"Academician Gao, tell me honestly, how much longer does my daughter have to live?"
"Since the CEO has asked directly, I shall be frank. Miss's life is short, perhaps a week, or at most a month. Her being able to stand up now is merely a final surge before fading."
Although Wang Yifu had mentally prepared himself for this outcome, his heart still trembled upon hearing the confirmation.
"Is there truly no treatment available with our country's current technology?"
"Let alone treatment, Miss's congenital cold pulse constitution is something I've never heard of. Even my mentor, Professor Stephen, a genetics and pathology expert at Cambridge University, has never encountered such a condition. It's likely..."
Academician Gao sighed, presenting an expression of powerlessness.
"Is there truly no way in this world to save my daughter's life?" Wang Yifu's voice was deep, but Academician Gao offered no response, only sighing repeatedly.
At that moment, Ren Yuanhao sat up from the bed, clutching the back of his head.
All he could see were instruments with flashing indicator lights, and Wang Xin was lying beside him.
"Hey, kid, the back of your head is quite injured. Don't suddenly sit up so recklessly."
Since Academician Gao couldn't save Miss, he could only earnestly warn Ren Yuanhao.
"How is Wang Xin?"
"Kid, the butler told me you saved my daughter. Speak, what do you desire? If I, Wang, can fulfill it, I will not refuse."
-- It seems this silver-haired man is Wang Xin's father. Why do all rich people have the same tone? Can't I save people out of a burning sense of chivalry?
Ren Yuanhao snorted coldly, which instead garnered more attention from Wang Yifu.
"Kid, what are you smiling about?"
"Nothing. If I had to say what my wish is, it's probably the same as what you're thinking."
Wang Yifu's gaze was peculiar as he straightened up and asked, "Kid, you've only known my daughter for a day. And if it weren't for her own wish, I wouldn't have let her do this. Do you truly have no intention of getting anything from me?"
"Who do you think you are? The CEO of Wang Corporation? Is that so impressive? A part of what I do is to complete tasks and receive rewards, but the women I interact with are all adorable souls with genuine emotions. As a gentleman, if I can't even protect a woman, wouldn't that be embarrassing?"
These words were spoken without much thought, and they truly reflected his way of handling things.
"This is men's excuse for being fickle, kid. Don't you think you're playing with emotions?" Wang Yifu, being experienced, did not believe such words.
"If you say so, then so be it. I don't need to argue with you. As long as my conscience is clear, that's enough."
Ren Yuanhao stood up, ready to leave, but was stopped by Academician Gao.
"What? Am I a prisoner now?"
"Why are you speaking so rudely? You're badly injured and must stay for observation!"
"Rude? You look at me with strange eyes and expect me to be subservient? Dream on. Others might fear your Wang Corporation, others might follow your lead like a lapdog, but I, Ren Yuanhao, have no interest in that. Staying in a place like this will make me sick even if I'm not."
Ren Yuanhao stood up and walked towards the technologically advanced hospital room door without looking back.
"Wait."
Wang Yifu suddenly stood up.
"Does Uncle have any further instructions?"
"You haven't completed your mission. Aren't you afraid of punishment when you return?"
"I know clearly whether the mission order is complete or not. Furthermore, I will find a way to save your daughter. However, it's not because she is the daughter of the Wang family, but because I must be responsible for every woman on my orders until the end. This is my principle. Of course, you can also interpret it as being fickle; I don't mind."
After boasting, Ren Yuanhao glanced at the unconscious Wang Xin with a slight concern, then left through the door without looking back.
Academician Gao and Wang Yifu stood stunned. Academician Gao, from a professional standpoint, said, "This young man truly doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Even my mentor is helpless, yet this kid speaks so casually. He's not afraid of his tongue getting twisted."
"Academician Gao, regardless of whether this fellow is bragging or not, aren't we in a critical situation now? If there's even a sliver of possibility, a glimmer of hope, we shouldn't give up, right?" Wang Yifu's hawk-like eyes fell on his increasingly pale daughter, and the sharp contours of his face softened.
After leaving the sanatorium, Ren Yuanhao realized his head was indeed quite badly injured. At that moment, the system's sickeningly sweet voice finally echoed in his mind.
"Didi, order completed. 1000 points have been credited. Balance: 1500. Lucky draw remaining chances: 1."
"Hey, can you tell me about this congenital cold pulse thing now? And no matter what, I need medicine that can save her."
"Actually, this congenital cold pulse is a good thing, but it's a pity it's on a woman. It's a treasure that can be fatal."
"Treasure? Can you explain that clearly?" Ren Yuanhao frowned, not understanding what the system meant by treasure.
"Well, this naturally involves demonic energy. I'll ask you a question, and you answer truthfully."
"Ask away. As long as it's not a privacy issue, I will definitely answer you."
"Oh? You have privacy? Your body's various stats have already been generated into a string of code. I can say, I know your body's condition better than you do."
-- Damn it, you're amazing, okay? In your eyes, I'm just a piece of paper made of accumulated dot matrix data, is that alright?
Ren Yuanhao was getting impatient, but since he needed a favor, he had to restrain himself.
"Alright, you're a god who knows everything, alright? Ask whatever you want quickly."
"Do you believe that in this world, there are actually gifted individuals and cultivators?"
-- Holy cow, what are you hinting at! Does that mean Iron Man, Captain America, the big fat Hulk, and Thanos also exist? Where's the Cosmic Cube? And where's Thor's hammer?
Ren Yuanhao was full of complaints and forgot what he should answer.
"It seems you can't accept it yet, but you don't need to answer. I can tell you definitively, there are absolutely gifted individuals and cultivators in this world."
The system's voice was extremely calm, like a tranquil lake, as if stating a fact!
"Miss System, are you perhaps in need of cleaning and repair? Or have you been invaded by a virus and gone haywire?"
"What do you think? This is why I've been hesitant to mention this to you, but I was afraid you'd be caught off guard and suffer a loss. As a result, you still can't accept it."