Xiu Yue, who was caught, walked into the bedroom confidently and greeted Si Ming and Zhuang Li with a smile.
"Si Ming, if Grandpa sees you messing around with a man, he'll be angry." He said gently, "The person who's most worried about you getting this disease is Grandpa. He wants you to find a woman to marry quickly and give birth to an heir to both the Xiu and Si families. You know this, right?"
"What's it to you? Even if your last name is Xiu, you can't take away a single cent of the property of the two families." Si Ming retorted with a dark face.
He was very angry when his good time was interrupted. If he hadn't been holding the little curly-haired boy in his arms, he would have rushed up to fight.
Xiu Yue's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes grew colder. He shook his head and said, "If I were you, I wouldn't be willing to make Grandpa sad."
"Who are you calling grandpa? What does the Si family have to do with you? How can you be so shameless?" Si Ming pointed at the corridor outside the door and said sternly, "Get out of here! Otherwise, I will have the security throw you out in front of all the guests."
Zhong Xingyun was right. Si Ming did have two faces. In front of Zhuang Li, he was a well-behaved little wolfdog, but in front of outsiders, he was a mad dog that would bite people.
Xiu Yue knew Si Ming's temper very well, so he raised his hands and slowly backed away. When he reached the door, he shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, and his face was full of helplessness, which fully demonstrated his demeanor.
This was the scene Mr. Si saw as he walked up the stairs with his cane. He had left all the guests in the banquet hall on the first floor.
Xiu Zhaotian took over the task of entertaining guests very naturally, treating the Si family as his own territory.
"Grandpa, I'll go out first." Old man Xiu Yue Chongsi nodded slightly and left, with an attitude that was neither humble nor arrogant, and very graceful.
He knew Si Ming was stubborn, and once he made up his mind, nothing could change it. The grandfather and grandson would inevitably argue, and their relationship would become distant. Si Ming was gay, unable to have children with a woman. Old Master Si's last wish would be dashed, and the Si family would be completely without an heir.
Next up is my and my father's chance, even the heavens are helping us. Thinking of this, Xiu Yue couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle as he walked downstairs, then reunited with his father to entertain the guests together.
The father and son were so blinded by the readily available benefits that they didn't even notice that Si Ming's right hand was normal.
But Mr. Si would never ignore this detail. He walked into the bedroom, looked at his grandson's right hand, suppressed his excitement and asked, "You, your hand..."
"Grandpa." Si Ming hurriedly stepped forward and supported Grandpa Si with his right hand.
Mr. Si quickly grasped the hand, moving it from the fingertips to the shoulder and then back to the fingertips. He nodded repeatedly, his voice trembling, "Okay, okay, now Grandpa can die with his eyes closed! Is Grandpa dreaming?"
"You are not dreaming, please sit down." Zhuang Li walked to the other side and supported Mr. Si.
Mr. Si immediately grabbed Zhuang Li's hand and said with tears in his eyes, "Good boy, Grandpa finally gets to see you. I've always wanted to treat you to a meal, but you were always doing research in the lab and couldn't spare the time. Thank you, Grandpa, I'm so grateful to you."
Zhong Xingyun wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, stepped back a few steps, closed the door, and asked the family of three to sit down and have a long talk.
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Mr. Si had been upstairs for half an hour. The guests gathered around Xiu Zhaotian, chatting and laughing, but they all had different guesses in their minds.
I guess they've already started a quarrel up there. I wonder where that young man came from. He's so bold that he even dared to seduce the only child of the Si family. I wonder if Mr. Si will skin that kid alive?
While he was thinking, he finally heard some movement upstairs. The imagined quarrel, fight and suppression did not happen. Mr. Si came down the spiral staircase happily, holding his grandson's left hand and the young man's right hand.
The guests who were waiting to see the show: “…” That’s it?
Xiu Zhaotian and Xiu Yue, who thought that Mr. Si would be so angry that he would have a heart attack, said: "..."
Before Mr. Si had even completely descended the stairs, he waved to his old buddies, his tone both excited and proud: "Come, come, let me introduce you. This is my grandson Si Ming, and this is my grandson-in-law Zhuang Li. They're both good kids. How are they? Do they look energetic?"
"You look energetic. Both children are growing up well. Your grandson looks exactly like you when you were young." Several respected elders walked over and said with a smile.
Everyone else stood there, watching in shock. Did they hear correctly? Didn't Mr. Si just say that this man named Zhuang Li was his grandson-in-law? Grandson's grandson, son-in-law's son-in-law? Was this an acknowledgement of their relationship?
Xiu Zhaotian quickly reacted and sighed, "Forget it. Si Ming is already so sick, let him be with whoever he wants. I just hope he can live happily for the rest of his life."
The guests around him then showed an expression of sudden realization, and then looked at Si Ming with pity.
At the same time, several observant guests suddenly whispered, "Hey, didn't we hear that Young Master Si's right hand was completely paralyzed? How come he looks fine now?"
When everyone looked closely, they found that Si Ming was shaking hands with several big men one by one with his right hand, while his left hand was around the shoulder of the handsome young man. He looked full of energy and did not look like a terminally ill patient at all.
Xiu Zhaotian and Xiu Yue suddenly opened their eyes wide and discovered something strange.
Unfortunately, when they wanted to go over to take a closer look, Si Ming had already taken Zhuang Li's hand and crossed the crowd, striding away with a bunch of car keys in his hand.
Mr. Si pointed at their backs, blaming them but actually doting on them: "These young people are just impatient. Forget it, let them be. They can't stay at home anyway."
"It was the same when we were young." An old man laughed.
The other guests had no choice but to smile apologetically, but in their hearts they looked down upon Si Ming and Zhuang Li even more. The Si family might have to change their surname in the future!
Xiu Zhaotian walked up to Mr. Si, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
However, Mr. Si didn't even bother to spare him a glance. He just praised Zhuang Li to his old friends: "He's a good kid. I saw that a long time ago. Fortunately, my Xiao Ming worked hard and captured him, otherwise I would be always worried and uneasy." His words were full of respect and protection for Zhuang Li, and there was not a single dissatisfaction on his face.
Several old friends thought that he had something grievance in his heart that he couldn't express, so they could only try their best to agree with him to cheer him up.
In fact, they had no idea who Zhuang Li was or what was so good about him.
The fawning crowd had already shied away from Mr. Si, their smiles tinged with mockery. Unexpectedly, even the renowned Mr. Si Lao Hu had reached a state of senility. His words were so false and exaggerated that they made one feel even more sickened. Your grandson has a terminal illness and is still gay. Are you really not worried at all?
What generosity and open-mindedness, it’s all pretense!
"It seems that this family will have to rely on you from now on." A guest pulled Xiu Zhaotian aside, shook his head and sighed.
Xiu Zhaotian smiled bitterly and waved his hand, signaling him not to say such things. Then he walked back to Old Man Si and said gently, "Dad, you can't just ignore Xiao Ming's matter. Have you investigated the origins of that Zhuang Li? How can you trust Xiao Ming to him? What if he has bad intentions?"
"I know Xiao Li's background better than you." Old Master Si looked at Xiu Zhaotian with his eagle eyes slanted, with murderous intent flowing in his pupils.
Just at this moment, Zhong Xingyun squeezed into the crowd and whispered a few words into Mr. Si's ear.
Mr. Si's sinister face immediately glowed red. He laughed heartily and commanded with full energy, "Show it to everyone! This is great news! Our Chinese nation is amazing!"
"What good news?" Several business leaders asked curiously.
Zhong Xingyun connected his phone to the screen and said with a smile, "You can see for yourselves. I can't explain it clearly, but it's great news that benefits the country and the people."
Before he could finish his words, Zhuang Li, who had just been secretly called a "faggot" by some guests, appeared on a huge LED screen. He was surrounded by a group of people. A closer look revealed that even the President of China was among them, their expressions full of respect. They walked around a laboratory and pointed at a test tube, seemingly explaining some technology.
A line of subtitles scrolled across the bottom of the screen, and the announcer spoke in a powerful and inspiring voice: "Chinese scientist Dr. Zhuang Li has recently developed gene repair technology, which has completely conquered cancer and certain terminal illnesses caused by gene mutations. Clinical trials have shown that this treatment is 100% effective. Please read the detailed report below..."
Conquered cancer and certain terminal illnesses?
The guests stared at the screen in amazement, as if they had seen a ghost.
On the screen, the national leader was shaking hands cordially with Zhuang Li and giving him thumbs-up repeatedly. The people surrounding Zhuang Li also had expressions of ecstasy on their faces.
The scene shifted, and Zhuang Li had left the lab and was walking down a long corridor, flipping through a folder in his hand. A group of researchers trailed behind him. It was clear he was in a hurry.
CCTV's leading actress trotted behind him, microphone in hand, and asked respectfully, "Mr. Zhuang, how did you conquer cancer? Could you please tell us about your research?"
"The principle is simple. You all know that after a virus invades the human body, it injects its DNA into human cells and reproduces wildly. Utilizing this characteristic, I synthesized an adeno-associated virus that carries normal human genes. After infecting the human body, it injects these normal genes into diseased cells, causing them to replicate continuously.
"People infected with this virus will not only not experience any discomfort, but will also slowly return to normal because their diseased cells are being continuously repaired by these viruses." Zhuang Li said without raising his head.
The female host quickly asked, "How long will this treatment last? Will it be expensive?"
"Advanced cancer patients can be cured for life with just one injection. Unfortunately, this treatment isn't widely available yet because cultivating adeno-associated viruses is a very delicate process, and only a few milligrams can be produced in a year. Therefore, the cost of one injection is very high."
Zhuang Li looked at the camera and said firmly, "But as the technology continues to mature, this treatment will benefit every Chinese person. This is my promise."
The host was captivated by his deep eyes, and after a long while, she nodded with red eyes. She believed that Mr. Zhuang could do it, and his eyes could hold the whole world.
"Mr. Zhuang, how old are you? You look so young!"
"I'm eighteen years old."
"Wow! You're truly amazing! I heard you even cured a paralyzed patient. Can you tell me about that?"
"Have you heard of exoskeletons? Through a brain-computer interface, a thin exoskeleton made of nanomaterials is worn on the human body. Nano-transistors installed in the exoskeleton connect to the chip in the brain, allowing the unconscious body to be controlled by the mind.
"The properties of nanomaterials allow us to make exoskeletons thinner than skin and harder than steel, so we won't feel any discomfort when wearing them.
"Through this technology, we can also treat ALS, vegetative state, Parkinson's disease, Alzheimer's disease and so on. Sorry, I have an experiment to do, so I have to excuse me." Zhuang Li closed the folder and quickened his pace.
The host quickly asked the final question: "Mr. Zhuang, it is said that your lover has ALS and you are conducting this research to save him. Is this true?"
Zhuang Li paused, then looked directly into the camera and said confidently, "Yes, I developed this technology to save him. The world he lives in is also the world I want to protect. May peace and our country last forever."
He gradually left the camera's field of view, but the female host held her chest and couldn't calm down for a long time.
China will be safe. Even the hegemonic Americans will not compete with China at this point, let alone send someone to assassinate Mr. Zhuang. He is the savior of all mankind, and killing him would be a crime that would be condemned by the world.
American politicians are also human beings, they also want to survive.
After this interview, the female host interviewed several lucky people who participated in the clinical trials.
After seeing the familiar face on the screen, the guests standing in the Si family hall, who had been as stunned as a group of puppets, finally let out exclamations one after another.
"Isn't this Old Zhao! He has advanced lung cancer. I visited him in the hospital a while ago. His son even chose a grave for him! Is he cured?" A friend of Mr. Si shouted in disbelief, pointing at the screen.
"It's him, it's him. Look, his white hair has turned black! He's really cured!"
"Wow! Technology is so advanced these days that it can even cure late-stage cancer! No wonder he told me a while ago that he spent tens of millions to buy a spot in an experiment. So it's this experiment? He's so lucky!"
"Not only that, didn't you just hear Xiao Li say on TV? He can also cure Alzheimer's and Parkinson's! My old bones can finally be saved!"
Several of the bosses were completely excited, circling the screen, pointing and discussing. They were about the same age as Mr. Si, and they were always unwell, needing to be hospitalized regularly, suffering a lot. Their greatest wish in life was to live a few more years in good health.
Now that the country has really invented longevity technology, they are undoubtedly the biggest beneficiaries.
Only then did the other bosses suddenly realize what was going on. They pointed at Mr. Si's nose and cursed, "You old fox! You booked Xiao Li so early! You're really taking advantage of him! Has Xiao Ming's illness been cured? That exoskeleton on his right hand, right?"
As they spoke, they secretly rejoiced. They were the only ones in the banquet hall who showed any enthusiasm for Zhuang Li. They thought the boy must have a good impression of them, so it wouldn't be too awkward when he came to ask for help in the future.
"The best deal I ever made in my life was giving my grandson to Xiao Li for free. Hahaha, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me when I say this, but I was really afraid that Xiao Li would run away halfway through. I couldn't sleep well every night!
"Xiao Li took Xiao Ming to get an injection. Yes, the same kind of needle you see on TV. He saved one for my Xiao Ming a long time ago." Old Master Si laughed heartily and stomped the dragon-headed cane in his hand.
You can see that he is really excited.
It was not until this moment that the guests realized that what Mr. Si said before to defend Zhuang Li was not to save face, nor was it a pretense with blood in his heart, but he really liked Zhuang Li!
Who wouldn't love a genius who can even cure cancer? Who wouldn't want to curry favor with him? Haven't you seen how even national leaders have to line up to shake Zhuang Li's hand?
The Si family really made a killing this time! What's the big deal about being gay? If Zhuang Li liked their youngster, they'd be happy to give him away for free!
The guests' minds were full of thoughts, and they quickly left Xiu Zhaotian and Xiu Yue and gathered around Mr. Si, saying nice things to him without asking for any money.
Zhuang Li was standing in the banquet hall before, but they didn't go over to talk to him. Now that he has left, they regret it so much that they wish they could turn back time and start over.
Xiu Zhaotian and Xiu Yue had become as stiff as two stone sculptures. They no longer cared about their elegant demeanor and aristocratic manners. Their messy brains were gradually overwhelmed by deep despair.
They had planned everything, but they had never expected that Si Ming would win Zhuang Li's favor.
Being gay actually cured a terminal illness. Is Si Ming God's biological son?
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