wore a sky-blue dress, her hair styled in the popular unmarried maiden fashion of Zemeng City. She spoke softly and gently, like the sweet, charming girl-next-door from TV dramas.
If she didn't use her cultivation techniques, no one would know she practiced demonic arts. That "Er'gou Brother" made Chu Qianmo feel his scalp was about to explode.
"Soon, soon," Chu Qianmo said, taking out seasonings from his Qiankun Bag. As for why he didn't use the spatial artifacts the original host made, it was because those had the original host's unique spiritual mark. If he used them, he'd truly be asking for a quicker death! So, a common Qiankun Bag that didn't even require a spiritual bond was most suitable for Chu Qianmo.
As a cook, it was filled mostly with ingredients. Rare heavenly treasures? None whatsoever. Everyone who scanned his Qiankun Bag with their spiritual sense would look at him with an indescribable expression.
Chu Qianmo remained completely open and unashamed about this, not feeling awkward at all.
"Er'gou Brother, where did you live before? Before entering the cultivation world, were you a cook by trade?" He Baili blinked her large, captivating eyes, staring intently at Chu Qianmo, not missing a single change in his expression.
Chu Qianmo cursed inwardly. He knew these sisters still hadn't let go of their suspicions about him.
Fortunately, he had long since traded something with the group chat system to forge an identity for himself in this world. Even if these sisters investigated, they wouldn't find anything.
That "Brother Ergou" made Chu Qianmo pause for a moment. For the umpteenth time, he wanted to go back in time and slap his past self for casually choosing that name.
Reciting three times in his mind that "when you're away from home, your identity is what you give yourself," he gave a simple, honest smile: "Immortal He, please don't call me that. Just call me Ergou. I'm from the Yellow River County of the Xuyuan Kingdom. When I was young, my family suffered a disaster, so I fled the famine with fellow villagers. The noble lords in the capital said we carried plague and wouldn't let us enter the city, even wanted to have us burned, so I ran away."
"Later, I settled in a small, dilapidated temple on the city outskirts. Back then, besides me, there was also a Taoist priest living in that temple. I took care of him until his passing, and in return, he passed down a cultivation technique to me. I practiced as he taught, and as I practiced, I eventually succeeded in drawing Qi into my body."
"I heard Zemen City was good for making money, so I came here." That simple-minded, somewhat foolish smile on Chu Qianmo's handsome face was a bit hard to look at.
He Baili stared at this face, somewhat familiar yet not entirely, feeling dazed. This face looked so much like that beast, yet all their observations these days kept telling them this person wasn't Chu Qianmo. He just happened, unfortunately, to look like that beast.
"Is that so? What was that Taoist priest's religious name?" He Baili's voice grew even gentler. Chu Qianmo looked at the roast chicken, not at her. He Baili was most skilled at soul capturing and hypnosis.
He had no intention of falling for it. During this period, these sisters had all become different from before. Especially this He Baili, who had abandoned her ruthless demoness persona and switched to a gentle, girl-next-door route.
Chu Qianmo had to admire his own iron will; otherwise, he might have gotten lost in all those calls of "Brother Ergou."
"His name was Shi Duo (Troublesome)." The Taoist priest really did exist, and his religious name was indeed Shi Duo. The first time Chu Qianmo saw this name, he thought the system was messing with him.
He Baili and the other three fell silent for a moment. Du Ruoruo shot a glance at the fifth sister, Zhou Yuyan, who then left like an arrow shot from a bow.
Princess Huyang, seeing that He Baili had asked enough, walked over. Lately, she'd also been acting strange, dressing like a palace princess, extravagantly ornate.
Especially since her country's palace attire resembled that of the late Tang Dynasty, and her own figure was rather voluptuous. Even though she wore undergarments, a hint of cleavage was still faintly visible.
Chu Qianmo: ...
As a man, Chu Qianmo always found his eyes wandering uncontrollably. He was fine in all aspects, just had little resistance to women with good figures.
Now that Princess Huyang had arrived, Chu Qianmo instinctively glanced at her, then silently recited "Prosperity, Democracy, Civility, Harmony" in his heart.
The roast chicken was done. He sprang up and placed the chicken on the table. It was unclear who had brought out this table, which even had a vase with a vibrant, dewy lotus flower on it.
Taking out a large plate from his Qiankun bag, he placed the roast chicken on it: "Immortal ladies, please eat, enjoy."
Chu Qianmo then scurried away in a flash. Facing these women, he was starting to develop social anxiety.
Next to the cave where he secluded himself was a small cave. Two foxes used to live there. After his main cave was occupied and he couldn't leave, Chu Qianmo decided to take over this den.
He quickly swept out the cave, took out bedding from another Qiankun bag, and lay down.
Modern person's rule: sit if you can avoid standing, lie down if you can avoid sitting.
The cave was dark and filled with the scent of burning incense. This warm, dry environment was perfect for sleeping. Chu Qianmo originally wanted to chat with his buddies in the group, but as soon as he lay on the bed and closed his eyes, he fell asleep.
Not long after, Chu Qianmo's eyes snapped open. Someone was lying on top of him. Judging by the body temperature, it was a living person, and from the expensive scent of incense on them, it was Princess Huyang.
With a fragrant, soft jade in his embrace, Chu Qianmo's body stiffened, not daring to move a muscle.
A delicate, jade-like hand caressed Chu Qianmo's face. Warm breath carrying a tender whisper sounded in his ear: "Little brother, aren't you moved by me? How about following me?"
Princess Huyang spoke sweet nothings, yet her eyes were icy cold. Her other hand was already gathering energy. If Chu Qianmo showed the slightest disrespect, the next year would mark his death anniversary.
In the darkness, Chu Qianmo's face flushed red from his neck to the tips of his ears. Feeling Princess Huyang's hand moving towards his Adam's apple, Chu Qianmo abruptly pushed her away.
He grabbed his robe and ran outside. Good heavens, this was too terrifying. Chu Qianmo felt like the Tang Monk on the journey to the West for Buddhist scriptures nowadays, surrounded by spirits trying to seduce him only to devour him whole.
Good heavens, the cultivation world was truly too frightening. A single misstep and you could lose yourself.
After running far away, Chu Qianmo took out his jade token, intending to chat with his buddies about his situation, only to come face-to-face with his own magnified image on the token's surface.
It showed the live stream had been connected for over forty minutes, meaning his buddies in the group had seen everything long ago.
He silently closed the video.
【[Dog Bro] Wife-Slaying Ascendant Chu Qianmo: Boys must also protect themselves when out and about, just like I did earlier. @Post-Apocalyptic Wasteland Lin Duxi @Power Politics World Lu Shenzhi.】
He tried to salvage his dignity in the group. The mentioned Lin Duxi replied with several question marks, while Lu Shenzhi from the Power Politics World was temporarily unavailable.
Led by Xiang Qianlan, the girls began teasing Chu Qianmo about his "good fortune." Chu Qianmo found it hard to explain. If it had been any other woman and not Princess Huyang just now, he might not have been able to refuse.
Physical reactions don't lie. Chu Qianmo was a healthy man, both physically and mentally. Suddenly having a woman throw herself into his arms, it would be abnormal if he had no reaction.
Inside the cave, Princess Huyang walked out laughing heartily, her clothes already changed into a red martial outfit.
He Baili stood not far from the cave entrance, watching her: "Take it easy. Don't play too hard and lose control."
After all, they shared similar experiences. He Baili reminded Princess Huyang.
Princess Huyang stepped up to her, using slender, onion-white fingers to twirl a strand of He Baili's hair. Leaning close to her ear, she whispered softly: "Little Baili, don't you miss having a man?"
Princess Huyang was born into the royal family, a princess doted on since childhood. Her perspective on relationships between men and women was much more liberal. Her elder sisters, after marrying, not only had their imperial husbands but also kept male consorts.
If it weren't for the fact that Princess Huyang initially fell for Chu Qianmo's face, she would most likely have followed the same path as her elder sisters. Having been reborn and now well-versed in the affairs of men and women, Princess Huyang occasionally found herself longing for a man.
Princess Huyang was perfectly open and honest about her own desires. However, at this stage, she had no intention of letting anything happen with Song Ergou. She needed to observe him for a while longer, at the very least.
He Baili shot her a glare, yanked her hair back from the princess's grasp, and walked away. Princess Huyang covered her mouth, laughing even louder.
Du Ruoruo had already finished the chicken portion given to her. Perched at the top of a tree, she watched as Chu Qianmo found a rock to sit on and, like a fool, began fiddling with his jade pendant again.
On the Earth plane, Lin Xi had finished her barbecue, brushed her teeth, and was lying in bed. Just before falling asleep, she saw Lu Shenzhi's reply—a few brief sentences. Lin Xi, feeling drowsy after eating, fell asleep without responding.
The night grew deeper. In the White House in America, the current president was venting his anger at his Secretary of the Interior.
"Aren't you supposed to be the world's most formidable intelligence agency? Didn't you claim your surveillance devices are spread across the entire globe? Then tell me, where did those cancer-curing miracle drugs from China come from!"
The Director of National Intelligence stood still, letting documents hit him and slide off his body.
The president, hands on his hips and his large belly protruding, paced back and forth. "Biological research has always been our strong suit. We in America haven't even managed to develop those carcinogenic drugs yet, so how on earth could China have created them!"
"I don't believe this is real. Max, I'm giving you three days. I want the complete formulas for all those cancer drugs. We cannot allow them to have a monopoly. Otherwise, we'll be the ones at a disadvantage." The president roared.
China had taken the lead in developing a cure for cancer. While the international internet was rife with mockery, the domestic Chinese net was exploding.
As soon as the news spread, countless flight tickets to China were sold, a situation the upper echelons of America were loath to see.
They had to suppress this trend, but they couldn't do it by force, as it would provoke a backlash from cancer patients. Even a fool knows not to mess with desperate people.
"Find out which research institutes developed these drugs. Get me copies of all the clinical data. And poach the key researchers. We must produce these drugs ourselves, or we'll be at China's mercy!"
"Yes, sir." The intelligence officials left.
The president continued discussions with his cabinet members. China was boosting its international reputation with these drugs, and they couldn't allow that. Moreover, they all knew if China held the sole supply, the price for foreign countries would be exorbitant.
It would be just like the aerospace and marine materials they sold—items worth a few hundred thousand dollars, never sold for less than a few million.
Meanwhile, in a certain "stick" country, a famous national biological scientist took to the international internet to appeal. He urged China, as a major world power and a nation of propriety, to uphold its long-standing fine traditions by sharing the formulas for these cancer drugs to benefit all humanity.
Beneath his post, hordes of his compatriots and some foreigners chimed in with supportive comments.
Some were cancer patients, but most were just spectators. A few comments were particularly jaw-dropping.
Stick Country Netizen One: As a developing country, I don't believe China has the independent capability to develop such drugs. They must have stolen our nation's scientific research achievements. After all, our country is the developed one!
Stick Country Netizen Two: I think the above comment is spot on. Therefore, China should not only publish the formulas but also apologize to our nation's researchers and provide free treatment for our people.
Stick Country Netizen Three: Why is no one mentioning compensation? Shouldn't a thief who stole our belongings compensate the rightful owner?
These three utterly shameless comments, seemingly made while heavily intoxicated, were spotted by Chinese netizens who enjoyed surfing foreign sites. They were quickly translated and reposted on China's largest websites and forums.
Everyone was infuriated by their audacity. A massive wave of Chinese netizens flooded the foreign site, drowning those few netizens with eloquent Chinese curses until they deleted their accounts.
Not satisfied, they began patrolling the foreign internet. Any dog that happened to pass by and voice a negative opinion about China would get an earful.
Their actions were reported back home, receiving uniform praise across the Chinese internet.
Lin Xi was completely unaware of all this. Da Mingbao, busy preparing for her wedding, was too excited to sleep. She joined the crowds in criticizing the foreign netizens online, even screenshotting particularly witty comments from fellow netizens to share with Lin Xi.
Lin Xi slept soundly until daybreak. She picked up her phone, squinted, and tapped on the "Shake" feature. The phone made a clicking sound twice.
[System Message: Group member "Earth Girl Lin Xi" has invited "Mary Sue Cannon Fodder Chi Qiushui" to the group via Shake.]
[System Message: Group member "Mary Sue Cannon Fodder Chi Qiushui" has started a live stream.]
The screen on Lin Xi's phone automatically switched to the live stream.
In a luxurious, golden-bright restroom that looked incredibly high-end, a group of people with rainbow-colored hair had a frail young girl pinned under their feet...
