webnovelfull Chapter 1454 A Great Plan
Chapter 1454 A Great Plan
Faced with the burning doubt and inquiry in Jiang Ling's eyes, Chen Jun simply leaned back on the sofa, his expression as calm as ever, as if discussing the weather rather than a medical revolution concerning billions of lives. He picked up the slightly cool teacup on the table, took a sip, and then slowly spoke, his voice steady and devoid of any emotion:
“Actually, the idea isn’t complicated.” He placed the teacup back on the coffee table, making a slight clinking sound. “I can’t, and don’t need to, promise to cure every late-stage cancer patient—that’s neither scientific nor beyond the boundaries of current knowledge. But by using the pharmacological principles I’ve mastered, combined with proven traditional Chinese medicine conditioning and rehabilitation processes, I believe it’s possible to significantly slow the rate of disease progression, significantly alleviate patient suffering, and significantly improve the quality of life with cancer, and even the probability of long-term recovery…”
He paused, his gaze drifting to the window, seemingly fixed on the sycamore tree swaying gently in the evening breeze, or perhaps piercing through time to witness the impending reaction in the laboratory. "Through treating my father-in-law's case and cross-validating ancient remedies with modern pharmacology, I've developed a relatively complete theoretical framework and practical approach. Old Jiang, your arrival is simply a way for me to bring this idea out of my head and onto the table."
Chen Jun spoke these words casually, as if stating an existing objective fact rather than a groundbreaking idea that could revolutionize modern cancer treatment.
However, to Jiang Ling, this was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky! He had only held onto a sliver of hope, hoping that Chen Jun might share some unique treatment experience or provide guidance on certain key aspects. He never imagined that Chen Jun would offer such a systematic, pragmatic, yet ambitious solution—not a vague "miracle," but a method that could be replicated, promoted, and genuinely benefit countless terminally ill patients!
"Holy crap!" Jiang Ling sprang up from the sofa, the movement so violent that he nearly knocked over the teacup in front of him. His eyes were wide open, and the muscles in his face trembled slightly with extreme excitement; where was the usual composure and coldness of the National Security Bureau chief? He slapped his thigh hard, making a sharp "smack," and his voice changed tone:
"Xiao Chen! My good brother! If you can really pull this off... you're not just a miracle doctor, you're a living bodhisattva! A savior for cancer patients all over the world! A giant who will be written into the history of human medicine!"
He paced back and forth in the living room, his leather shoes clicking rapidly on the floor.
"You have no idea! Late-stage cancer, especially in the terminal stage, is an excruciating pain... It's like torture! It's even more persistent and more devastating than the notoriously intense pain of childbirth! Many patients don't die from the spread of cancer cells, but from the excruciating pain! Even the most extreme painkillers are useless!"
He whirled around, waving his hands wildly in the air as if trying to grasp at that unseen hope: "Your idea can alleviate the illness, reduce the pain, and improve the quality of life... This can't be described as 'important' anymore, it's fucking 'great'! It's true compassion! It's many times more meritorious than simply curing one person!"
Seeing Jiang Zemin so excited that he was rambling incoherently and even frequently spouting "national essence," Chen Jun remained calm. Only after Jiang calmed down a bit did he add calmly, "Jiang Zemin, don't get too excited yet. Ideas are one thing, but to put them into practice, a lot of things are needed."
He held up his fingers, listing them one by one: "First, we need a dedicated pharmaceutical laboratory that meets the highest biosafety standards, is equipped with state-of-the-art equipment, and is completely confidential. Second, the supply of relevant medicinal materials, especially some rare and specific-year materials, must be stable and of absolutely reliable quality. Third, I certainly can't do it alone; I need a lean, reliable team of assistants with considerable pharmaceutical or medical backgrounds."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ling showed no sign of distress; instead, he burst into laughter, a loud laugh filled with unbridled joy and certainty. He sat back down on the sofa, leaning forward and lowering his voice, but the excitement in his words was undeniable:
"Haha! Little Chen, let me tell you the truth! Before I came to see you, the big shots at the top had already held a special meeting and given the highest instructions: as long as Comrade Chen Jun is willing to contribute his wisdom and ability in the field of medicine, the country will unconditionally provide all the necessary resources! Money if needed, personnel if needed, land if needed, confidentiality, security, logistics... all aspects will be guaranteed at the highest level! We are just waiting for you, Comrade Chen Jun, to say the word!"
He stared intently at Chen Jun, his meaning crystal clear: everything is ready, except for you, the right opportunity.
Upon hearing this, Chen Jun's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, revealing a knowing yet helpless bitter smile. Sure enough! The "passing through the East China Sea and stopping by to visit my father-in-law" excuse was all just that—an excuse! This old Jiang clearly came with a "royal sword" and a complete plan! He was just waiting for Chen Jun to give in.
He truly lives up to his reputation as an "underground king of hell" with an intelligence background. He's calculated everything so meticulously that even the conditions he might propose have already been discussed and countermeasures discussed by his superiors.
He cursed Jiang Ling inwardly as an "old fox," but Chen Jun felt no displeasure. On the contrary, he sensed a profound trust and a grand sense of responsibility that transcended the individual from Jiang Ling and the power he represented. What they valued was not just Chen Jun as a person, but the hope he could bring—a hope that could potentially change the fate of countless people.
Jiang Ling's mood at this moment was even more joyful than during the New Year. Before he came, he had been under considerable pressure. The higher-ups had made their stance clear: they must do everything in their power to secure Chen Jun's support and transform his medical skills into a valuable asset for the nation and its people. However, they also knew perfectly well that with Chen Jun's current status and position—the key figure of the special forces base, the president of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, the chief designer of the nation's core weapons, the director of the Strategic Security Bureau… any one of these titles alone would be enough to intimidate a powerful figure. Who could force him to do something he didn't want to do? Who could "assign him a task"? The fact that he was able to personally save his father-in-law was already an unexpected bonus, but no one was confident that he would devote his precious time and energy to the development of the system's pharmaceutical solutions.
Jiang Ling was even mentally prepared for a long and arduous struggle, like the story of "three visits to the thatched cottage" (a metaphor for persistent efforts). He knew Chen Jun's character well: low-key, pragmatic, dislikes ostentation, and abhors being morally coerced or driven by administrative orders.
To everyone's surprise, things went much more smoothly than expected! Chen Jun not only didn't shirk responsibility, but instead proactively proposed a grand plan that was highly constructive and feasible! This wasn't just cooperation; it was practically him taking the lead!
The word "great" resonated once again in Jiang Ling's heart. His gaze towards Chen Jun held not only the closeness of an old friend, but also boundless admiration.
So, the director of the State Security Bureau unceremoniously enjoyed a sumptuous dinner at Chen Jun's home. During the meal, he chatted and laughed, frequently toasting An Qiang and his wife, completely unlike his usual stern self. It wasn't until late at night that he finally took his leave, satisfied and with light steps.
As soon as Jiang Ling left Chen Jun's residential compound and got into his ordinary-looking black sedan, the smile on his face vanished, replaced by the calm and sharp demeanor he wore when working. He closed the car windows, checked the soundproofing, and then quickly dialed a top-secret number.
The call was answered almost instantly.
Jiang Ling skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the core of his conversation with Chen Jun in the most concise language: Chen Jun agreed to lead the research and development of anti-cancer drugs and comprehensive therapies, and had already put forward preliminary plans and resource requirements.
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. But Jiang Ling could clearly hear that the breathing coming from the receiver had become slightly heavier.
After a long silence, a deep and powerful voice slowly rang out, each word seemingly carrying immense weight:
"The nation's sharpest weapon...this is truly the nation's sharpest weapon..."
The voice repeated the praise twice.
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The next morning, as dawn broke, Chen Jun rose early as usual and first gave his father-in-law, An Qiang, a thorough physical examination, confirming that his recovery was progressing well and all indicators were steadily improving. An Qiang, with a ruddy complexion, even felt more energetic than before he fell ill after practicing a set of Tai Chi.
After breakfast, Chen Jun changed into casual clothes and prepared to go out. As agreed with Jiang Ling yesterday, he was going to the hospital arranged by Jiang Ling today to begin preliminary preparations and initial experiments.
Of course, the destination wasn't the Donghai City First People's Hospital, which was currently besieged by global media and patients seeking medical treatment. Jiang Ling, being meticulous, arranged for another military hospital with a secluded location, tight security, and equally top-notch research facilities. The specific address was only sent to Chen Jun's dedicated mobile phone this morning via encrypted message.
Jiang Ling insisted on sending a special car and personnel from the National Security system to pick him up, but Chen Jun flatly refused. Firstly, he was used to keeping a low profile and disliked making a big fuss; secondly, he had his own bodyguards and was safe.
As Chen Jun stepped out of the residential compound, a seemingly ordinary but heavily armored black SUV was already parked quietly under the shade of a tree by the roadside. Upon seeing Chen Jun emerge, the driver's side door immediately opened, and a tall, agile young man with sharp, eagle-like eyes nimbly jumped out – it was his personal bodyguard captain, Xu Zhengyang.
Xu Zhengyang strode up to Chen Jun and nodded slightly: "Good morning, sir." He then turned and opened the back door of the car, his posture respectful and professional.
"Good morning." Chen Jun nodded and got into the car. The car was clean and tidy, with fresh air and a comfortable temperature.
Xu Zhengyang returned to the driver's seat, fastened his seatbelt, and started the vehicle. The engine emitted a deep, pleasant roar, and the car smoothly glided into the morning traffic.
"Sir, shall we go directly to the address you received?" Xu Zhengyang asked, looking straight ahead.
“Yes, it’s a hospital. I promised Director Jiang I would go there to do some preliminary work on drug development.” Chen Jun leaned back in the comfortable back seat, closing his eyes to rest.
"Yes, sir," Xu Zhengyang replied, skillfully maneuvering the steering wheel. He glanced quickly at Chen Jun's calm profile in the rearview mirror, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.
As Chen Jun's personal bodyguard, Xu Zhengyang witnessed almost the entire "miracle" of Chen Jun's treatment of his father-in-law. The unbelievable speed of the surgery, the mysterious medicinal baths and drugs, the astonishing effect of making a late-stage pancreatic cancer patient "rejuvenate" in just two weeks... each step challenged Xu Zhengyang's understanding. He knew that the leader he was protecting was a giant in the military and technological fields, but he never imagined that such astonishing "miracle skills" were hidden in the medical field as well!
Being able to serve as a bodyguard for such a legendary figure filled Xu Zhengyang with an immense sense of honor and responsibility. He was always on high alert during every mission.
However, despite his admiration, his concerns were also genuine. While waiting at a red light, Xu Zhengyang couldn't help but speak again, his tone sincere: "Sir, your position is far too important; one move affects the whole situation. Developing drugs is certainly a meritorious deed, but the process will undoubtedly be time-consuming and laborious… I think you should take better care of your health and not do everything yourself. After all… your main responsibilities and expertise aren't entirely in the medical field."
He spoke these words cautiously, yet they were full of concern.
Chen Jun, who had been resting with his eyes closed, twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth. He opened his eyes, looked at the rapidly receding street scene outside the window, and sighed softly: "Zhengyang, I understand what you mean. But sometimes, when you reach this position and have this ability, some responsibilities are unavoidable. But don't worry, this time I'm only responsible for determining the core drug formula and key process flow for the first phase, and building the basic theoretical framework and experimental model. Once things are looking promising, the specific optimization, testing, and even the subsequent production standard setting will be handled by a professional team."