Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

The next morning, the entire group continued their journey to Hebei. This time, they brought the same team from Yanshan. Old Sun and Wang Ling no longer needed wheelchairs and could walk slowly, although their hands and necks were still not very flexible, and their movements were somewhat stiff.

The original team was efficient; after breakfast, everyone prepared to set off.

Su Wanqing wondered if everyone would get tired of eating pork floss and omelet rice and golden naan for three days and nine meals a day. She would have to get a large batch of meat and vegetables and open two more blind boxes to give the people in the disaster area a change of pace.

Just then, there was a sudden commotion behind me.

This was at the airport, and they were preparing to board the plane. Zhou Yanshen immediately handed the child over to Uncle Ding and Ding Xiaomei, shielded Su Wanqing behind him, and Zhang Qiang and the other bodyguards instantly went on alert.

But then they saw a group of foreigners, mercenaries, and several domestic staff members nearly coming to blows, rushing towards them.

A young man, dressed in a well-tailored dark Zhongshan suit, with a tall and handsome figure, raised his hands and shouted in fluent English and Chinese, alternating between the two:

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! We mean no harm! I am Lu Mingxuan, Deputy Director-General of the Department of North American and Oceanian Affairs of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. This is Mr. Arendt Jr., who came all the way from the United States, along with his medical team and security personnel. We have official authorization and diplomatic notes. Please don't act yet; we're afraid we'll miss our flight if we rush over!"

The officer in charge of airport security standing nearby had a dark expression, his hand still on his holster:

"Why didn't you bring out the documents sooner? You all rushed at us in such a large, dark group; we almost opened fire!"

Lu Mingxuan, panting, explained as he pulled out the approval document:

"The hospital said the two patients had been discharged, but when we arrived, they were already gone. We found out they were flying to Hebei today, so we had to come to the airport. Mr. Arendt Jr. is an international friend who came to China specifically to donate a batch of medical equipment and medicines, just to meet the two patients who were said to have been cured of this rare disease."

The security personnel carefully checked the documents and then whispered to Secretary Zhou to confirm that it was indeed an international friend who had been specially approved to enter the country by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Secretary Zhou waved his hand at everyone:

"It's a misunderstanding. This is Lu Mingxuan, Deputy Director of the Department of American and Oceanian Affairs of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. This foreign guest was granted special permission to enter the country to visit Elder Sun and Comrade Wang Ling. There is no malicious intent on his part."

Lu Mingxuan straightened his collar, resuming his dignified and self-possessed demeanor.

He was only twenty-six years old, yet he was already the deputy director of the Department of American and Oceanian Affairs of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. He came from a prominent family, spoke three languages, and was usually arrogant and carried himself with a swagger. But at this moment, his eyes couldn't help but search through the crowd, his gaze sweeping over one person after another, his brows furrowing slightly.

Mr. Arendt Jr. was an American young man under thirty years old, with blond hair and blue eyes. He was tall and handsome, exuding the air of a Western aristocrat.

His complexion wasn't good; there were dark circles under his eyes from staying up all night traveling, and his lips were pale. Clearly, he hadn't had a good night's sleep in days.

He was surrounded by a group of mercenaries and expert doctors, a truly astonishing display of power. He searched back and forth in the crowd, his expression slowly shifting from anticipation to disappointment.

He already found the news unbelievable—once this disease takes hold, the patient becomes completely paralyzed, no different from a vegetable, so how could it possibly be cured?

Not to mention that after being cured, one can still travel by plane and travel hundreds of miles? This simply goes against medical common sense.

However, the papers published in international journals clearly stated in black and white that the data for both cases were complete and detailed. His father—the head of the Arendt family, the tycoon who once dominated the mining industry in Europe and America—was currently lying in a private hospital in the United States, his body covered in tubes, and the doctors had already issued three critical condition notices.

He was truly desperate, so he flew here as a last resort.

Seeing his expression, Lu Mingxuan explained in a low voice in English. Little Arend shook his head, then perked up and whispered a string of words to the doctor behind him.

The doctor stepped forward and asked in broken Chinese, "Excuse me, are Mr. Sun Zhiyuan and Ms. Wang Ling really here? We've read a paper in an international medical journal and would like to confirm the patient's recovery in person."

Upon hearing that they were being called, Mr. Sun and Wang Ling slowly emerged from the crowd.

Old Sun spoke first, his tone tinged with impatience: "Looking for us? Speak quickly, we're in a hurry to catch our flight."

Wang Ling nodded, while her mother whispered to her daughter with some envy, "Girl, look at Old Sun. He was treated later than you, but he speaks more fluently than you. You should practice speaking more."

Wang Ling smiled helplessly: "Old Sun scolds his students every day, so naturally his speech is very good."

Sun's students chimed in with laughter, "As long as our teacher recovers well, it doesn't matter if he scolds us every day."

Old Sun glared at him: "That's because you're all too stupid. You can't even remember the most basic neutron cross-section data. You're not as smart as a kid like Gu Zhixing."

Secretary Zhou introduced Lu Mingxuan and Little Arendt with a smile:

"This is Comrade Sun Zhiyuan, and this is Comrade Wang Ling, the two rare disease patients mentioned in the paper. After these days of treatment, they are able to walk again, as you can see, although their hands and necks are still not very flexible, and their movements are somewhat stiff. Do you two have any questions? We are indeed in a hurry, the plane won't wait."

Zhou Yanshen remained calm. "Airplanes don't wait for anyone?" Indeed, but as a pilot, he could wait for his wife.

Lu Mingxuan quickly translated the words. The two American doctors behind Little Arendt, as if they had seen a ghost, rushed forward, trembling as they touched Old Sun's wrists and neck, then checked Wang Ling's eyelids, repeatedly muttering, "Unbelievable...unbelievable..."

One of the older doctors suddenly turned to look at Lu Mingxuan and asked urgently in English:

"Is this really one of those rare diseases? The kind that the European tycoon, Mr. Arendt, had? And this man in front of me is that Chinese nuclear scientist?"

Professor Lin, standing to the side, was displeased and snorted coldly: "How could this be fake? The medical records, imaging data, and before-and-after treatment comparison data are all there. The paper in the international journal was compiled and published by us together, and every page has undergone rigorous proofreading. This is my student, Comrade Su Wanqing. She is the one who cured this rare disease."

The doctors and students around nodded in agreement.

The two American doctors came over and examined them carefully again. Finally, they looked at each other and had to nod in confirmation—the two people in front of them were indeed people who had survived that kind of terminal illness.

Seeing this, Secretary Zhou said, "Since you've already seen them, if there's anything else, we can discuss it in detail when we get back from Hebei. We need to rush to the disaster area now; time waits for no one." He knew that the other party was most likely there for medical treatment, but now was clearly not the time for a detailed discussion.