Don't go to the moon, there are gods on the far side of the moon.

Tianheng's car was parked downstairs at the hospital.

The black minivan's door opened silently, like a mouth waiting for someone to crawl inside.

Wen Zhaolin did not come in person.

It was his secretary, Qin Zhao, who arrived.

Around thirty years old, impeccably dressed in a suit, his smile precise to the millimeter.

"Mr. Lin, President Wen asked me to pass on a message."

Lin Jibai held the unconscious Lin Xiaoman in his arms, his eyes as cold as knives: "Speak."

"Your sister has 27 hours left."

Xu Wangshu stood to the side: "Medical assessment or a threat?"

Qin Zhao smiled: "The two are not contradictory."

He handed over a treatment agreement.

Tianheng Medical is willing to cover all of Lin Xiaoman's expenses, initiate the lunar phase stabilization therapy, and provide a private ward, imported drugs, and hypothermic brain protection equipment.

The expense column is zero.

There is only one condition in the condition column.

Lin Jibai voluntarily joined the Tianheng Group's Lunar Adaptor Program.

Lin Jibai flipped to the end.

Family authorization, permission to access abnormal samples, sharing of neural data, and cooperation through deep space communication channels.

Every single one of them is written legally.

None of them sound like human language.

"Free treatment." Lin Jibai laughed. "When did you capitalists become Buddhists?"

Qin Zhao wasn't angry: "Mr. Lin, you can keep being stubborn. But your sister can't wait."

Lin Jibai folded the agreement and stuffed it back into his arms.

"I refuse."

Qin Zhao finally showed a hint of surprise.

Xu Wangshu also glanced at him.

Lin Jibai looked down at his sister: "I will save her, but not sell her to you."

Qin Zhao slowly suppressed his smile: "Rejecting Tianheng is tantamount to rejecting the only mature treatment system for lunar anomalies in the world."

"The only mature one? You don't even dare to publicly state that Chang'e is a position."

Qin Zhao's eyes darkened.

Lin Jibai stepped forward: "Tell Wen Zhaolin that I will go to see him. But not as an experiment, but as a creditor."

"Creditor?"

"He owes my father an explanation, and he owes my sister a life."

Qin Zhao stared at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

"Mr. Wen said that if you refuse, he'll let me show you the second set of documents."

He opened the tablet.

The video shown is from ten years ago.

Lin Wangchuan stood in a white laboratory, with a much younger Wen Zhaolin beside him.

In front of the two of them was a business plan.

Title: Phase I of the Buzhou Mountain Repair Project.

Lin Jibai's breath hitched for a moment.

Qin Zhao said softly, "Your father was not a victim. He was one of the founding members."

In the video, Lin Wangchuan looks up and says to the camera:

"If we don't repair Buzhou Mountain, the cold storage on the far side of the moon will eventually lose pressure. When that happens, even more people will be taken away."

Lin Jibai's fingers tightened little by little.

He always believed that his father was trying to stop the moon landing.

But now, my father once personally pushed for the repairs.

Xu Wangshu said in a low voice, "The video may have been edited."

"I know."

Lin Jibai looked at Qin Zhao: "Where's the original?"

"Join the program and you'll see more."

"What if we don't join?"

"The hospital will handle your sister according to standard procedures. You've already seen the results of those procedures."

Qin Zhao turned and got into the car.

Before the car door closed, he added another sentence.

"Mr. Lin, many choices in life seem free, but in reality, it's just that the poor don't have the right to choose the right answer."

The car drove away.

Lin Jibai stood still, Lin Xiaoman in his arms as light as a piece of moonlight about to melt.

Another payment notification has arrived.

Overdue payment reminder.

Xu Wangshu was silent for a moment: "You rejected me very gracefully just now, but the reality is much harsher."

"I know."

"So what do you plan to do?"

Lin Jibai handed his younger sister over to her: "You watch over Xiaoman for me for two hours."

"Where are you going?"

"give change."

"You're not going to take out a loan at exorbitant interest rates, are you?"

"It's a little more illegal than that."

He walked into the night.

An hour later, the back door of the old exhibition hall in the space city was pried open.

Lin Jibai crawled into the control room of the Buzhou Mountain model he had once repaired, connected his father's lunar landing certificate, and forcibly logged into the sealed backend.

The screen lights up.

It is not an exhibition hall system.

It is a legacy of the Buzhoushan Project.

A file pops up in the terminal.

Mythical Agreement: Lin Family Inheritance Clause

Signatory: Lin Wangchuan.

Successor: Lin Jibai.

The cost column is covered in red.

"The descendants of the Lin family have already been marked by the far side of the moon."