Chapter 371: Only My Method Chapter 371: Farming Divine Power (1)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Mornings at Jiangning University are forever accompanied by the clear sound of students reading aloud mixed with lascivious moans. This place is like a miniature society — the reading voices mask the moans; early risers yearn for nightlife, while students living the night life only hope for one good night's sleep...

Scholars sitting in the fresh-air grove smell the fishy scent left from last night, see pairs of mandarin ducks in their eyes, hear intimate tinkling laughter in their ears — those who can still study in such an environment are the true campus elites. Of course, most merely pretending to be elites are just campus cheerleaders who can't find their 'jade-like beauties'.

Chen Yi stretched lazily as he walked out of the library. His need for sleep had grown very weak; with the help of energy recovery potions, one or two hours of sleep a day was more than enough. Quiet nights, aside from reading, usually held nothing he absolutely had to do.

Liu Xinyu arrived on time with a bowl of tofu pudding, letting him sit on the library steps and eat it with fried dough sticks, before saying: "Yan Qi Masayoshi does indeed have connections with Jiangnan Shipyard. Two years ago he established ties with Party official Qiao Shan. Aside from gifting a few antiques, the main thing was securing two exam-free admission slots to the University of Tokyo. Qiao Shan's son and daughter both study at Tokyo University; word is they might go all the way to PhD."

"Tokyo University undergrad international students? Impressive." Chen Yi wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth and praised: "If those two kids of his are willing to return home, making Division Level is simple. With a bit of luck, they could take over his post before 40. Clean-background PhD students are even more impressive. Old man Yan Qi isn't giving money — he's giving official positions."

Liu Xinyu, deeply versed in domestic political circles, spoke softly: "Heard he has good relations with several Central leaders. Rumor has it after selling Jiangnan Shipyard, Qiao Shan might be transferred to a government department. Unofficial channels — due to age, his best prospect is serving one term as NPC Chairman."

The NPC and CPPCC are both members of the four leading bodies, on the same level as the Municipal Government and Municipal Party Committee. Though second-line, the entitled treatment is never lacking — assigned car and secretary, office plus residential villa. Occasionally there's a bit of minor authority; compared to enterprise heads, their influence only rises, never falls. Think about sending Chen Congyu to the CPPCC — it still required the All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce as a stepping stone, showing this isn't so easy.

Yan Qi Masayoshi toppling several Jiangnan Shipyard managers was something Chen Yi had long anticipated; it would've been strange if he hadn't. He asked casually: "Have they reached an agreement?"

Liu Xinyu shook her head gently, her twin peaks swaying with the motion, and said: "Unknown yet — it's only been a few days."

Chinese merchants and Japanese merchants operate the same way: if the return on investment in officials is high, they invest in officials; only if the return isn't high enough do they resort to legitimate transaction methods. Developed countries in Europe and America aren't more moral — they just have the Foreign Corrupt Practices Act.

What Yan Qi Masayoshi actually needs is a high-ranking Party official with authority to sell the shipyard, so what he offers is inevitably a promise. If Mr. Qiao Shan is cautious, he might demand some guarantees.

Chen Yi shrugged, tossed the bag into the trash bin, and said: "Keep digging. When Yan Qi Masayoshi puts forward a quote or a share swap, I need to know his offer."

"Certainly."

"Pay special attention to any news about the shipyard and the port — they have priors." Chen Yi's 'priors' referred to Song Yuan and Shi Tianlin. The former was likely an assassin hired by some side who ended up killing himself; Shi Tianlin had also asked others about seabed mud matters — in short, they couldn't be uninvolved.

Liu Xinyu gave a shallow laugh, thrust out her chest, and said: "Understood. You know where to find me."

Finished speaking, she blinked and left the library area. Liu Xinyu's main base was Chen Yi's dormitory; after long-term renovation, the place was fully equipped, safe and reliable. Ever since Jin Douna went to the West Continent, Liu Xinyu's life had returned to normal — she got her job back, and most importantly became a key member of the Martial Arts Hall, effectively holding the Deputy Hall Master position.

By comparison, only the Naked Bear could rival her, but he had to focus his main energy between the West Continent and Earth — precisely, managing the Jiangjing Storage Area and the Central Storage Area in Binjiang. Therefore, when Chen Yi wasn't at the Martial Arts Hall, Liu Xinyu could fully utilize the resources there.

Three monks have no water to drink; with two people it's much more convenient. Though they don't make music every night, Liu Xinyu's increasingly thin sleepwear indeed made life wonderful.

Chen Yi closed his eyes, reminiscing for two minutes, preparing to rise and head to the Martial Arts Hall, when he saw a group of girls surge out from the front, carrying large and small bags, looking very familiar.

Chen Yi looked carefully, then spotted Lin Yuan's figure among the girls.

"What's wrong?" He caught up to the girls in a few seconds and randomly asked someone.

The other party had no time to look at him, anxiously saying: "Lin Yuan's mother is hospitalized — we're all going to the hospital."

"Everyone?"

At least 20 people present.

"Send Lin Yuan first; the rest see what help they can give." The girl caught her breath, then noticed Chen Yi, hesitated, and asked: "Do you have a car? Can you take Lin Yuan first?"

"Fine. I'll go get the car."

The moment Chen Yi's words fell, that girl shouted: "Lin Yuan, there's a car."

Lin Yuan was dazed and distracted, caring for nothing else. When Chen Yi drove up, she followed without a word, not the slightest interest in speaking.

Three girls sat in the back, chattering away.

Chen Yi quickly understood the situation. Lin Yuan's mother had severe diabetes, bedridden year-round. In the past year, edema, anuria, and confusion appeared. Hospitalized, today sudden multi-organ failure occurred.

This is a complex complication or chronic disease with an extremely high mortality rate. Usually, patients with four-organ failure have 100% mortality; only a kidney transplant offers a chance of survival. Lin Yuan had long-term caregiving experience and knew this, which is why she cried in frantic despair — not a trace of her former heroic bearing remained.

Chen Yi sighed, floored the accelerator, and asked: "Found a transplant kidney?"

"The doctor says the current condition isn't suitable for transplant surgery." Same girl in the back answered.

Chen Yi gave a muffled "Mm," and kept the silence all the way to the hospital.

Lin's mother was already in the operating room. Quite a few relatives and friends had come — her father Lin Yuanhe and brother Lin Haitao were among them. Only now did Chen Yi recall that when the Martial Arts Hall was founded, he'd heard Lin's father organized people against demolition, and Lin Haitao had joined the Martial Arts Hall too — a family of very stubborn character.

But the Lin family could only wait anxiously outside. Lin Yuan dared not approach her family; left hand clutching her roommate, right hand unconsciously gripping Chen Yi, tightly locking his wrist with great force.

"Since last year, the Class Monitor has had to work part-time every day to earn money, trying to pay medical bills." The earlier girl explained softly to Chen Yi: "Her mother has factory medical insurance, but the factory's failing — reimbursement only once a year, and only 60% at that."

"Why?" Chen Yi had no factory experience.

The girl rolled her eyes and said: "The factory only reimburses 60%, and nutritional supplements and imported foreign drugs aren't covered — that's the rule. So the remaining 40% they have to raise themselves. The Lin family sold their house; fortunately her brother's income is decent."

Perhaps due to Chen Yi's handsome image, another girl added: "Lin Yuan's been having a hard time lately. She even entered the campus singer competition — just to earn a bit more money."

"Singer?"

"Winner gets 20,000 yuan, and she actually won." On this point, the girls were full of admiration, chattering away.

Only then did Chen Yi learn that Lin Yuan had not only organized various stage events before, but had stepped onto a bigger stage. The campus singer competition they mentioned was a large-scale event organized by CCTV. Lin Yuan won first in Jiangning City, second in Southeast Province. Though she stopped at the CCTV competition, she collected nearly 50,000 yuan in prize money total, temporarily solving the major financial crisis.

And while Lin Haitao was hardworking and strong-willed, his talent wasn't great; his salary obviously couldn't compare to the outstanding talents Chen Yi could remember by name.

The girl continued: "Heard a talent agency wants to sign Lin Yuan, but she wants to care for her mother..."

"Lin Yuan's been caring for her grandma since middle school. Her grandpa died very early." The girls discussed while explaining softly to Chen Yi: "Her grandpa was an oil worker — went to the western frontier and never came back. Mother and daughter relied on each other..."

Schools can't keep secrets, and Chen Yi never deliberately hid his identity, so news about him had long spread wildly — at least among the girls' circles it was legendary. Them explaining to him now was also to seek his help.

In their view, talking to the hospital director and inviting a few more skilled doctors would seem to solve the problem.

But Chen Yi knew multi-organ failure too well. Too many elderly die from this complication. Those revolutionaries of Grandpa's age, or even older, under the care of China's best doctors and the world's best medicines, ultimately couldn't escape the doom of organ failure. From a certain angle, surviving until organ failure already proves the doctors did their utmost.

Looking at Lin Yuan crying like a rain-soaked person, Chen Yi swiftly decided. He walked out of the surgery waiting area, immediately called the Jiangning City Health Bureau Chief, then found the expert group leader. While waiting for the hospital director, he changed clothes and washed his hands clean.

Next, all sides spent a few minutes communicating and verifying Chen Yi's identity, then watched with their own eyes as he walked into the ongoing operating room.

Facing simultaneous multi-organ failure, surgery is merely doing one's best and leaving the rest to fate. This was only because of the "martyr" family background. The chief surgeon was dealing with gastrointestinal bleeding, glanced at Chen Yi, and said: "Get out!"

"Right away." Chen Yi answered, but his steps didn't pause as he walked to the patient, placed his hand on her head, and silently activated "Bestowal".

This time, it was an instant blood loss of "15%".

In a split second, Chen Yi's mind went blank, only one thought: I must be humble and modest from now on.

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