Chapter 82: The Fierce Sister-in-law

  A five-digit QQ number was easy to remember. Although Zhang Yang didn’t plan to add her, he still memorized it. After chatting a bit more, the meal ended.

  For the afternoon experiment, Zhang Yang asked Professor Shangguan for leave and slipped away. At this point, there was no need to guess the outcome.

  He had something more important to do—to visit Xu Danlu’s father and Gao Qi’s father.

  Even though he’d gotten a call from Wu Hao that morning saying Xu Danlu’s father’s tumor in his lymph nodes had miraculously vanished, he still wanted to see for himself how far the recovery had gone.

  After all, that man was his future father-in-law. As for Gao Qi, he’d been so busy these past days that he hadn’t seen her in quite some time. Thinking about her father’s condition made him uneasy.

  When he arrived at the hospital, he found Gao Qi and the three Xu sisters together. Xu Maogen’s condition had clearly improved. The swelling on his face and neck hadn’t completely disappeared, but his speech and movement were nothing like last night. His voice was no longer hoarse, and he no longer held his head complaining of pain.

  When Zhang Yang entered, the Xu sisters’ eyes lit up. The youngest, Xu Danying, ran over and grabbed his arm, almost hugging and biting him. “Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law! You’re amazing! You really saved Dad!”

  Zhang Yang’s face turned slightly red. That wasn’t really his credit—the one to thank was the Nuwa System fused in his mind.

  Xu Maogen held Zhang Yang’s hand. Tears welled in the old man’s eyes, and he choked, unable to speak.

  Just as their hands touched, the system’s voice suddenly rang out: 【Because of your effort and dedication, you have successfully saved a critically ill patient. The system will reward you with 20 points. Your current system points: 35. Title: Promising Youth.】

  Zhang Yang was stunned. So that’s another way to earn points. If the drug became widespread in the future and saved countless cancer patients, would he keep earning system points?

  Zhang Yang originally had only 14 points. But some time ago, when he helped an old lady cross the street, he surprisingly got 1 point, making it 15. Now, adding 20 more made 35. He only needed 15 more points to reach 50—the requirement to apply for an emergency aid.

  Zhang Yang glanced at Gao Qi, who stood nearby, looking at the Xu family’s joyful reunion with a trace of envy. He thought, maybe those 50 points could help her.

  Seeing Zhang Yang distracted, Xu Maogen pulled Xu Danlu over and said meaningfully, “Lulu, it’s thanks to Zhang Yang that I survived this time. Don’t let him down, understand?”

  Being dragged in front of Zhang Yang and told this in front of her two sisters and Gao Qi, Xu Danlu blushed. “Dad, you just recovered. You should rest more.”

  “Heh, I know my body best. I feel much better now. Without Zhang Yang, I’d already be gone. If this were ancient times, I’d marry all three of my daughters to him, haha.” Perhaps because he’d just recovered from a serious illness, Xu Maogen was in an extremely good mood, speaking freely.

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  Of course, anyone would feel the same. Having been pulled back from death’s door, how could he not be happy?

  He laughed heartily, but his two younger daughters blushed. Marry all three daughters to him? That’d make them concubines!

  Normally, Xu Dantong wouldn’t blush, but hearing her father say that made her feel shy for some reason.

  Zhang Yang, of course, didn’t know what to say—anything he said now would be wrong!

  He Zhen had just returned from making soup. Seeing everyone there—and especially Zhang Yang—her face lit up with warmth. She practically wished Zhang Yang would just take Xu Danlu home already.

  “The doctor only said two words—‘a miracle!’ Then he said that after a week of rest, Lao Xu could be discharged. I can finally relax.” He Zhen then looked at Xu Dantong and Xu Danying and said, “Aren’t you two leaving this afternoon? Go thank your brother-in-law before you go.”

  Her words helped ease the earlier awkwardness. Xu Dantong gave Zhang Yang a teasing glance, then the two sisters said in unison, “Thank you, brother-in-law!”

  Zhang Yang’s face turned completely red—and so did Xu Danlu’s.

  “Brother-in-law, if you come to the capital, don’t forget to find us!” Xu Dantong said confidently, pulling a piece of paper from the table and writing down a QQ number. “Here, this is my QQ. Remember to add me.”

  Zhang Yang took it and glanced at it—damn, another five-digit number. Were they showing off?

  But really, if you wanted to talk, couldn’t you just call? Why QQ?

  Of course, he didn’t dare say that. He glanced at the number and then at Xu Danying beside him, joking, “That’s a nice number. Did you steal it, Yingying?”

  “No!” Xu Danying quickly denied. She also handed him her number, explaining, “But I did apply for all of them. I have several. Brother-in-law, want me to give you one too?”

  Zhang Yang stared speechlessly at the youngest sister. You applied for them? How old were you then? Damn! No wonder she became a computer genius.

  After chatting with the Xu family for a while, Zhang Yang said goodbye and left to visit Gao Qi’s father. But as soon as he stepped out, he bumped into a familiar face.

  Seeing who it was, Zhang Yang smiled—it was Yang Jing, whom he’d always treated like an older sister. In this world, aside from Qiao Xier and Xu Danlu, she was the only one who still gave him that familial warmth.

  When his grandfather had been hospitalized, she had constantly comforted him. After his grandfather passed, she had helped handle all the funeral affairs—and even tried to set him up on blind dates. She’d also helped a lot with Xu Danlu’s and Gao Qi’s fathers.

  Zhang Yang had always seen this mature, beautiful woman—just as stunning as Yang Fei—as an older sister.

  Yang Jing bit her rosy lips, looking at him as if seeing him anew. After a moment, she frowned slightly and pulled Zhang Yang aside.

  “Zhang Yang, what’s going on?” she asked.

  “Hm?”

  “I just saw you on TV! So you’re part of the ‘Dragonborn’ project group?” Yang Jing pursed her lips unhappily. “Why didn’t you tell me, huh?”

  On TV? Zhang Yang broke into a cold sweat. “Sister Jing, I was just a bystander.”

  “Even a bystander’s impressive. Without you, your father-in-law wouldn’t have survived.” Yang Jing looked at him, a faint sadness flickering in her eyes. “It’s a pity your grandfather didn’t live to see this.”

  Hearing her mention his grandfather made Zhang Yang feel a twinge of pain. He forced a bitter smile. “That’s fate. Still, thank you, Sister Jing, for always looking out for me.”

  “Silly boy.” Yang Jing reached out and lightly smacked him. “I promised your grandpa I’d protect you, remember?”

  “Ha, Sister Jing, you said it yourself. Then I’ll treat you like my real sister from now on.” Zhang Yang grinned, playing along.

  “I’ve treated you like a brother for ages, and you’re only now calling me sister? So unfair.” Yang Jing pouted, hugging her inspection folder, then glanced at him. “Zhang Yang, now that you’ve developed Nanxing One, our hospital’s radiology department might become useless. If I lose my job, I’ll have to rely on you.”

  Hearing that, Zhang Yang was taken aback. Sister Jing was a radiology expert. If Nanxing One entered mass production, countless radiologists and oncologists would be laid off. The worst hit would be the manufacturers of precision instruments—but thankfully, there weren’t many in Huaxia.

  Still, with this drug, entire hospital departments would need restructuring. Treating cancer like the common cold would leave many specialists speechless.

  “Don’t worry, Sister Jing. If you lose your job, your little brother will take care of you for life.” Zhang Yang grinned cheekily.

  “You’re such a brat.” Yang Jing lightly smacked him again, then glanced toward the room. “I’m going to visit your… father-in-law, hehe.”

  “I’m serious, Sister Jing,” Zhang Yang murmured softly after she walked off. Yang Jing was an oncology expert—if Nanxing One really hit the market, she’d likely be unemployed. Though she wasn’t short on money, he knew how much she loved her work. Losing it would crush her.

  Suddenly, Zhang Yang thought—why not discuss with Professor Shangguan about building a Cancer Rehabilitation Center first? After all, the drug could only be made in labs for now. Mass production would take time.

  During this gap, he could establish a rehabilitation center for late-stage cancer patients as a division under Nuwa Pharmaceuticals, part of the Nuwa Future Technology Company. Just imagine—the world’s first rehab center guaranteeing full recovery for terminal cancer patients. Customer flow wouldn’t be a problem.

  Plus, it could save those in urgent need of treatment. If he joined in, maybe he’d even earn system points.

  And without a doubt, Yang Jing would be the perfect choice for the first director.

  Watching her tall, graceful figure fade into the distance, Zhang Yang smiled faintly. Sister Jing, I’m claiming you… ahem, purely in the non-misleading sense.