Live Stream 1980: Netizens Teach Me How to Make a Rocket by Hand

How do you explain this?

They call this electrostatic dust removal? They call this high-voltage ionization of air?

Believe it or not, these fanatics will tear me apart on the spot?

"Cough cough."

Lin Xi coughed twice strategically, deciding to give up treatment.

Explanation? Explanation my foot!

"Um... since everyone's so enthusiastic, Erga, start filming!"

Sun Erga immediately pressed the main switch.

hum-

Fifty "Forest Oxygen Bars" were activated simultaneously.

It doesn't have the violent whooshing sound of a traditional fan, only a faint, almost inaudible hiss of electricity.

Billions of negative ions are generated by the voltage multiplier rectifier circuit.

It contains trace amounts of ozone (controlled within safe limits).

Using the laminar flow duct, it swept across the entire front row of the square in an instant.

The air in Kunming during winter is dry and polluted, filled with the smell of coal smoke.

But then this gust of wind blew over.

The feeling was like a forest after a heavy rain or the side of a waterfall.

It's refreshing, sweet, and has an indescribable sense of clarity.

In the front row is an older woman who has been practicing qigong for three years but still hasn't found the feeling.

Taking a deep breath of this "ethereal air," I felt the suffocating feeling in my chest dissipate instantly.

The cerebral cortex becomes abnormally excited under the stimulation of negative ions.

"Qi! I can feel qi!"

The woman slammed the aluminum pot she was holding onto the ground with a loud clang.

She knelt on the ground, wailing and crying, a truly heart-wrenching sob:

"Three years! I've finally absorbed true energy!"

"The wind is sweet! It's so sweet!"

That shout was like pouring a ladle of water into boiling oil.

It's blown up! It's completely blown up!

"I smell it too! It smells like watermelon!"

"My migraines seem to be getting better!"

"Master! This is Master Lin's innate true energy!"

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

What? -20 degrees Celsius? What's the scientific principle behind it?

At this moment, this typhoon fan is a talisman for the whole family to live to a ripe old age!

"Buy them! Give me three! No, five!"

"Don't push! I'm the station master for practicing Crane Soaring Stance; according to the rules of the martial arts world, let me go first!"

"Screw your江湖 (jianghu, the code of honor in the martial arts world) rules! This is for my grandson's college entrance exam. Anyone who gets in my way is ruining my grandson's future, and I'll fight them to the death!"

The frenzied crowd broke through the police cordon, waving large denominations, and surged towards the sales counter like a tidal wave.

The glass doors of the department store were almost shattered by the crowd.

Ten thousand units in stock?

Even if there were 100,000 units, let alone 10,000, it wouldn't be enough for these people who yearn to "attain immortality".

Lin Xi stood on the stage, watching this magical realism spectacle, feeling bewildered in the wind.

Is metaphysics the end of science?

No.

At the end of science lies the simple yearning of ordinary people for health and a good life!

"Manager, this..." Erga's hands were trembling.

"Aren't we... kind of like con artists?"

"What are you lying about!" Lin Xi gritted her teeth and forced out the words.

"This is high technology!"

"Negative ions can purify the air, kill bacteria, and remove dust—this is scientifically proven!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Scientific cultivation leads to boundless magical power!"

Erga nodded vigorously as he frantically collected the money.

......

That evening, the front page of the *Kunming Evening News* featured:

Qigong Master Lin Xi sets up a live demonstration, bathing thousands of citizens in "scientific true qi"!

Red Star Buddhist artifacts are in extremely high demand and short supply; a "sweet breeze" sweeps through Kunming this winter!

The accompanying picture shows the moment Lin Xi raised her hand and pressed down to signal for quiet.

It was captured and turned into a world-famous painting depicting "a master wielding his power, causing all beings to retreat."

Looking at the newspaper, Lin Xi helplessly covered her face.

It’s over.

His reputation has completely gone astray.

......

Chuncheng, Jilin Province, Central Hospital.

Unlike the bustling activity in the department store, the heating here was barely working.

The corridor was filled with the pungent smell of Lysol, which was cold and seemed to seep into one's bones.

The two stopped in their tracks just outside the hematology ward.

Lin Xi's pupils contracted slightly.

The spirited Jiang Jun who led the laser interferometry project at the Institute of Optics, Fine Mechanics and Physics in the archive photo is right before my eyes.

But he is no longer the tech expert he once was.

He was wearing a worn-out leather jacket, his back hunched over like that of a ninety-year-old man.

Jiang Jun was clutching a wad of banknotes tightly in his hand.

The money included five-yuan notes, two-yuan notes, and even a handful of small bills, all soaked and crumpled with sweat.

"Doctor, please make an exception, I beg you to make an exception..."

Jiang Jun's voice was hoarse as he humbly bowed to the middle-aged doctor in the white coat in front of him.

"Once the freight charges are settled, we'll have the money."

"Really, I'm not lying to you!"

The door to the ward was ajar.

Through the crack in the door, Lin Xi saw a heartbreaking little face.

Seven-year-old Niannian lay in the hospital bed.

His skin had a sickly translucency, and the back of his hand was covered in bluish-purple patches.

The little girl seemed to have heard the noise at the door.

She didn't cry.

Instead, she curled up her small body under the covers and said understandingly to the woman wiping away tears beside her:

"Mom, I'm not in pain."

"I'm not getting that imported injection anymore."

"I want to go home, I want to eat frozen pears."

These words were like a dull knife, sawing into Lin Xi's heart through the crack in the door.

Sun Erga was a rough man, and his eyes instantly reddened upon hearing this.

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

[Holy crap! Don't kill me! Aren't my tears worthless?!]

I want to eat frozen pears... This child is so sensible, so sensible it breaks my heart!

Back then, imported medicine was a matter of life and death; without medical insurance, it could bankrupt the whole family.

[What are you doing, streamer?! You're rich now?! Hurry up and get on board!]

In the corridor, the doctor sighed heavily and closed the medical record.

"Master Jiang, it's not that I'm being unreasonable, I also want to save the child."

The doctor pointed to that despairing name on the prescription—

Cytarabine.

"Imported drugs cost a thousand yuan per injection."

"The hospital has a strict rule that this medicine must be paid for in cash on the spot."

"This handful of change of yours..."

The doctor looked at the pile of bills in Jiang Jun's hand, which probably only amounted to two or three hundred yuan, and shook his head helplessly. "Not enough."

"If you don't pay today, the pharmacy won't dispense the medicine."

"Once the medication is stopped, the previous three courses of treatment... will all be wasted."

It's all ruined.

These three words sound like a verdict.

Jiang Jun's body swayed suddenly.

He leaned against the wall, the light in his eyes gradually fading until only bloodshot despair remained.

One thousand yuan.

That's three years' wages for an average worker.

And this is just the price of one injection.

This was a bottomless pit; it devoured his savings, his job, his pride, and now…

It also devoured his daughter's last hope of survival.

The patients' family members passing by all stopped in their tracks.

Some sighed, while others turned away in unbearable sorrow.

"Wow--!"

In the ward, the wife, who had been holding back her emotions, finally broke down, covering her mouth and letting out a suppressed cry of grief.

This cry shattered Jiang Jun's spirit completely.

This man once pointed out the intricacies of precision instruments at the Institute of Optics and Fine Mechanics.

This tough guy dared to drive a large truck alone across the Xing'an Mountains in temperatures as low as minus thirty degrees Celsius.

At this moment, my knees felt as limp as noodles.

As long as it can save my daughter.

Forget kneeling, he'd do anything, even kill someone or be a dog!

"Doctor! Don't stop the medication! Please don't stop the medication!"

Jiang Jun roared, his eyes bloodshot, and his knees sank down, kneeling straight down on the cold, hard cement ground.

"I'll sell my blood right now! I'll sell my kidney! Please!"

[Tears welling up! This is fatherly love!]

[Stop watching, streamer! Help!]

[This damned era is so real; back then, imported drugs could really drive a family to their death.]

I can't bear to watch anymore. Is this the pain of that generation of researchers?

The live stream chat exploded with comments, and countless viewers had tears in their eyes.

Just as Jiang Jun's knees were about to hit the ground...

One hand.

A long, strong, and warm hand suddenly reached out.

They steadily supported his arm.

That kneeling motion left him suspended in mid-air.