Chapter 268 The Road of Life

Song Xiaoqiang's family of three took the high-speed train to Xiamen City, Fujian Province with visas.

In the high-speed rail station where people come and go, Song Xiaoqiang and his family are waiting for the train.

"Xiaoqiang, eat something." His wife took out a bag of steamed buns from her backpack and gave one to Song Xiaoqiang.

Song Xiaoqiang took the bun and looked at his daughter in his wife's arms. He touched his daughter's hair sadly and lovingly.

If he hadn't been selling blood and accidentally contracted AIDS, their family might now be living an ordinary life of daily necessities.

That kind of hopelessness, that feeling of being isolated from society, is something that people who don’t have AIDS cannot understand.

Now that AIDS can be treated, Song Xiaoqiang's despairing and numb heart began to throb again.

There is nothing more cherished than hope in despair. The joy of escaping from death fills Song Xiaoqiang's family at this moment.

At the high-speed rail station, the trains heading east are the road to new life for countless AIDS patients.

Around two o'clock in the afternoon.

Song Xiaoqiang's family got on the high-speed train to Xiamen.

The scenery outside the car window no longer seems gray, but becomes colorful.

For the first time, Song Xiaoqiang looked at the world so quietly.

"Dad, where are we going?"

His daughter's voice woke up Song Xiaoqiang, who was deep in thought. He touched his daughter's hair lovingly:

"Da Ya, be good. Dad will take you to see a doctor. Then you can play with other children."

"Really?" Da Ya suddenly started to look forward to it. As she grew up, Song Xiaoqiang and his wife had to force their daughter to stay at home in order to prevent her from infecting others.

Therefore, Da Ya could only often stay alone at home. The mottled window with anti-theft net was the only window through which she could observe the outside. Da Ya was often at the window, enviously watching other children playing.

At the most innocent age, I could only experience the world through a small window in a small room.

Song Xiaoqiang and his wife were very worried as they watched their daughter getting older. After all, she couldn't live her whole life without contact with outsiders. Once Da Ya knew that she had AIDS, she would be in despair.

"Of course it's true! Now you have to be obedient." Song Xiaoqiang said with red eyes.

"Yeah! Da Ya must be obedient." Da Ya nodded her little head quickly.

The wife hugged Da Ya tightly, and the child could play with other children. For this ignorant little girl, it turned out to be a luxury.

Song Xiaoqiang's family in the carriage is looking forward to the future with hope, while the high-speed rail train is still heading eastward.

…

"Have a dark beer."

A decadent middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes sat weakly next to the bar.

"You're not dead yet! A hundred people will kill Bob!" Old John, the bartender, joked.

"Shut your stinky mouth, or I'll turn your ass off," Bob said gloomily.

bump! Old John shrugged and placed a tall glass of stout in front of Bob.

Bob picked up the stout and drank most of it.

bump! call!

Looking at the decadent guy in front of him, Old John shook his head sadly. Suddenly he remembered seeing the New York Times in the morning and quickly went to find that newspaper.

Regarding Old John who left the bar inexplicably, Bob still drank by himself, showing expressions of hatred and random thoughts from time to time.

"Shet! Shit!"

"It must be Emily's bitchi!"

"I can't spare her, hiccup!"

After a while, Old John came back, but he had a crumpled newspaper in his hand. He walked up to Bob and he handed the newspaper to him.

Bob, who was drinking heavily, was startled by the sudden newspaper and was about to lose his temper.

"Look at the newspaper, page three."

"What are you doing? Old John!"

"You will know after you look at it. Remember to thank me."

Confused, Bob grabbed the newspaper and opened the third page.

[Galaxy Technology should disclose AIDS treatment technology to the world instead of choosing to monopolize it. ]

Seeing this title, Bob froze as if struck by lightning, and the time around him seemed to have stopped at this moment.

After a while, Bob woke up and flipped through it quickly and carefully. His concentration was comparable to that of a high school student rushing to take the college entrance examination. He was careful not to miss a letter.

The treatment time is 7 to 10 days, and the eradication of HIV can be completed. This technology uses a derivative of atomic manipulation technology to fundamentally treat AIDS through physical suppression and extraction. Currently, this technology still has certain side effects...

The treatment cost is 500,000 Chinese dollars/USD. This price is a discriminatory price for non-Eastern Tang people...

Bob doesn't care about any differential treatment or discrimination. The important thing is that AIDS can be cured. As for the $500,000, he can get it.

Now he just wants to fly to Dongdao immediately and remove the damn HIV from his body.

Ignoring the unfinished dark beer on the bar, he tightly packed the newspaper and hurried out of the bar.

Old John turned around and saw Bob's hurried back, and then looked at the unpaid stout:

"Damn it Bob, you haven't paid for your drink yet!"

"Come back! I'll give it to you tenfold!"

Bob ran away without looking back.

"Don't die!" Old John shouted.

"Old John, what's wrong with this rotten Bob!" an old regular customer asked in surprise.

"Haha! He went to find the true meaning of life." Old John took away the leftover stout from Bob on the bar.

"The true meaning of life?"

“Is there any cure for AIDS?”

"belch!"

"I heard that people from Eastern Tang Dynasty developed AIDS treatment technology." Old John explained while cleaning the cup.

"real or fake?"

"Is the technology of the Eastern Tang Dynasty reliable?"

"If this is true, then the inventor of this technology can win this year's Dynamite Medicine Prize."

"Perhaps it was invented by the Sun People. After all, they look similar. Maybe the reporter made a mistake."

Old John smiled and shook his head and said, "I don't know if I can win the dynamite award, but this technology was indeed invented by people from the Eastern Tang Dynasty. There is no way the New York Times would make such a low-level mistake."

…

Bob hurried home and borrowed some money from his parents and brother, adding up to more than $600,000.

He quickly turned on the computer and checked the process of going to treatment to see if there were any restrictions.

What the hell? Why do you need to go to Tianhan Group to apply for a visa to Dongdao? Isn’t this the job of the embassy?

In fact, more than one person complained like this. It was their first time encountering a strange existence like the Galaxy Consortium. It was a company that contracted all the affairs of a region. It sounded very awesome.

Fortunately, Tianhan Group has a branch in New York. Bob quickly copied down the address. With excitement and hope, he didn't sleep all night.

If a guy like Bob has a mine at home, he is too excited to sleep now.

So those guys who don't have a knife in their pockets are desperate and crazy at this moment.

After all, if everyone is hopeless, then they can still have a psychological balance, but now those rich people can buy their lives with money, but they can only wait to die at home.

Human beings are not worried about scarcity but inequality. In this case, it would be strange that they are not crazy.

There are already many poor AIDS patients gathering to prepare for demonstrations.

Tianhan Group's branches around the world have received numerous letters of request. Many human rights organizations and charitable foundations are also lobbying Tianhan Group, hoping that Tianhan Group can open up its technology or reduce treatment costs. .

For these sago ghosts who like double standards, Tianhan Group has a direct sentence: Enterprises need to make profits, please respect intellectual property rights.

At the same time, Tianhan Group also uses Zhong's ability to set the pace on the Internet around the world.

Aren't you a high-welfare country? You can ask your parliamentarians to approve money to subsidize AIDS patients!

Although network supervision in various countries has taken action to block these rhythmic information, the problem is that artificial intelligence cannot contain it at all.

Anyway, the faces of various countries are as ugly as they are now.