Chapter 813
Cornelius
Chapter 813 Cornelius
"So what do you want?" Kerry also felt the pressure, and his speech slowed down as he asked, "Do you need money? Or do you have some political demands?"
Martin's voice choked with emotion as he said, "I don't need those things. I'm standing here because the world has closed all its doors to me!"
“I have a daughter named Renina, who just turned seven… She’s sick. The doctor said it’s a disease called Huntington’s disease, which is terminal…”
"Good heavens..." Even the kind-hearted Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but sigh with sympathy.
The pain and despair in Martin's voice seemed to permeate the airwaves:
"Raina's condition is deteriorating very rapidly. The doctor said... her bodily functions are failing completely, and she will soon be unable to walk independently, unable to speak, lose her memory, and even completely lose her swallowing function..."
"In a few years, she will leave us forever due to systemic decline and weakness..."
Mr. Conner frowned and said, "Poor child, only seven years old..."
Mrs. Corner gently took his hand and whispered, "For ordinary people, illness is even more cruel than the dark magic of wizards. I'm so glad I found you, but most people... aren't as lucky as I am."
She was even more grateful that her child was also born a wizard and would not have to suffer from most diseases.
But Michael's expression grew even more serious. He said in a low voice, "This reason for hijacking... if his daughter can't be cured, I'm afraid no amount of money will be able to make him give up his plans..."
On the other end of the line, Kerry seemed to have been talking to someone for a while before speaking; his voice was calm and reassuring.
“Quwen, I understand your love and concern for your daughter, please remain calm. We have just received news that the Global Medical Foundation is willing to unconditionally cover all of Rainina’s treatment costs and send her to a leading medical research center renowned in the field of neurodegenerative diseases to receive the best treatment…”
"Can it be cured?" Martin interrupted him, asking coldly.
“This…” Kerry’s words caught in his throat for a moment.
"Can it be cured? Answer me!" Martin roared. "Can their treatment cure my Renina?"
Kerry said tactfully, "Their treatment can significantly alleviate her symptoms and greatly improve her quality of life, reducing the suffering caused by the disease..."
"Liar! They are all liars!"
Martin suddenly roared in fury, his voice exploding like thunder in the cabin, seemingly accompanied by a complete breakdown of reason:
"Relieve the symptoms? Do you think I'm stupid? I've already done my research! All the doctors, all the research institutes, they all say there's nothing they can do! Nothing to stop it! Nothing to reverse it! It's a terminal illness! Everyone says it's a terminal illness!"
Kerry was speechless for a moment, unable to utter a word.
The passengers in the cabin, who had just been very sympathetic to him, now all had the same thought—since you already knew it was a terminal illness, why did you hijack the plane?
Can medicine advance by leaps and bounds under pressure, and develop a miracle drug in just a few hours?
This isn't a superhero movie!
"But he was cured!"
Martin seemed to hear the voices of the crowd; he roared, filled with a furious rage at being fooled by the world:
"I know an old man who was cured! He had the same illness as my daughter, in the late stages of a severe case, and he was clearly on the verge of death! But just because he was a scientist... a remarkable scientist! Someone took him away and cured him!"
"You rich and powerful people! You hide away life-saving treatments and only use the nonsense of 'relieving pain' to fool us ordinary people!"
"Why is that guy saved? Why does my daughter have to die? That old man is so old he's almost dead, while my Renina has decades of future ahead of her! Why? Why take away her chance to live? Why lie to me!"
He was so excited that his face turned red and his body trembled, as if he would press the fatal button at any moment.
Elisa, the flight attendant he had previously kidnapped, suddenly stepped forward bravely and said in a trembling voice, "Please calm down, sir... I believe that if there really is a way, Renina will be saved..."
Martin's bloodshot eyes stared intently at her, he gasped for breath. He didn't speak or move, his thin body seemingly containing an immense rage.
After an eerie silence, Carey Clarkson's voice rang out again, extremely cautiously:
“Quiven, I have to tell you…we just urgently checked publicly available medical records and consulted with professionals in the relevant fields.”
"I can assure you that if any institution were to treat Huntington's disease, it would be a major news story that would be known worldwide!"
"However... based on the information we have confirmed so far, there is no precedent for a complete cure for this disease!"
"No precedent? Hah!" Martin said with a ferocious grin.
“Of course, we can’t find anything on the surface, but my neighbor knows that recovered old man! He personally assured us that the guy used to be so sick he couldn’t stand up, but now he’s completely cured! He can even continue doing experiments!”
"His name is Cornelius Davan! Go ahead and investigate! Use your ubiquitous media power to investigate!"
"Let's see if there is such a person, see if he has the same disease as my daughter, and see if he is still waiting to die in a hospital bed!"
“I demand that my daughter receive the same treatment as Cornelius! If the normal channels cannot secure her right to live, then I will use my own methods to show the world this injustice!”
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"Why is Cornelius Davan the only one who gets cured? Just because he's a scientist? Just because he has connections? But my daughter's life is just as precious..."
Martin's accusatory voice came from the television, while Cornelius held the test tube in his hand, motionless for a long time.
The host, wearing a headset, tried to calm the agitated hijackers: "Please remain calm... We need a little time to confirm..."
"Clap!"
The test tube was accidentally tilted, and a drop of thick liquid fell onto the lab bench.
Cornelius sighed, put down the test tube, wiped the lab bench clean, then took off his white coat and walked out of the laboratory.
Without the slightest hesitation, he dialed a very familiar number:
“I’m so sorry, Ferdinand… Yes, a few months ago, I made a phone call to an old friend, and maybe that call was the reason… I’m so sorry, I didn’t expect to cause you so much trouble…”
On the other end of the phone, Ferdinand's calm voice came through: "Calm down, Cornelius, this isn't your fault..."
……
Ferdinand turned his gaze to the television, struggling to suppress his worry and panic, and said:
"Huntington's disease is extremely rare, and no one expected that your old friend would have a case like this, especially a child..."
—She also has such a crazy father who would commit such an extreme act as hijacking a plane based on a rumor that may or may not be true.
"In short, I think apart from that phone call, the other party doesn't have any evidence that you've recovered?... That's good, just stay put. When Wade comes back, he'll handle this matter."
"Mr. Gray is coming back?" Cornelius immediately perked up. "When is he coming back? I have a few questions to discuss with him..."
“Within the next day or two,” Ferdinand said calmly. “It won’t be long.”
However, after the call ended, Ferdinand's composure and calmness vanished. He silently stared at the tense-faced host, his expression filled with an unprecedented sense of powerlessness and anxiety.
He knew... that Wade was on that plane.
I could almost hear Wade's confident, smiling voice from last night again:
"Someone will probably take advantage of this opportunity to make a move against me, right? This is the perfect chance."
"Mom and Dad, if you hear any bad news about airplanes at home, don't worry... I've made all the necessary preparations."
Ferdinand clasped his hands together, his fingers twisting and turning as if in a struggle, causing pain, but he seemed completely oblivious.
He silently muttered to himself, "You brat... since you're so confident, you'd better come back safely..."
(End of this chapter)