Chapter 443 Career Takes Off!

Draw Gu Beixiao's profile as he reads documents under the lamp, draw Gu Sichen's silly face as he lies on his stomach telling a story, and draw the orchid that Gu Beixiao is growing on the windowsill.

She even painted a series of paintings reminiscing about Hainan Island.

Those military wives working on the Red Star Farm, those soldiers braving wind and rain to work at the radar station, and those children running on the beach.

Her art style has changed.

It is no longer the academic style that pursues technique and composition, but has become more rugged and realistic, with every stroke carrying the flavor of soil and sea breeze.

A month later, this series of paintings, titled "The Power of Growth," was published on the cover of "PLA Literature and Art."

The sample copy sent by the editorial department was placed on the table.

Gu Beixiao held the magazine, flipping through it over and over, his mouth practically stretched to the back of his ears in a wide grin.

"Well done, Master Chu." He tucked the magazine under his arm. "Tomorrow when I go to work, I'll have to show off to those old guys. Otherwise they'll keep saying I'm not doing my job properly and just running home all the time."

Chu Jingya was knitting a sweater for her unborn child when she heard this. She rolled her eyes at him and said, "Are you showing off your painting? You're just showing off yourself."

"It's all the same." Gu Beixiao leaned closer and stole a kiss on her cheek. "My wife is amazing, that's why I'm amazing."

Just then, the phone rang again.

It was Chen Yaru who called.

"Mom," Chu Jingya answered the phone, her voice softening.

"Jingya, how are you feeling? Is your leg swollen? Did that kid Beixiao bully you?" Chen Yaru's loud voice came through the microphone, full of energy.

"No, he treats me very well." Chu Jingya glanced at Gu Beixiao. "Mom, don't worry about me. But you, take care to avoid the heat."

“I’m fine! Su Yue just sent me two cases of sea buckthorn juice, saying it’s new from the farm and really good for cooling down.” Chen Yaru paused, her tone becoming serious. “Jingya, I have something to tell you. That old man from the Lin family seems to be active in Beijing again lately. Tell Bei Xiao to be on his guard, so they don’t find any fault with him.”

Chu Jingya's heart tightened, and she subconsciously glanced at Gu Beixiao.

Gu Beixiao seemed to sense something, looked up, smiled reassuringly at her, and mouthed, "It's okay."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Jingya walked to Gu Beixiao's side.

"Mom said the Lin family..."

"I know." Gu Beixiao said calmly, "That old fox Lin Zhihong suffered a loss at Su Yue's hands in Hong Kong and wants to get revenge in Beijing. Does he think he can still control the Gu family like before?"

Gu Beixiao sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

“The Gu family today is no longer the Gu family that was at the mercy of others a few years ago. The eldest brother holds real power in Haiphong, Su Yue has the life-saving medicine in her hands, and even the third brother…” He pointed to himself, “is not to be trifled with either.”

He stood up and pulled Chu Jingya into his arms.

"Just focus on your pregnancy and keep painting. The storms outside can't get through this door."

The night outside the window is getting darker.

The wind swirled up the fallen leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound.

On this seemingly peaceful night, new life is being conceived, and a new storm is brewing.

But for this little family, as long as the lights are on and they are together, there is no obstacle they cannot overcome.

Chu Jingya touched her belly, feeling the strong little life inside.

She knew that no matter what the future held, she was ready to embrace the new identity of "mother".

Su Yue was standing on the construction site of the pharmaceutical factory, watching the huge fermentation tank being hoisted into place.

"Director Su!" Huo Wenxuan rushed over, panting, holding a telegram. "News from Beijing! The Ministry of Health is going to include phage therapy in the national key promotion projects!"

Su Yue took the telegram and glanced at the lines of printed text.

The wind blew up the hem of her dress, making it flutter.

"It's finally here," she said softly, her gaze sweeping across the sea to the northern sky.

All the groundwork and all the maneuvering have finally come to an end.

The telegram was as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds in Huo Wenxuan's hands.

The sea breeze, carrying sand and dust from the construction site, lashed against his face. He didn't bother to wipe it off; his knuckles turned white from the force, and his whole body trembled slightly as if struck by an electric current.

“A key national promotion project…” Huo Wenxuan read the line of printed text three times, then suddenly looked up, his usually shrewd businessman face now filled with undisguised fervor. “Su Yue, this isn’t some small-scale project at the provincial level, it’s the Ministry of Health! It’s an official document issued directly!”

Su Yue reached out and took the telegram. The paper rustled in the wind.

The wording above is rigorous and restrained, but every word conveys an unquestionable national will: the approval of the "Hunter-9" bacteriophage biological agent to enter the Phase III clinical trial, the scope of which has been expanded to ten top-tier hospitals across the country, including those in Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou, and it has been listed as a core task for the annual biomedical research.

"Don't just be happy." Su Yue folded the telegram, stuffed it into her work pocket, and turned to look at the second-phase factory under construction behind her. "Notify Chen Xinyue to seal and archive all experimental data with level one encryption. Also, have Lao Zhao stop what he's doing and set that German centrifuge to its maximum speed. I need to see its maximum load data."

Huo Wenxuan's ecstatic expression froze for a moment, then he realized: "Are you worried that production capacity won't keep up?"

“Ten top-tier hospitals, thousands of clinical cases. Once it’s rolled out, the daily consumption will be a hundred times what it is now.” Su Yue stepped on the steel pipes of the scaffolding and strode towards the temporary office. “Right now, Blue Ocean can’t even reach this passing grade.”

Huo Wenxuan wiped the oil and sweat from his face and gritted his teeth to catch up: "I'll go and urge Pierre right now to airlift the remaining two fermentation tanks over to me! Even if it means emptying our coffers, we have to seize this opportunity!"

Su Yue didn't reply. She pushed open the iron door of the office, grabbed the red telephone on the table, and dialed the internal line of the Beijing Academy of Sciences.

The voice of Vice President Li, slightly tired but excited, came through the receiver: "Su Yue, did you receive the documents? Pack your things and head to Beijing immediately. The expert group has been established, and you are the group leader. If you don't take this position, no one will dare to."

Three days later, in the main conference room of the Institute of Biology, Chinese Academy of Sciences, Beijing.

The long conference table was filled with people on both sides.

On the left is a medical luminary with gray hair, and on the right is a health ministry official wearing a Zhongshan suit.

The air was thick with the smell of tobacco and a sense of impending doom.

Su Yue pushed open the door and entered.

She was wearing a simple white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and carrying the iconic silver metal case in her hand.

"Team Leader Su." Vice Dean Li was the first to stub out his cigarette and stand up.

All eyes in the room instantly focused on her.

There was scrutiny, there was doubt, but more than anything, there was an urgent expectation of a "miracle".