You Are Saving a Life

Cheng Yong felt incredibly helpless at this moment.

His wife had divorced him, they were fighting for custody of their child, his father was critically ill in bed, and his shop had been locked up by the landlord.

The heavy burden of life was crushing Cheng Yong, making it hard for him to even breathe.

He had finally managed to find out about Indian Gleevec, and hearing that the price difference between domestic and foreign markets was staggering, he made up his mind to take a gamble.

As it turned out, people told him that someone was already selling it domestically, which left Cheng Yong, who had finally ignited a spark of hope, feeling completely hollow.

Inside his God Oil Shop, Cheng Yong raged in impotent fury, smashing things and making a clattering noise to vent the unspeakable bitterness and grievances in his heart.

This was utterly useless; otherwise, he wouldn't have reached the point where his wife had been beaten away and he was about to lose his child. Of course, the divorce wasn't entirely because he hit his wife; there were certainly many contributing factors.

The sun set in the west, and the sky was turning dark. Wang Yan stood at the entrance, listening to the clattering sounds inside, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Regarding Cheng Yong, Wang Yan didn't know what to say.

In the movie, Cheng Yong sold his distribution channels to the big swindler Zhang Changlin and used the money earned from selling Gleevec to open a garment factory. At that time, his life could be called quite happy. His child stayed by his side, his father received treatment, and his life was no longer the tangled mess it once was. Wasn't that his original intention?

After learning of Lü Shouyi's death, the internal struggle he went through could be imagined. He blamed Lü Shouyi's death on himself, and after that, he gave up everything he had gained and went back to the business of selling medicine.

Was this more like a form of self-redemption, or perhaps a struggle against the injustice of Destiny?

Of course, what Wang Yan was thinking about was that those who break the law must be punished; he shouldn't be doing useless things.

Without further thought, he climbed in through the glass that Cheng Yong had smashed.

Cheng Yong was startled by Wang Yan's movements. Looking at the man climbing in, he searched for something with a hard texture and guarded himself against Wang Yan: "I'm not afraid of anything, let me tell you. It's not too late for you to leave now."

He was already in despair; there was truly nothing left to fear. Even a dog will jump over a wall when cornered, let alone a man with no hope.

Seeing Cheng Yong's tense and defensive posture, the atmosphere should have been very serious. However, seeing the thick, long hair on Cheng Yong's head, Wang Yan had to suppress the urge to pull at it.

Wang Yan smiled and waved his hand at him: "Brother, don't be nervous."

"You want to sell Indian Gleevec, don't you?"

Seeing the change in Cheng Yong's expression, Wang Yan leaned in closer: "Put the thing down first, and calm down."

To be honest, Wang Yan had been studying Fighting for a long time, so he wasn't afraid of Cheng Yong.

Cheng Yong thought for a moment, put the object down, and said: "What do you want to say?"

"Figured it out? The domestic agency rights are in my hands." Wang Yan continued: "If you want the agency rights, I can give them to you, but only for the Shanghai area. I think that should be enough; there are thousands of patients in Shanghai alone."

Wang Yan found a place to sit down and tilted his head at Cheng Yong, signaling him to sit as well.

"So, the question is, what kind of terms can you offer?"

Cheng Yong lowered his head and didn't speak; he was calculating what terms he could possibly offer. After calculating back and forth, he ended up just looking at Wang Yan with red eyes.

Seeing Cheng Yong staring blankly at him, Wang Yan understood: "Nothing at all, right?"

"Then how about this, let's change our way of cooperation."

Cheng Yong was intrigued by Wang Yan's words, his eyes lighting up as he waited for Wang Yan to continue.

"As for you, I had already looked into you quite a bit before I came."

"Your wife is divorced, and you have to fight a lawsuit for your son's custody. As for your father, he is currently in critical condition."

"In this situation, how much do you think your time is worth?"

Seeing Cheng Yong remain silent, Wang Yan thought he hadn't understood and continued to explain.

"You have been smuggling all along, and I think you should be clear about the consequences of smuggling."

"If you add selling fake medicine to smuggling, you definitely won't be able to escape. The net of justice is vast, and it surely won't let anything slip through."

"No one can say how many years you'll get for this, so do you understand now?"

After listening, Cheng Yong said to Wang Yan: "You want me to go to jail for you?"

Wang Yan shook his head: "No, no, no, not for me, but for all the leukemia patients. It is you who saved them, letting them avoid going bankrupt to buy medicine, avoiding broken families and ruined lives. You aren't committing a crime; you are saving lives."

Seeing Cheng Yong's expression struggling, unable to make up his mind, Wang Yan comforted him: "Actually, you don't need to worry too much. If you really get caught, just confess for leniency and cooperate actively. I'll find you a good lawyer, and since you're doing a great deed by saving lives, you will definitely get a reduced sentence."

"Alright, don't worry about the money. Think it over carefully, and call me when you've decided."

After saying this, he left a phone number and Wang Yan walked away, dusting off his clothes.

Returning to Liu Sihui's home, he had a casual meal.

Now, Liu Tiantian and Wang Yan were getting along very well; she called him Uncle Wang with every breath, sounding incredibly sweet.

After playing with Liu Tiantian for a while, she had been running wild at school all day and didn't have much energy left when she got home, so she fell asleep from exhaustion before long.

Liu Tiantian might have run out of energy, but old Wang certainly hadn't.

It must be said that Liu Sihui was truly exciting; she could dance, had a great body, and was incredibly sexy.

On top of that, she was now managing a garment factory with dozens of people under her, possessing a charm all her own.

In the few months they had known each other, Wang Yan and Liu Sihui had unlocked just about every position, and the various tricks they played made Wang Yan feel like he never wanted to leave.

After the passion, Wang Yan opened the window, pulled out a cigarette to light it, and climbed back under the covers to hold Liu Sihui.

It seems to be a common trait among women in movies? Liu Sihui nestled in Wang Yan's arms, using a strand of hair to tickle him, which left Wang Yan feeling stirred but powerless. He sighed incessantly, "The body is the capital of revolution; Comrade Little Wang still needs to work harder."

Liu Sihui was extremely satisfied with her current life. Ever since Wang Yan arrived, each day had more to look forward to than the last.

Now, she no longer had to worry about her daughter's safety, nor did she have to fret over making ends meet. She didn't have to go out to dance for others or live at the mercy of their moods.

In the past, Liu Sihui hadn't felt much for Wang Yan, but now, she truly loved this man to the marrow of her bones.

Wang Yan saw all of this in his heart.

Perhaps it started for the sake of her daughter, but later, it was truly for himself.

Of course, Wang Yan wouldn't admit it, even though he was doing a good deed. He stubbornly believed that Liu Sihui had simply been "convinced" through their intimacy; yes, that was exactly it.

"Let's stop for now. We've sold millions worth of medicine; the Swiss Nuowa Company should be noticing the signs by now."

"From now on, just focus on managing the factory with peace of mind."

Liu Sihui had always followed whatever Wang Yan said, so naturally, she couldn't have any objections.

"By the way, among the patients you know, is there anyone who is unattached, someone who is all alone and left to fend for themselves?"

Liu Sihui thought for a moment and said, "There is one, named Peng Hao. He's a kid from the countryside. He came to the city when he got sick because he was afraid of burdening his family; it hasn't been easy for him. He's even bought medicine from us before. The kid is decent and quite reliable."

Wang Yan thought back, recalling the plot, and said to himself, Isn't that Huang Mao? "Alright, he's the one. Give me his phone number; if he doesn't have one, an address will do."

Liu Sihui didn't ask any questions and gave Wang Yan the address for Huang Mao.

After finishing a cigarette and recovering his strength, Wang Yan rolled over and pinned Liu Sihui beneath him; Comrade Little Wang continued the revolution.

The next day, after handling some matters, Wang Yan set off to find Huang Mao. The address was a slaughterhouse in the suburbs of Shanghai.

Wang Yan drove the beat-up, eighth-hand van he had bought earlier for the sake of transport. At the time, Wang Yan had wanted to buy an International Wuling, but after asking around, he learned that the model wouldn't hit the market until next year, in 2003.

Upon arriving at the location, he called out to someone, and after waiting a short while, he saw Huang Mao emerge with his signature yellow hair.

Huang Mao looked at the ordinary-looking Wang Yan in front of him, not understanding why this person had summoned him.

"You're the one looking for me? I don't even know you. What do you want with me?" Huang Mao asked suspiciously.

Wang Yan said, "Wang Yan. I'm looking for you because I have business, naturally. Is it convenient? Let me treat you to a meal, and we can talk while we eat."

Huang Mao was very straightforward; he went back to say a word to someone, then got into the car and left directly with Wang Yan. Compared to Cheng Yong, Huang Mao was the one who was truly fearless. He was already somewhat self-destructive due to his illness, and being young and immature, he was particularly reckless. If you compare him to that generation of young people in real life, they'd cut you down without a second thought—it was truly terrifying.

Wang Yan knew that Huang Mao's standard of living couldn't be very high, so he went straight to a high-end restaurant to let the kid have a proper meal and build up his strength.

Once inside, they found a private room, and Wang Yan handed the menu to Huang Mao, telling him to order.

Huang Mao didn't stand on ceremony. Even though there were only two of them, he ordered a table full of food.

A table like this wouldn't cost less than 1,000 yuan, and one must remember that the average income in Shanghai at this time was only around 2,000.

After ordering, Huang Mao watched Wang Yan, who showed no sign of heartache, and couldn't help but wonder what on earth this old guy wanted with him.

Wang Yan certainly didn't feel the pinch. The current Wang Yan was qualified to call himself a "wealthy bachelor" (Wang Laowu); he had millions in assets. Since when was black money not money?

It was only because he was in this movie world; if he had done this in real life, Wang Yan figured he might have had a heart attack from the cost.

Once the dishes were served, Wang Yan dismissed the waiter, closed the door tight, and said to Huang Mao, who was watching him, "Eat first, we'll chat when you're done."

Afterward, Wang Yan sipped his wine while watching Huang Mao wolf down the food.

However, the way this Huang Mao could eat and put it away really didn't look like a leukemia patient. He worked manual labor, and in the movie, his chase with Cheng Yong showed he was agile and extremely flexible.

Looking at Huang Mao and then thinking of his brother-in-law Lü Shouyi, who was as thin as a monkey, he could only attribute it to Huang Mao having a natural gift.

Seeing that Huang Mao had eaten his fill, Wang Yan poured him a glass of water and said, "Alright, since you're done eating, let's talk about serious business."

Huang Mao said, "Go ahead, I'm listening."

Wang Yan said, "You're also a leukemia patient, so you're surely no stranger to Gleevec, which sells for 37,000 a bottle domestically."

"I have the Indian generic Gleevec in my hands, and I sell it for 5,000 a bottle. You've bought it from me before, haven't you?"

"You're an honest kid, so I won't beat around the bush with you. I'll just be blunt."

"You know that this kind of trade is illegal. I'm looking for you because I want you to be the one selling the medicine at the front line. If any problems arise, you will bear the consequences."

"To put it bluntly, if you get caught, you go to jail."

"In return, I will give you a sum of money. Also, if a match is found, I will pay to have you cured; all expenses will be on me. What do you think?"

Wang Yan asked.

Speaking of stem cell transplants, Wang Yan had already started the matching process for Lü Shouyi and Liu Tiantian, and he had spent quite a bit on it.

Money could only raise your priority level; it couldn't guarantee an immediate match.

Of course, that was just because he didn't have enough money.

Since ancient times, Hua Nation has been a society based on personal connections, and that has never changed to this day.

To be realistic, if you have money and connections, you have it made; if you don't, you don't.

Wang "Laowu" Yan had connections!

Huang Mao thought for a moment, then said exactly what he said in the movie: "You're doing this for the money."

Wang Yan was stunned for a moment by this nonsensical, non-sequitur response.

"I don't deny that, but you should be saying that to the people at Nuowa Company."

"Think about it, brother. Thirty-seven thousand domestically—many people can't afford that. I sell them for five thousand, and many people can."

"I feel like I've saved quite a few people, so shouldn't I be entitled to earn some money?"

Huang Mao might be reckless, but he wasn't stupid; after thinking it over, he stopped dwelling on it.

Lowering his head for a moment, Huang Mao said, "I'm in."

He had no reason to hesitate; having a hope for a cure now was the best thing that could happen.

Seeing him agree as expected, Wang Yan smiled. "Alright, that's settled then. Take this money and go buy a phone. This is my number; call me once you've bought it. Use the rest for your expenses for now." As he spoke, Wang Yan took out a stack of cash and handed it to Huang Mao.

"That's that, then. Let's head out; I'll wait for your call," Wang Yan said as he stood up.

Walking to the door, Wang Yan remembered something, turned back, and handed him a few more stacks of cash.

"It's been a long time since you've been home, hasn't it? Take this money and go home to visit."

"And take your family to the hospital for a check-up to see if anyone is a match for you."

"Oh, and shave that hair off. What kind of look is that? It'll look terrible when you're on television later."

After saying this, he looked at Huang Mao, who was fighting back tears, shook his head, and left.

Behind him, Huang Mao could no longer hold it in and burst into loud sobs.

Wang Yan was no saint, nor did he have the power to save everyone.

At the very least, prison was better than being dead.

He felt it would be a pity for Huang Mao to be killed by a car, so he figured he might as well save him if he could.