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

That hand wasn't particularly large, but its strength was astonishing.

Like an iron clamp, it forcefully pulled Jiang Jun's falling body back down.

Jiang Jun looked up in astonishment, and through his teary eyes, he saw a young but cold face.

Lin Xi's face was ashen.

With his left hand supporting Jiang Jun, he took the bag from Sun Erga with his right hand and zipped it up.

Snapped!

Two banknotes, as thick as bricks, were slammed heavily onto the medical record folder in the doctor's hand.

That was a full five thousand yuan of "Great Unity".

Brand new, solid.

The doctor was stunned, his hand trembled, and he almost dropped the medical record folder.

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

Jiang Jun was also stunned; his eyes went from despair to confusion.

"Doctor, please prescribe the medicine."

Lin Xi's voice wasn't loud, "Prepare two courses of treatment first, and we'll supplement if that's not enough."

"Huh? Oh... okay, okay! I'll start now!"

The doctor seemed to wake from a dream, hurriedly nodded, grabbed the money and medical record folder, and ran towards the nurses' station.

Lin Xi used her strength to help Jiang Jun up.

He crouched down, reached out, and patted the dust off Jiang Jun's knees.

The movements were slow and meticulous.

"Jiang Gong".

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

"You are the pillar of the nation; your knees are meant to support the heavens and stand tall, not to kneel before money."

Jiang Jun's lips trembled, and it took him a long time to utter a sound:

“Who…who are you?”

"I am Lin Xi from Red Star Technology."

Lin Xi smiled.

"That's the one that sells fans."

The crisis was temporarily averted, and the doctor quickly returned with the payment slip, while the nurse pushed the medicine cart into the ward.

Seeing the medicine drip into their daughter's veins, Jiang Jun and his wife's legs went weak, and they wanted to kowtow to Lin Xi.

"No! Please don't!"

Lin Xi stopped him.

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

"Jiang Gong, cytarabine can only relieve symptoms, it doesn't cure the root cause."

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

"If Nian Nian wants to live to be eighty, get married and have children, we need to change the treatment method."

Jiang Jun suddenly grabbed Lin Xi's hand, his knuckles turning white with force:

"You mean...?"

"Are there any other options?"

"I'll do anything to save Niannian!"

"Even if it means murder and arson..."

"I don't need murder or arson, I need your brain."

Lin Xi said calmly,

"Leukemia is not a terminal illness."

Lin Xi looked at Jiang Jun with unwavering determination.

"Mature 'hematopoietic stem cell transplantation,' also known as bone marrow transplantation, is already available overseas."

"As long as a bone marrow match is found, it can be cured!"

"Cure...cure completely?"

Jiang Jun trembled violently.

This word was too distant for him, too sci-fi, like a dream.

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

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

The light in Jiang Jun's eyes brightened for a moment, then quickly dimmed again.

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

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

"Red Star will cover all the money."

Lin Xi interrupted him decisively.

"I contacted Peking Union Medical College Hospital in Beijing; they have a partnership with a medical center in the United States."

"Let's find a matching bone marrow registry."

"As for foreign exchange, you don't need to worry about it."

Lin Xi said firmly.

"Jiang Jun."

Lin Xi emphasized her words, her gaze intense.

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

"I want your skills, all the knowledge you have about laser measurement."

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

"As long as you nod, your daughter will be Red Star's child."

"As long as Red Star lives, she lives!"

boom!

Jiang Jun did not hesitate at all.

He shoved his wife away, his eyes bloodshot, like a bull that had been provoked and then tamed.

"Go! I'll go!"

The man grabbed Lin Xi by the collar, speaking incoherently and weeping uncontrollably.

"Manager Lin! If you can save Niannian, I, Jiang Jun, will entrust my life to you!"

"From now on, I'll go wherever you point!"

"You want a laser ruler? I'll grind one up for you!"

"You want a lithography machine? I'll build you one!"

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

The sound of crying echoed in the corridor.

It was an outpouring of emotions as a father returned to the human world from hell, a breakdown after unloading a tremendous burden.

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

Holy crap! This is so exciting!

"A scholar will die for one who understands him"—that's probably what it feels like.

If I were Jiang Jun, I would dedicate my life to being a livestreamer!

[This streamer's move is more satisfying than any wish-fulfillment story!]

That afternoon, everything was arranged.

Lin Xi used his connections in the Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry to obtain two sleeper tickets to the capital and arranged for Sun Erga to personally escort the mother and daughter to Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

At the ward door, parting was imminent.

Niannian is feeling much better after receiving her injection.

She lay on the hospital bed, tugged at Lin Xi's clothes, and blinked her big eyes.

"Uncle Lin," the little girl said in a clear, sweet voice.

"What's wrong?" Lin Xi bent down and patted her head with a smile.

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

puff.

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

Lin Xi rubbed her nose and said in a serious tone:

"Then you'll have to wait in line. The line of people who want to marry your uncle could stretch all the way to the moon."

Jiang Jun wiped away his tears and looked at his daughter one last time, as if he wanted to etch this moment into his bones.

Then, he resolutely turned around and picked up the bag containing a few tattered clothes and a few technical books.

At this moment, Jiang Jun stood up straight, no longer hunched over or humble.

The truck driver, crushed by life's hardships, died.

"Manager Lin."

Jiang Jun stood at the hospital entrance, facing the biting cold wind of Kunming, his eyes shining with an alarming intensity.

"Let's go! To the Northwest!"

"I'm going to make up for all the time I've missed over the past few years!"

The wind whipped up the snowflakes on the ground, stinging my face.

But in Lin Xi's eyes, the blizzard was clearly the prelude to the coming, magnificent industrial era.

The most important piece of the talent puzzle has been found!