Chapter Nine: Battling a Terminal Illness!

The day after being diagnosed with a terminal illness.

Lin Qiye arrived at his laboratory as usual.

News spread swiftly.

The entire lab already knew Lin Qiye was afflicted with an incurable disease.

The students pursed their lips, their eyes dull and heavy, the atmosphere suffocating.

Lin Qiye was a good professor, a good mentor!

If you chose a research topic, he would guide you a hundred times, until you fully understood the experiment and achieved scientific results.

He was the most beloved doctoral advisor in the entire Summer Science University.

Students scrambled to be his assistants.

His lectures were packed, with students even sitting in the aisles.

Yet—

Such an outstanding and captivating Professor Lin, only seventeen years old, had contracted the world’s only known case of this terminal illness.

The students in the lab gazed at Lin Qiye with pained, reddened eyes.

Their hearts ached, misery written across their faces.

“Professor… you…”

“Professor…”

Qin Xia bit her lip, fury simmering beneath her sadness.

Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow: “Get back to work. I’m not so easily defeated. Just a terminal illness, nothing more.”

“Oh, Qin Xia, your acupuncture electrochemical therapy method is excellent.”

He praised her, then retrieved Qin Xia’s thesis from the filing cabinet.

“If used properly, this technique can keep the disease confined to the bone marrow. Once a day, stay healthy.”

Lin Qiye smiled.

He began designing a treatment plan.

According to his projections, he would need to find a senior traditional medicine doctor familiar with the human acupoints to perform acupuncture on every point of his body.

Then, using the electrodes on the needle tips, he would microelectrolyze hydrogen gas, followed by live hydrogen therapy.

The process was green and safe.

While it couldn’t fully cure the symptoms, it could prolong the progression from mid to late stages.

In other words, it could extend his life.

With this in mind,

Lin Qiye thought rapidly as he entered the plan into his documents.

Behind him,

Professor Yuan had been quietly standing for a long time.

Once Lin Qiye finished, Professor Yuan gently patted his head.

Then, holding a bank card with utmost care, he pressed it firmly into Lin Qiye’s hand, leaving no room for refusal.

“Child, treating a terminal illness requires a lot of money. I sold my house for six million. Take it for your treatment!”

Lin Qiye stood frozen, unable to find words.

Professor Yuan was forty-three.

In this era of soaring housing prices, to sell his home without hesitation to fund a student’s treatment—he truly regarded Lin Qiye as his own son.

Such affection could not be more sincere.

Lin Qiye’s eyes grew moist.

“Professor, it’s really not necessary. I have money.”

“You spend all your time in the lab—how much could you have? Take it!” Professor Yuan scolded, gripping his hand harder.

Lin Qiye understood he had to convince Professor Yuan.

Otherwise, he would have to accept the six million from the sale of Yuan’s house today.

Lin Qiye’s nose stung with emotion.

“Professor, I truly don’t lack money. Three years ago, I casually invested in a new industry and made some fortune—not much, about two hundred to three hundred billion.”

As he spoke,

Lin Qiye opened an electronic file, showing Professor Yuan the shareholding structure and daily operations of the most popular domestic short video app.

Lin Qiye’s shareholding was as high as seventy-two percent. The entire group was under his command; others could only make suggestions or execute plans.

Professor Yuan was stunned, his gaze sweeping over Lin Qiye as if seeing him for the first time.

“You casually made a little money and ended up with two hundred billion?!”

Lin Qiye nodded slightly: “Yes, I can cash out two hundred billion at any time. So… even if I spend ten billion a year on treatment, I can last twenty years. Besides, I can always earn another two hundred billion.”

He spoke easily, returning the bank card to Professor Yuan, his tone carrying a hint of gentle reproach.

“I told you, have faith in me. And you…”

“Well, in a while, I’ll buy you a villa.”

Upon hearing this,

Professor Yuan opened his mouth, clutching the card, his heart aching yet relieved.

“Child, you will get better! You must get better.”

Lin Qiye patted Professor Yuan’s back.

“Don’t worry. Go to class.”

Professor Yuan breathed out, leaving the laboratory.

Watching him depart, Lin Qiye immediately called home.

“Don’t sell the house! Don’t sell the house! Don’t sell the house! I’ve earned two hundred billion for treatment, don’t do anything rash!”

Father and Mother Lin exchanged looks, their plan to sell the house for treatment temporarily shelved.

“Dear child, where did you get two hundred billion?”

Lin Qiye: “If you don’t believe me, I’ll prove it when I come home tonight. Or call Professor Yuan for confirmation. Just don’t sell the house!”

He exhorted them firmly.

Father and Mother Lin nodded emphatically.

“Alright, we trust you. We won’t sell the house for now, only if we need money.”

With this,

Lin Qiye sighed in relief.

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In the following three days,

Lin Qiye began implementing his own treatment plan.

First, acupuncture electrochemical therapy to kill mutated cells.

Second, through precise dietary adjustments, he altered his intestinal flora, maximizing inhibition of the illness’s progression in his body. (As described in Lin Qiye’s thesis.)

Third, based on the serine therapy approach for p53-deficient tumors, he sought an active substance to suppress the disease’s generation within himself. (Also from his thesis.)

Multiple strategies.

A comprehensive blockade against the terminal illness.

A week later.

At Lin Qiye’s custom private health center.

On the treatment bed,

Lin Qiye stripped himself bare, his body studded with fine silver needles.

Even his finger joints had needles.

Each needle was precisely inserted near the bone marrow at key acupuncture points.

The medical staff were nervous, carefully maneuvering the minimally invasive electrolytic device to begin electrolysis.

Lin Qiye felt his whole body tingle and swell.

It was as if someone had brushed sensitive spots with a goose feather—an unbearable itch.

Yet,

As the electrolysis continued, his body grew comfortable and even a bit drowsy.

Two hours later.

The first acupuncture electrochemical therapy was complete.

CT imaging showed that all mutated cells near Lin Qiye’s bone marrow had been eliminated, with no risk of spreading through his body for the time being.

The doctor was excited: “Professor Lin, it worked, it really worked! Though it’s not a cure, at least it won’t spread to other areas. If you keep suppressing it like this, maybe it will never erupt!”

“You truly are the man destined to lead humanity in conquering cancer.”

The doctor was full of admiration.

Lin Qiye dressed and breathed out deeply.

“I don’t feel any adverse effects for now.”

“But I suspect, as the illness progresses, the mutated cells will replicate faster. By then, it might be difficult to manage.”

“Besides, the mutated cells are constantly siphoning my nutrients to replicate. Each treatment is like cutting a piece of flesh from me.”

“I must replenish nutrients scientifically. Otherwise, I won’t last long.”

Lin Qiye did not underestimate his foe.

Instead, he quickly refined his life-extension plan based on the first treatment.

Two months later.

Upon re-examination,

Though the situation in his bone marrow had worsened, there were no mutated cells in his blood or other tissues.

Five months after diagnosis, the proliferation rate of mutated cells in his bone marrow accelerated, and his condition should have collapsed.

Yet, it remained under control.

However,

Once-daily acupuncture electrochemical therapy was no longer enough to kill all the spreading mutated cells.

He had to do it twice a day, morning and evening.

Meanwhile,

His nutrient intake and the consumption by the mutated cell colony gradually balanced.

Lin Qiye’s body grew steadily weaker.

But—

Only two months remained before he would reach the limits of human endurance!

Lin Qiye began using IV drips, delivering nutrients in the most direct way.

Yet,

The mutated cell colony was indeed malignant.

Of the nutrients infused each day, half were seized by the mutated cells.

The rest of his body could only sip the leftovers.

Lin Qiye began to grow thin.

His skin at the acupuncture sites developed bruises.

Each treatment brought intense pain.

The doctors were starting to panic.

“What should we do? What should we do? Professor Lin, your terminal illness is so stubborn! If it were any other cancer, it could be controlled, but yours is like a ferocious tiger.”

Their voices trembled.

When reporting to Lin Qiye, their anxiety was palpable.

At that moment,

Only two months remained before Lin Qiye would reach the limits of human endurance!

Lin Qiye exhaled deeply, his gaze as bright as ever.

“Don’t be afraid. My research institute should have new results soon…”