Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

- Business Line:

In the top floor conference room of the group's headquarters, which is soaring into the sky and has a modern glass curtain wall, the atmosphere is as heavy as the depression before a storm. Jiang Ciyou is wearing a neatly tailored black suit, her hair is neatly tied behind her head, and her face under the delicate makeup is a bit tired. At this moment, she is sitting at the head of the conference table, surrounded by the core scientific research team and senior management of the group.

The projector on the conference table cast a blue light, illuminating everyone's focused and slightly nervous faces. On the big screen, a detailed report on the AI ​​system for early cancer screening that the group spent several years and invested huge amounts of money to develop was displayed. The head of R&D stood up and tapped the screen with the pointer in his hand, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "Mr. Jiang, after countless clinical trials and repeated optimizations, our AI system for early cancer screening has finally passed FDA certification! This means that it has reached the world's top level in terms of accuracy, safety, and innovation. It can detect abnormalities in the very early stages of cancer and gain precious treatment time for patients, which will rewrite the global cancer diagnosis and treatment landscape!"

Warm applause instantly broke out in the conference room, and Jiang Ciyou's eyes also flashed with relief and pride. She stood up, gently pressed down with both hands, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then spoke calmly: "This is the result of our entire team's unremitting efforts over the years, and every colleague involved has made an indelible contribution. But I believe that the advancement of science and technology should not only serve a few people, and everyone is equal in the face of life." She paused slightly, and looked around the audience with a firm gaze, "So, I decided to provide this technology to developing countries for free, so that more people can benefit from our scientific research results, and let the light of hope illuminate those corners shrouded in the haze of cancer."

This statement was like a bombshell, triggering a small discussion. Some people looked embarrassed, after all, this involved huge cost investment and gave up considerable commercial profits; others nodded slightly, their eyes full of admiration for Jiang Ciyou's decision. But Jiang Ciyou had made up her mind, and she began to deploy the subsequent promotion plan in detail, from technical training to equipment donations, every link was carefully considered.

The press conference was held in the large exhibition hall downstairs of the group's headquarters. The scene had already gathered media reporters from all over the world, with cameras everywhere. Jiang Ciyou appeared elegantly in a white dress. The simple design could not hide her powerful aura from inside out. She walked lightly onto the podium, and a promotional video of the AI ​​system for early cancer screening was playing on the huge screen behind her.

Facing the flashing spotlights in the audience, Jiang Ciyou began to introduce this great invention. Her voice was clearly heard in every corner through the microphone: "In this era of rapid technological development, we have the responsibility to make the fruits of innovation benefit more people. Cancer, a disease that has plagued mankind for many years, has taken away too many precious lives. Today, our AI system for early cancer screening is like a beacon in the darkness. It can accurately detect the traces of cancer and allow patients to be treated before it is too late..."

Just as she was talking about the key point, her body suddenly went limp, and the scene in front of her began to blur and spin. She subconsciously reached out to hold the podium, trying to steady herself, but her legs could no longer support her and she slowly fell down. There was an uproar in the audience, and reporters stood up one after another, and screams resounded throughout the exhibition hall. The staff quickly rushed to the stage, and the scene fell into chaos. The ambulance arrived quickly, and Jiang Ciyou was rushed to the hospital.

- Family Line:

Lu Zhixia, who is studying in a foreign country, is concentrating on making the final adjustments to the semi-finished dress on the model in a sunny design studio in Paris. The needle and thread in her hands shuttle up and down, like a smart dancer, incorporating her unique understanding of fashion and beauty into every stitch and thread. The cell phone rang abruptly, breaking the tranquility of the studio. Seeing that the caller ID showed the number at home, she had an ominous premonition in her heart, and hurriedly put down the needle and thread and answered the phone. On the other end of the phone, her father Lu Jingchen's low and slightly hoarse voice came: "Zhixia, your mother is ill, the situation is very critical, you hurry back." Lu Zhixia felt a buzzing in her head, the phone in her hand almost slipped, and her eyes instantly turned red. She didn't bother to pack up, and after a brief explanation to her tutor, she went straight to the airport.

On the plane, Lu Zhixia was extremely anxious and couldn't stop crying. She remembered that every time she was sick as a child, her mother would always stay by her bedside, feed her medicine gently, and tell her warm stories to coax her to sleep. Now that her mother is sick, she is far away, and her heart is full of self-blame and worry, which overwhelms her like a tide.

At the same time, Lu Chengyan was on the training ground of the military academy, doing high-intensity physical training with an upright posture. Sweat soaked his military uniform, slid down his cheeks, and evaporated instantly when it dripped on the hot ground. As soon as the instructor's whistle fell, he heard the rapid vibration of his mobile phone. Seeing that it was a call from his father, his heart tightened, and a bad premonition came to his mind. When the call was connected and he learned that his mother was ill, his face turned pale instantly. He saluted the instructor, briefly explained the situation, and then rushed back to the dormitory to pack his luggage. Along the way, his mother's smile kept appearing in his mind, and those warm times spent together have now become memories that hurt his heart. He secretly vowed to return to his mother as soon as possible and protect her.

Lu Zhixia and Lu Chengyan arrived at the hospital almost at the same time. They met at the door of the ward, their eyes full of anxiety and fatigue. Lu Chengyan hugged his sister and comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, Mom will be fine." The brother and sister took a deep breath and pushed open the door of the ward.

In the ward, Jiang Ciyou lay quietly on the bed, her face as pale as paper, and various medical instruments surrounded her, making regular ticking sounds. Lu Jingchen sat beside the bed, holding Jiang Ciyou's hand tightly, his eyes full of worry and heartache. Seeing the children coming in, he raised his head slightly and signaled them to speak softly.

Lu Zhixia walked to the bedside, tears welling up in her eyes. She gently held her mother's other hand and said with a sob, "Mom, I'm back. You must get better soon." Lu Chengyan stood aside, clenching his fists, trying hard not to let the tears fall. He whispered, "Mom, I'm here. You don't have to worry about anything."

When she calmed down a little, Lu Zhixia remembered that her mother loved beauty and would not want to look too haggard even if she was sick. She pulled herself together, took out her tablet, and began to search for design inspiration for various chemotherapy wigs. She carefully studied different styles and colors, thinking about choosing the most natural and comfortable wig for her mother, so that her mother could maintain confidence and beauty during treatment.

Lu Chengyan sat in the corner of the ward, opened his laptop, and dove into a sea of ​​information about liver cancer. He consulted medical literature at home and abroad, studying various treatment plans, drug efficacy, and recovery cases. He sorted out important information piece by piece and made a detailed treatment manual, hoping to help his mother's treatment. His eyes were focused and firm, as if he wanted to be his mother's strongest support in this battle against the disease.

Behind all this, the whole family tacitly reached a consensus: conceal the illness, do not let the outside world know about Jiang Ciyou's illness, and continue to promote the group's public welfare. They know that Jiang Ciyou has devoted her life to helping others. At this moment, even if she is lying on the hospital bed, she must hope that those who are waiting for hope will not be disappointed. So, Lu Jingchen quietly arranged for assistants to attend various public welfare activities on behalf of Jiang Ciyou to ensure that the charity projects promised by the group will not stagnate because of her illness. The children are also whispering about the follow-up plans in the ward. They want to protect this home and the hopes of more people with love and strength, just like their mother.