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

Lu Mingxuan translated absentmindedly, but his gaze kept drifting towards Su Wanqing.

He had heard from people in the circle that an extraordinary person had come to the capital. Not only was her medical skill superb, but she also donated grain, supplies, and technology. Even the Academy of Agricultural Sciences owed her a huge favor.

He was well-informed because these matters were inextricably linked to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs—it was this Ms. Su Wanqing who single-handedly saved the country an astronomical amount of foreign exchange.

In previous years, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs had to beg and plead to buy equipment from the Soviet Union and technology from the United States. The meager foreign exchange reserves they had to use to buy seeds, grain, and machinery were stretched thin.

But this year, there's no need to buy seeds, no need to buy technology, and not even fighter jet materials. He glanced at her again and felt that Su Wanqing's confident and composed demeanor surpassed all the other young ladies from prominent families he knew.

After absentmindedly translating the words, Old Sun became displeased:

"These foreigners keep asking questions, why won't they believe me? Old Lin, show them all those photos and medical records! Let them compare what I looked like then and what I look like now. Thanks to Dr. Su, she got this old man walking again in just a few days. She's a miracle doctor in China!"

Professor Lin immediately took out more detailed before-and-after photos and pathology data from his briefcase. Lu Mingxuan took them and translated and explained them one by one. Little Arendt held the photos and compared them repeatedly with the faces of Old Sun and Wang Ling. The more he looked, the more alarmed he became, and the last trace of doubt vanished.

The person in the photo was covered in tubes, emaciated, and lying in bed looking almost like a dead man—exactly like his father now.

He quickly flipped through the dates and recovery records, his voice trembling: "To recover like this in less than ten days...that's amazing, amazing..."

He turned sharply to Su Wanqing, his azure eyes filled with fervent anticipation:

"Dr. Su, my father is in the same situation, and his condition is very critical. He can only be kept alive by machines every day. He was given the latest special medicine from the United States, and he did improve at first, but his condition deteriorated rapidly in less than a week. Now no one knows how much longer he can hold on."

"Could you please go to the United States to treat him? Rest assured, everyone, as long as you are willing to go, regardless of whether he can be cured in the end, as long as you can extend his life, I will personally donate a batch of rare minerals and thirty million US dollars in foreign exchange to your country. Of course, your medical fees will be calculated separately; you will absolutely not be shortchanged."

He spoke quickly and urgently, his palms slightly sweaty. He knew what China needed most right now, and the Arendt family happened to control those resources. This was his confidence, his bargaining chip. He knew all too well the sincerity this country could offer in order to earn foreign exchange.

Thirty million US dollars in foreign exchange could get China to do anything for him.

Upon hearing "rare minerals" and "30 million US dollars," the eyes of those around them lit up.

Lu Mingxuan raised an eyebrow slightly, unable to suppress his surprise.

Thirty million US dollars plus rare minerals—this is a heavyweight offer in any diplomatic setting. He subconsciously glanced at Su Wanqing, only to find her expression indifferent, as if listening to something utterly ordinary. He felt she was too calm, yet a vague, inexplicable feeling arose within him—did this woman even know how much the offer was? Why did she seem completely unconcerned about these things?

Lu Mingxuan curled the corners of his lips and reminded him, "Comrade Su, these conditions are quite generous. Minerals plus thirty million US dollars—we might not be able to buy them even with foreign exchange reserves. The country is currently in dire need of this batch, so if you're willing, it would be a rare opportunity."

Su Wanqing didn't care about the money; what she wanted was to make some demands.

Secretary Zhou frowned and interrupted directly: "This is Comrade Su Wanqing's personal matter. Sending her abroad involves serious security issues, and the higher-ups probably won't approve it. We can't let Comrade Su take such a risk for these things."

Lu Mingxuan turned his head, somewhat anxious:

"Secretary Zhou, you only went to see a doctor and you got so much in return. Do you know how long these mineral resources have been blocked from us? How much foreign exchange are we short? We who work in diplomacy know best how difficult things are for the country right now."

If it were me, I would use all my medical skills to do this. Forget about the dangers; even if it meant going through fire and water, I wouldn't utter a single word of refusal.

He paused, his gaze unconsciously sweeping towards Su Wanqing, his tone softening slightly, "I just think that if Comrade Su is willing, it would be a tremendous good thing for the country. Of course, whether she is willing or not is up to her to decide."

Secretary Zhou remained silent, calmly pulling a document from his briefcase—the very same list of Su Wanqing's contributions that the marshal had ordered drafted yesterday. He handed it to Lu Mingxuan:

"Deputy Director Lu, please take a look at this first before we discuss it further."

Lu Mingxuan took the document, glanced at it, and his breathing became rapid.

He knew that Su Wanqing had saved the country a lot of foreign exchange, but he didn't know that any item on the list was a national strategic asset that could make the Americans furious.

Fighter jets, radar, supercomputers, aero engines, the entire titanium industry chain, plus the latest donation of millions of tons of grain and cooked food… He gasped. Compared to all this, little Arendt's chips were nothing.

He slowly raised his head, and when he looked at Su Wanqing again, the expression in his eyes changed completely—shock, admiration, and an overwhelming surge of emotion.

He had grown up in Kyoto, where his father held a high position of power, and he himself had risen to the rank of deputy director at a young age, having seen many grand occasions. But Su Wanqing was the first person who could inspire such deep respect in him.

He clutched the document, feeling an indescribable sense of shame. When he spoke again, his voice was several decibels lower: "I was too talkative just now. Dr. Su has done so much for the country. If she were to encounter danger abroad, no one could bear the consequences."

He finally understood why this woman didn't even blink at tens of millions of dollars—she had already saved the country billions.

While the two were still saying they couldn't let Su Wanqing take the risk, Su Wanqing herself had already become interested.

She turned to look at little Arendt, her tone light:

"May I ask where your father is now? What's his exact address? If I go there, will the visa and other documents be easy to obtain? Also, if I'd like to visit other places along the way and do some business, could you accompany me the whole time?"

Su Wanqing also had her own thoughts.

She had originally planned to go abroad with Zhou Yanshen and the National Security personnel, secretly smuggling some things along the way.

But with the current tense relationship between China and the US, and eyes and ears everywhere, what if the US keeps dropping things every now and then... cough cough, to be honest, Su Wanqing still has some bottom line in China, but abroad, she'll take whatever she can get for free and never send it back. So if it causes a stir, leading to searches and arrests, they could use that as an excuse to frame her with a trumped-up charge...

That's what you call a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse.