No choice, Jiang Fuyue could only call Xiao Shan.
At that moment, Xiao Shan was grading his son’s homework and then refining his own academic paper. He had been asleep for less than an hour when Jiang Fuyue’s call woke him up.
“Hello?”
“It’s me. Call the main gate guard and tell them I’m driving into the school.”
Xiao Shan had been squinting, half-asleep and lazy, but upon hearing this, he jolted awake and immediately sat up.
Jiang Fuyue?!
What’s going on?!
The man held up his phone, expression slightly dumbfounded.
Until the voice on the other end.
“Xiao Shan? Xiao Shan? Are you listening?”
“…Oh! Yes! Go ahead!”
Jiang Fuyue repeated it patiently.
“…Call them, right? Okay, I’ll call now.”
He ended the call and first contacted the head of the security department, briefly explaining the situation. Then the security head called the main gate booth.
After finishing all that, Xiao Shan held the phone, still a bit dazed.
Jiang Fuyue called?
Asking him to personally get the gate to let her through?
This… what on earth is happening?
The key point.
He lit up his phone screen: 3:52 a.m.?
In the middle of the night… he was even more confused.
…
Over at the gate, the security guard was even more bewildered.
“Old Wang, hurry up and let her in! That’s Jiang Fuyue! Don’t you always talk about her? Calling her ‘Sister Yue’ all the time, saying she’s your daughter’s idol, constantly posting videos of her awards… and now she’s here in person, and you don’t recognize her?”
The guard was stunned, ears ringing, and didn’t catch what the leadership said next, only the words “It’s Jiang Fuyue” echoed in his mind.
Through the lowered car window, Jiang Fuyue smiled slightly: “Uncle, can I go in now?”
“…Ah?! Oh! Y-Yes!”
Of course! Absolutely!
He quickly hung up, fumbling to press the switch, even pressing the wrong one at first.
Finally, after much effort, the barrier was lifted.
He scratched his face apologetically, a little foolish: “Sorry…”
“No problem.”
“You… really are Jiang Fuyue? That genius scientist… who won… the Lancet Medical Award?!”
“My ID is here. Would you like to see it?” She gestured, offering it.
“Hehe…” The guard hurriedly waved his hands: “No need, no need! I finally see you in person! I’m so happy!”
“You’re new here, right?”
“Mm, just finished my first month. Actually…” He scratched his head awkwardly, “I came here because of you.”
“Me?”
“Yes! My daughter is your little fan. She’s always been good at math and is participating in that math competition this year! She said she admires you the most!”
“I only have a technical school education, not much culture, and can’t do those math problems. I can only encourage her mentally. So I thought, I should get closer to her idol. After all, what’s the difference between watching the gate here or elsewhere?”
So he came to Ming University.
Before, the father-daughter relationship wasn’t good. He didn’t know how to communicate, and the child was in a rebellious phase. They often argued.
“Now, every day after work, I tell her: Your idol just passed by the gate I’m guarding! And every time reporters try to get in for interviews, I stop them all…”
“She loves hearing about Ming University and your matters. Hearing it makes her very happy, and she says I’m the best dad!”
“If I tell her about tonight, I guarantee the little girl will jump up in excitement!”
Talking about his daughter, the uncle’s face was full of happiness.
“Oh! I rambled too much and wasted your time, really sorry. Hurry in!”
Jiang Fuyue glanced at the back seat, where a stack of materials was piled up, the competition problem sets Han Ting asked her for last time. Two copies had been printed: one Han Ting kept, and one left in her car, supposedly “just in case.”
Actually, it was for convenience when he wanted to call Jiang Fuyue to ask about solving methods, so he could easily reference the corresponding problem, hence leaving a copy in the car.
Unbeknownst to him, Jiang Fuyue knew the entire problem set by heart, from the content of the problems down to page numbers and serial numbers.
She reached to the back seat, took the materials, and handed them through the window to the guard: “This is an Olympiad math problem set. I organized all the problems myself. It’s for your daughter. I hope she achieves excellent results!”
The guard was overwhelmed with gratitude, repeatedly saying thank you. Before taking it, he instinctively wiped his hands on his clothes twice.
Soon, the car drove off.
The guard stood in place, holding the problem set, watching the car disappear from sight before lowering his gaze.
The night wind blew gently as he looked at the papers in his hands, dense problems he could not understand, treasured as if they were a treasure.
His daughter would be overjoyed!
…
Jiang Fuyue arrived at the laboratory and turned on her computer, beginning to construct the data analysis model.
The experimental data in Tosaki Kawashima’s paper was not only complex but also included cross-referencing, with several steps reused cyclically.
In such a case, verifying everything manually would be an enormous task, but using a computer program made it much easier.
Two hours later, the model was completed, and the sky began to lighten.
Next, the system would automatically load data, which would take about three hours. She used this time to rest in the lounge.
Three hours later, Jiang Fuyue returned to the computer and began importing Tosaki Kawashima’s first-phase clinical trial data.
…
From obtaining the paper, finding the direction, and taking action, Jiang Fuyue spent four full days.
During this time, she paid no attention to external doubts, let alone responding to them.
Unbeknownst to her, the outside world interpreted her silence as guilt. Many experts and scholars in R Country’s medical community began to mass attack her.
First was Watanabe Naotake, a famous surgeon and pharmacologist in R Country, and Tosaki Kawashima’s proudest student. He directly posted his dissatisfaction on social platforms, targeting Jiang Fuyue.
Once someone started, all the demons and monsters jumped out.
“This Jiang Fuyue deceived the entire world with her miracle drug!”
“The so-called miracle drug is just another poison.”
“Thank heavens! Luckily Professor Tosaki discovered the problem.”
“Maybe this is a big scam orchestrated by China, to harvest gratitude and admiration from F-continent countries. Truly shameless!”
“This kind of miracle drug, having it or not, using it or not, what difference does it make?”
“…”
At first, these voices were only within R Country, but soon, for reasons unknown, experts and scholars from M Country and C Country also got involved. Without verification or review, they openly sided with Tosaki Kawashima and attacked Jiang Fuyue through various channels.
Newspapers, magazines, social media platforms, even academic forums… all became battlegrounds for criticism.
Most terrifyingly, later on, even “their own people” in China began to join in, almost wishing to crush Jiang Fuyue.
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