Come early tomorrow; I’ll give you a haircut.

Douyin Conference Room. Feng Teng was not the least bit annoyed by Ji Fanxing’s suggestion to end the stream.

Such a phenomenal song as “Invisible Wings” had been released on their Douyin streaming platform.

The thought alone filled him with excitement!

In the music industry of the Dragon Kingdom, there was an unspoken rule: the first platform on which a singer released a new song would gain the usage rights to that song.

Take, for instance, the live downloads for “King of All Singers.”

Major platforms, eager to claim this benefit, would invest heavily in promotion for a first release—an opportunity that comes only once. Naturally, Dragon Kingdom singers would strive to debut their work on the largest stages.

Many of the major ecosystem platforms would even pay extra to secure a release.

As for the smaller platforms, lacking capital to expand their reach, their launches were largely ineffective; unless there was no other option, nobody would consider them.

And yet, Douyin had just become a streaming platform.

If not for Ji Fanxing’s actions today, no one would have thought this possible!

After all, what serious singer does livestreams?

Caught off guard, Feng Teng found his horizons suddenly broadened!

He couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

He saw an even wider track ahead, and his resolve to reform the streaming room grew stronger.

“Give full-platform promotion to ‘Invisible Wings’! Make the livestream download version of the song free.”

“But... we don’t have a music channel for that?”

“No? Then make one! Don’t worry! Once we have the first, the second will follow!”

After finalizing the music channel, Feng Teng continued, “Set Ji Fanxing’s account as a priority. Whether she livestreams or posts a video, push her with the highest traffic!”

There was a hint of regret in his voice. In this collaboration, they’d merely tested the waters and hadn’t contacted Ji Fanxing directly.

Now, to build a close relationship with her in the future, he had to show sincerity.

“King of All Singers” would end in a week, wouldn’t it?

By then, he must arrange a meeting with Ji Fanxing to discuss future cooperation.

At that thought, Feng Teng suddenly remembered how notoriously hard she was to reach. To be safe, he said to the marketing team:

“I heard the ‘King of All Singers’ finale is planning something big?

This collaboration went well—their boss agreed to our investment, on the condition that we get a one-on-one with Ji Fanxing at the end of the competition.”

On Robin Island, Ji Fanxing, unaware that her value had soared to the point where even a meeting would cost money, was hunched over her computer, typing furiously.

She had once devoted sixty-five years on Earth to researching “Type I Destruction Syndrome.” Only at the moment of her death did she finally conquer this disease.

It was, indeed, a terminal illness more terrifying than cancer, targeting only children.

Its onset was marked by a low fever, followed by weakness, then vomiting, and finally a drastic collapse of the immune system and faint breathing. Usually, children perished from various complications.

The symptoms always appeared as a mere cold or chill; later, they resembled a lung infection. No one would guess that its purpose was to completely destroy immunity within three days—after which even the slightest disturbance was fatal.

Every year, around fifty thousand children worldwide died from this disease.

So rare and easily overlooked, it made data collection nearly impossible.

Fortunately, with the help of the system, she grasped the key ingredients for a miracle cure.

In the end, she not only developed the medication, but also rapid diagnostic methods, treatment plans for every stage, and comprehensive rehabilitation care.

She had done it almost singlehandedly, driven by persistence.

All the data resided in Ji Fanxing’s mind, and she was now painstakingly typing it out, word by word.

Unaware of time, she worked till dawn.

With the final period in place, she had at last finished compiling the materials.

Using her superlative hacking skills, she anonymously made the information public to the World Medical Organization.

“Type I Destruction Syndrome” was most common in children, especially toddlers.

With every day of delay in publishing her findings, another child would die.

She didn’t know how long it would take for her data to be accepted, but she only wanted to do her part for the children of Star W.

Just like the song, she hoped these findings could become a pair of wings, carrying children beyond despair and toward their dreams.

The words “Upload Successful” flashed across the screen. Ji Fanxing smiled in relief, then collapsed to the floor and fell asleep.

Even for her, inputting millions of words in a single night was exhausting.

Perhaps, as a “youngster” who had lived several millennia, her strong body needed only to fall asleep instantly.

In the hospital, on the companion bed, Liu Ting awoke with swollen, red eyes, her heart still twisting with pain.

She recalled her husband suggesting she give up treatment to spare their child further suffering. She didn’t know how to face her daughter, Yaya.

“Mommy, you’re awake!”

Yaya spotted her mother and mischievously climbed into her bed, imitating her usual gesture by gently pinching her nose.

“Mommy’s lazing in bed today!”

Seeing her daughter like this, Liu Ting’s heart ached anew.

She forced herself not to cry, sat up, and said, “Yaya, you’re amazing—waking Mommy up! See? I’m up now.”

“Mommy, I... I want to tell you something.” Yaya hesitated.

Liu Ting patted her daughter’s head. “What is it?”

“It’s just... I was wrong yesterday! My wings aren’t for flying to heaven, they’re for hope!”

With that, Yaya covered her face, bashful, and ran off.

The five shadows pressed heavily—grief searing the heart.

Her husband urged surrender, yet her daughter dreamed of hope.

Liu Ting could hold back no longer, silently crying out.

After a long while, she steeled herself, took out her phone, and dialed her husband Fang Cheng. As soon as the call connected, she didn’t wait for him to speak.

With determination, she said, “Fang Cheng, I’ve decided—no matter what, I’ll keep fighting!”

But Fang Cheng, on the other end, was more excited than she expected, even jubilant:

“Tingting! There’s hope for Yaya’s illness!”

“What?!” Liu Ting could barely believe it, clinging to her phone with all her strength.

“Today, someone published the treatment process and formula for ‘Type I Destruction Syndrome’! The key ingredient is pollen extract!

The findings have been widely recognized, and everyone’s already starting trials.

Yaya can be saved!”

Invisible wings had finally carried them beyond despair.

On Robin Island, the young Ji Fanxing slept until sunset. She woke up stiff and rose from the floor like a zombie.

“So hungry...” Ji Fanxing rubbed her stomach and staggered downstairs in search of food.

She had barely reached the bottom when she noticed that, in addition to the villa’s assigned housekeeper, there were several others in the living room.

One particularly tall and slender figure stood out.

“Ning Ze, what are you doing here?” Ji Fanxing asked in surprise.