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Chapter 347
Lin Shuying had mentioned her plans after she left from time to time, so she took it for granted this time. Who knew Lin Shuying would fall ill...
Liang Ranran and the others cried along with her. Lin Shuying hadn't had a seizure in a long time, who knew it would suddenly turn out like this. This time it was unexpectedly fierce; the blood she vomited even splattered onto the carving machine.
Lin Qiaoqiao calmed down. There was an emergency being performed inside; she couldn't panic!
They summoned the medical staff who had been caring for Lin Shuying and asked her about the details of her actions that day. It didn't make sense that she was perfectly fine yesterday, and even seemed perfectly normal this morning, before suddenly vomiting blood.
The medical staff explained Lin Shuying's schedule for today and yesterday in detail. It wasn't complicated at all. One-third of her time was spent making games in the holographic capsule, one-third was spent embroidering, and one-third was working on the design required by the official team. The remaining free time was spent handling documents that the company needed her to review. It was really a very simple daily routine.
Finally, the medical staff even called the research institute's bigwigs, who explained that the recent publicity for Qingfengyi had been too intense, making it known to everyone, and the resulting spacetime alignment effect was too strong, thus affecting Lin Shuying. They couldn't do anything about it; there was no solution, and they could only use equipment to try to stabilize Lin Shuying's life.
Lin Qiaoqiao felt a sense of helpless frustration. Why should she sacrifice herself for this awkward world all by herself...?
When Lin Shuying woke up at night, she was very weak. She called Lin Qiaoqiao to her side and said, "I'm sorry, I've held you back."
Lin Qiaoqiao, who had been holding back her tears, could no longer contain them. "I... I'll immediately withdraw the publicity and cancel all the events. You'll be alright!"
Lin Shuying gently squeezed her hand and said weakly, "The deed is done, canceling it is useless. Just like the process of life, every second that passes cannot be turned back... Qiaoqiao, give me some strong medicine. I will be there tomorrow, and the next event also needs to be prepared."
Lin Qiaoqiao refused, "No, your body can't handle it."
Lin Shuying pleaded, "My dream is taking off, it just needs a little bit of strength. I will create a miracle even if it costs me my life."
Lin Qiaoqiao looked into her determined eyes and couldn't refuse; it was a testament to her unwavering commitment to her career and love. How she understood that longing!
"Okay, I promise you."
Lin Shuying's head was spinning, and she couldn't think too much for the time being. After giving the instructions, she fell asleep.
Lin Qiaoqiao came out and asked the doctor, "Give her strong medication... how long will it last? How long after it's finished will she wake up?"
The doctor said, "We don't recommend using strong medications. Strong medications for gene therapy shouldn't be used lightly, as they can easily cause very serious gene collapse. In Lin's case, she can maintain her energy and activity for about two days after taking the medication for about ten minutes, but this time depends on the severity of her condition. Currently, the situation seems very serious, and with the increasing fever of Qingfengyi, her condition may become uncontrollable. One dose of medication has little impact, but if she takes medication daily to maintain her mental state, it will probably take about two months."
Genetic collapse is no joke; there are countless examples of people melting away on their hospital beds.
Lin Qiaoqiao said, "Two months!"
Lin Qiaoqiao trembled all over upon hearing this: Two months!
A living, breathing person...
The doctor watched her cry silently, unsure how to comfort her. Not to mention that Lin Shuying was Qingfengyi's pillar of support, just looking at everyone's feelings towards Lin Shuying these past few days showed how distressed she was.
He thought, no wonder interstellar people would willingly abandon passionate emotions and choose detached interpersonal relationships. Because if they didn't get it, they wouldn't get hurt, right?
The next day, Lin Shuying arrived at the auction as usual. This time, the Grand Marshal and several high-ranking military officials were also present. Qingfengyi had given far too much—eight hundred trillion!
The total annual military expenditure across the entire intergalactic region is only a little over four hundred trillion, which is equivalent to directly donating two years' worth of military funds. Two years! How many mechs could that add?
It's even possible to sneak into the territories of two Zerg groups.
On the day of the live stream, the number of viewers in the live stream room soared to tens of billions starting in the morning. Within two hours, one-fifth of the entire interstellar population had entered, and this does not even include the population of those remote planets that cannot access the interstellar network.
When the wealthy families and powerful figures saw that staggering eight trillion, their eyes turned red with envy, their veins bulging. Keep in mind that military spending requires the entire galaxy to sustain, and now Qingfengyi is telling everyone she can come up with two years' worth of military funding in one go!!
What concept?
The legendary riches that rival those of a nation!
Who wouldn't be envious?
Even if this money came from multiple planets, countless studios, and designers, the ability to amass such a large sum is still something to be feared and envied. This is a pie that has threatened so many people's interests—eight hundred trillion! Without Qingfengyi sharing the spoils, how much could they possibly have gotten?
The thought of this cake soon being theirs calmed their nerves considerably. One person in their chat channel said, "As soon as Qingfengyi is in our hands, I'll cancel this money immediately! Military spending is a national matter; why should we get a share?"
"Don't be impulsive. That money involves too many people. Canceling it casually could lead to serious problems."
"Easy, easy. If they want to cancel, that's easy. It's just that they haven't raised that much money. They can just shift the blame, and whoever tries to explain will be anxious. We can just manipulate the comment data later. Who cares if it's real or fake? If all else fails, we can just post a number. The military has never bothered with us."
"Just keep to a minimum and don't provoke them to anger, and everything will be fine."
Many bigwigs agreed with this statement, and looking at the eight trillion yuan that was hanging there, it seemed like nothing at all, as it would all be theirs in the end!
The meeting began with a showcase of Qingfengyi's design work. Lin Shuying's design consisted of only one piece—a large ornament featuring red plum blossoms and pearl velvet flowers, measuring 1.5 meters high and 2 meters wide. It featured a white jade base with gold-carved auspicious clouds, an artificial mahogany frame, and a glass partition in the middle, measuring 10 centimeters in length and width. Inside, there were artificial mountains, grasses, and gardens, all meticulously crafted using the velvet flower technique. A large red plum tree grew on the rockery, and three pearl birds with orange crowns, white bodies, brown feathers, and thick eyes perched on the plum tree. As for the snowflakes, they were fine, downy feathers; when the ornament was turned over, the white snow at the bottom seemed to fall from the sky, a slow process resembling the accumulation of real snowflakes, covering the plum blossoms and then falling in clumps when it couldn't hold any longer.
A poem was inscribed in the blank space: Nothing speaks of the vast, empty sky, bowing head gently, treading like a song. Cries steal red petals amidst the snow, the wind carries fragrance into sleeves. A blanket of soft, white mud remains unseen, swirling and wandering through the cold winter. A flapping wing awakens the plum blossom lover, turning back to see the flickering candlelight in the courtyard.
The idea that poetry is like painting, and painting is like poetry, is a romantic notion of Chinese literati. This poem reflects Lin Shuying's feelings while creating her work. Sometimes, when a scene comes to mind, she feels compelled to write poetry and essays; no one can resist that kind of beauty.