Chapter 140 Recruiting

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A penthouse apartment in downtown Seattle.

More than a day had passed since Lyon brought the half-dead Arthur back from the dilapidated St. Jude Church.

The day before yesterday evening, when Leon carried the unconscious Arthur and pushed open the apartment door, old Bill was completely stunned.

He originally thought that Leon was just trying his luck. After all, Seattle is so big, finding a homeless person who could collapse and die on the street at any time is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Then, when he saw his once respectable neighbor, now emaciated and reeking of death, old Bill's eyes reddened, and he sighed repeatedly, unable to bear looking at him any longer.

Fortunately, Arthur's old bones were stronger than they had imagined.

With the help of the potent antibiotics and antipyretics left by Alex, and the continuous care and physical cooling provided by Leon and old Bill over the past day, the old man miraculously survived.

Now, although Arthur still has a low-grade fever, his body temperature has dropped significantly, and his face, which was originally ashen from the fever, has finally regained some of the color of a living person.

In the spacious guest bedroom, the curtains were half-drawn.

Old Bill had just woken up in the next room. He took a cup of hot coffee to the bedside, sat down in a chair, and looked at Leon, who was sitting on the other side, having stayed up all night staring at Arthur.

Old Bill's face was filled with worry and remorse.

"Mr. Vance, why don't you go and rest for a while? I'll keep an eye on things here. You haven't slept a wink all night," Old Bill said in a low voice.

Lyon leaned back on the single sofa, scrolling through the news on his phone, and simply waved his hand dismissively when he heard this.

"Don't worry about me, I'm not sleepy."

Lyon wasn't putting on a brave face; he genuinely wasn't under any pressure.

His physical attributes, which were as high as 15 points, had long since altered his bodily functions.

For him now, he only needs to sleep four or five hours a day to ensure he is energetic all day long.

Staying up all night won't even give you dark circles under your eyes; at most, you'll just yawn.

However, seeing old Bill's worried look, Leon was too lazy to explain his abnormal physical condition to him.

He actually thought it was a good thing that someone as old as Bill could sleep soundly until dawn.

On the streets of America, there are many people suffering from severe insomnia and neurasthenia due to long-term nervous tension and homelessness. Such people are prone to mental breakdowns with the slightest stimulation, and that is the real problem.

Just as the two were quietly keeping watch.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Arthur, who was lying in bed, suddenly let out a faint dry cough.

His brows furrowed in pain, his parched lips trembled slightly, and after a few violent struggles, his eyelids finally opened slowly.

"Arthur? Arthur, you're awake?" Old Bill quickly put down his coffee cup and went over to him.

But Arthur's eyes were unfocused.

His pupils were somewhat unfocused, staring blankly at the ceiling, clearly indicating that his brain was still in a state of confusion and delirium caused by the high fever.

"No...you can't take it..."

Arthur's chapped lips moved as he uttered incoherent murmurs, his voice hoarse:

"That data...is incomplete...and could pose a risk..."

"It's cold...so cold...Jamie, don't borrow that money...don't go..."

He shifted restlessly in bed, his hands unconsciously scratching at the air, as if trying to grab something, or perhaps pushing away something terrifying.

"Arthur, it's alright, you're safe now."

Old Bill quickly reached out and pressed down on Arthur's arm, which was flailing wildly in the air.

Lyon also stood up, walked to the bedside, and looked at the old man who was in a state of confusion.

The closeness between the two men and the touch of old Bill's hand seemed to give Arthur a kind of subconscious comfort.

His unfocused eyes lingered on the blurry outlines of Lyon and old Bill for a few seconds, his rapid breathing gradually calming down.

Then, he seemed to have exhausted the little bit of strength he had just managed to muster, and he slumped back into the soft pillow.

A few minutes later.

As time went by, the unfocused look in Arthur's eyes gradually faded, and his consciousness began to return.

He felt himself lying on a soft bed, covered with a dry, warm blanket.

The air I inhaled through my nose was warm, without the sour stench of moldy tarpaulin and the body odor of homeless people.

Where am I?

What's going on?

Did he not make it through and die?

A series of questions popped into Arthur's still somewhat sluggish mind. He tried to move his eyes to see his surroundings clearly.

Leon stood by the bed, watching Arthur's gaze refocus, knowing that the old man had truly come back to life.

"Don't rush to do anything."

Leon reached for a glass of warm water on the bedside table and held it to Arthur's lips: "Your fever has just subsided, and you're dehydrated. Drink some water to soothe your throat."

Arthur greedily swallowed several mouthfuls of warm water from the rim of the cup. The warm liquid flowed down his dry throat into his stomach, finally bringing back a sense of being alive.

After finishing his water, Leon straightened up, took a half step back, and tilted his head slightly towards Old Bill.

In situations like this, having someone you know communicate is obviously more effective than having a stranger speak.

Old Bill understood immediately and quickly pulled his chair closer.

"Arthur, do you recognize me? I'm old Bill, William McIntyre. We used to be neighbors in the same community."

Arthur turned his head slightly, looked at old Bill's clean face, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally recognized him: "Bill... what happened to you..."

"It's a long story."

Old Bill didn't waste any words and simply explained the whole story:

"A couple of days ago, I spoke with Mr. Vance... the gentleman who saved you, about your situation. After hearing about it, Mr. Vance immediately went out and searched for you for an entire day."

"He went to the RV park at that abandoned dock, couldn't find you, and finally managed to pull you out of the St. Jude Church."

"Mr. Vance also managed to get his hands on a batch of rare and effective drugs, which saved your life."

Upon hearing these words, Arthur's already weak body trembled violently.

He excitedly tried to sit up by supporting himself on the bed with his hands, but his muscles were too weak to support him.

"Don't get excited."

Leon immediately reached out and pressed down on his shoulder, firmly pushing him back onto the pillow: "Your body is still very weak, it's not suitable for you to move around right now."

Looking at Arthur's appearance, he made a quick decision in his mind.

Lyon had originally planned to discuss this major event, such as traveling halfway around the world to the East, with the old man after his fever subsided and his mind was fully clear.

However, just as Lyon was about to tell him to continue resting.

Why?

Arthur lay on the pillow, looking up at Leon. His eyes were red-rimmed, and his voice held a deep sense of loss and desolation:

"Why go to all this trouble to help me?"

"I have no house, no job, and my son is dead... I have nothing left."

He closed his eyes in anguish:

"In that icy rain, I thought I could finally go see God and end it all. What did you gain by saving a worthless person like me?"

Seeing that Arthur had asked him about it, Leon decided to lay his cards on the table.

At times like this, saying things like "because I'm kind-hearted" or "out of humanitarianism" not only sounds hypocritical, but also has absolutely no persuasive power for an old man who has experienced the brutality of America.

"You are not a worthless piece of trash, Arthur."

Leon pulled up a chair and sat down again, his gaze fixed on the old man on the bed:

"It would be a real shame if someone as talented as you, with your top-notch aerospace materials technology, were to die from a common bout of pneumonia in a leaky, dilapidated church."

"So, after I heard about your situation from Bill, I went and brought you back, and cured you with medicine."

Lyon didn't beat around the bush; his tone was very frank.

"I hope you can go to the East with Bill to work."

"Go there, and I guarantee you'll never have to be homeless again. You'll have enough to eat and wear, and there will be a place where you can continue to use the knowledge in your head. It's that simple."

These few sentences contain a tremendous amount of information.

Arthur's mind was already slow, and now he was completely stuck.

He stared blankly at Leon, his mouth slightly open. It took him more than ten seconds before he turned his head with difficulty to look at old Bill sitting next to him.

"Bill..."

Arthur's voice was filled with disbelief, "You...you've decided to go to the East?"

Old Bill looked at him, his expression very serious, without a trace of joking:

"Yes, Arthur, I've made up my mind."

"As long as the East is willing to give me a platform to utilize my abilities, allow me to continue my research, and prevent me from worrying about basic necessities like food and clothing, and from having to rummage through garbage cans and become a homeless person..."

"I can accept it. I have nothing left to hold on to."

Arthur became even more confused as he listened to his old neighbor's confident words.

Go to the East?

Move to a different country? Start over?

"Wait...wait a minute..."

Arthur raised a hand and rubbed his temples, which were still throbbing, his voice tinged with obvious unease and panic:

"This...this is too fast."

"Let me sort this out... My mind is a bit of a mess right now. I need some time to think..."

Seeing his near-crash state, Leon nodded understandingly.

For an old man who has just crawled back from the brink of death, being told upon waking up to abandon darkness and embrace light and travel to the other side of the ocean is indeed something that takes some time to process.

"No rush, take your time to think it over."

Lyon stood up and casually patted old Bill on the shoulder.

"Bill, come out with me and let him have some peace and quiet here."

Old Bill understood and stood up, following Leon out of the guest room.

"Click".

The door closed gently, leaving Arthur, who was still trying to sort out his thoughts, alone.

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