Yu Guan once loved Ling Yu, but he didn’t anymore. So now, he could be impatient and quickly send Ling Yu off, even though Ling Yu was the one who started all the fake-nice talk in the first place.
Gu Xin once loved him too, but now she didn’t either. She even left without caring how he’d get home… Well, in fairness, he did ask her for help first.
All told, there was nothing wrong with any of it.
Once Yu Guan figured this out, he sincerely thanked his lifesavers Mi Jingzhou and Gu Xin.
Ling Jing, holding onto Qin Jingzhou’s arm with a radiant smile, sent a message, “This little wildflower is just looking more and more pleasing to the eye.”
Qin Jingzhou quite agreed. He fished out a circuit board about half the size of his palm, with a button in the middle, from the lower compartment of his little box, and casually tossed it to the “little wildflower.”
Yu Guan, the “little wildflower,” caught it smoothly with his left hand, looking at it curiously.
Ling Jing explained for Qin Jingzhou, “Press it once to connect Bluetooth, press again to activate the chip in your body and relieve your pain, and press one more time to turn it off. If nothing happens, it’s out of battery, so remember to replace it. You can try it right now.”
It was about time for the “little wildflower” to take his pain meds anyway… Just look at how he came over to be a guinea pig not long after his craniotomy, this sheer resilience really fits the “little wildflower” nickname.
Yu Guan didn’t hesitate at all and pressed the button twice. Instantly, not only did he feel no wound pain, but even the ever-present post-op ache in his head disappeared.
His eyes widened in shock.
Ling Jing waved her hand, “See you around.”
At that moment, inwardly full of admiration and determined to further increase Professor Mi’s importance on his report, Chief Wang immediately gave his secretary a meaningful look.
The secretary got it and whispered quietly to some of the staff nearby.
Dr. Nian and the staff who brought Yu Guan over quickly supported Yu Guan on either side, and the remaining staff lifted the stretcher and left Mi’s house in a hurry.
Once Yu Guan walked steadily out of Mi’s house, he was stopped by some of the staff waiting outside, who politely asked, “Would you mind helping us run some tests? We want to collect some comprehensive data. Of course, what Professor Mi gave you still belongs to you. If you have any requests at all, just speak up.”
Yu Guan was, of course, willing to cooperate.
But he wasn’t so saintly as to ignore the staff’s pointed hint: “If you have any requests, just say the word.”
What he wanted most right now was Zhao.
To be fair, if Zhao hadn’t caused so much trouble for his family, Yu Guan wouldn’t have mentioned Zhao the first chance he got when official staff questioned him. As a leading star at that agency, he also had access to some evidence, like illegal contracts and tax evasion.
Chief Wang’s secretary followed him out at this point, and after hearing Yu Guan’s request, was extremely pleased: just a few days ago, Professor Mi had been slandered and defamed on social media, and Zhao had played a hand in it.
So now, it was the perfect time to deal with everything legally and thoroughly.
The secretary comforted Yu Guan a few words, reiterated some tasks to the staff, watched as Yu Guan’s group drove away, then rushed right back to Mi’s house—Professor Mi was in the middle of lecturing, and if he could sit in even a minute, he’d take it!
Qin Jingzhou, in the main living room, had all the elite researchers and Chief Wang’s group seated around the huge dining table, where he opened a projector and began demonstrating the chip’s extremely complex internal structure.
In fact, the chip’s working principle really wasn’t anything new.
It recorded the electrical signals sent by the central nervous system, the processor analyzed them, then bypassed damaged nerves and transmitted the signals to peripheral neurons.
This world’s Hua Country had a slightly higher level of technology than Qin Jingzhou’s homeland, so similar devices had already been developed.
Unfortunately, this apparatus that could vastly improve many patients’ lives couldn’t be brought to market, simply because the main processor that analyzed and transmitted signals—though only the size of a backpack—still weighed ten kilos, and with the other auxiliary gear and battery, the total weight wouldn’t be less than twenty kilos.
Most paralyzed or ALS patients simply couldn’t bear this “sweet burden.”
The Hua Country Academy of Engineering’s teams had been working for years to miniaturize this device, but progress was slow—until Qin Jingzhou suddenly appeared.
He displayed the structural diagram without reservation, gave a basic explanation, then moved straight on to sharing his insights on making the device.
Once he was done, he took out a dozen chips from his little box, handed one to everyone present, and said nonchalantly, “Once you really master these techniques, you can start designing your own mass-production chip assembly line.”
Ling Jing sat to the side stifling a laugh. She knew perfectly well: just the entry-level skills for chip-making would eliminate quite a few people, even though this group was already the cream of the official crop.
She glanced at this group of once ambitious young people, several of whom now looked dazed, their eyes vacant.
Chief Wang himself had a master’s degree from Qingmu University—Qingmu University was the equivalent of Qinghua or Peking University in Qin Jingzhou’s homeland. He had spent years on the cutting edge of scientific research. His eye for talent was unquestionable.
After carefully reviewing the photographs of the structural diagrams and looking over the chips, which to his mind were works of art, he too felt both joy and anxiety.
The good news, naturally, was that Professor Mi was as generous as they’d hoped. The bad news was that his technology was much harder to master than expected.
A feast was set before them, but they couldn’t eat a bite—who wouldn't feel tormented?
Qin Jingzhou spoke up, breaking Chief Wang’s anxious train of thought, “I plan to host a nationwide selection for fifty students. Including these ten, that will be sixty people. I’ll take charge of a fast-track class and personally teach mathematics, physics, chemistry, and biology from the ground up. Chief Wang, would you help organize this?”
Chief Wang’s face instantly lit up. All worries vanished. “It is completely my desire—how could I possibly refuse?”
After dinner, Qin Jingzhou sent the two hundred practice problems he’d just written to the eagerly awaiting Chief Wang.
These two hundred questions included one hundred and fifty basics and fifty psychological questions. He suggested Chief Wang pick twenty basics and ten psychological questions to make an exam, time-limited to three hours and open-book.
After putting down the phone, he and Ling Jing started compiling the teaching materials together.
Meanwhile, Yu Guan, who was cooperating with the researchers for a series of tests, could finally relax.
The research staff hadn’t forgotten Yu Guan was still a seriously ill patient. After testing, not only did an attending physician evaluate his condition, but a psychological counselor was also arranged to support him.
Yu Guan had no complaints, and even felt pretty good about his current situation.
He told the official psychologist, “How can anyone get through life without a few ups and downs? The minute I felt myself going down, a noble person descended from the sky and pulled me back up. As long as I can get revenge when I need to and have a chance to return the favor, I’ll cooperate with whatever you ask.”
With Yu Guan this cooperative, the officials couldn’t be unresponsive.
After verifying the evidence Yu Guan provided, Zhao was promptly arrested that night.
A company head taken in for questioning made instant headline news.
Yu Guan was staying in the Hua Country Academy of Engineering’s affiliated research institute, living conditions excellent. After eating, drinking, and resting a while, he earnestly drafted a little essay and sent it to Gu Xin. Feeling energetic, he scrolled through social media for a while—he had to say, Professor Mi, who gave him those marvelous devices, was a legend!
Before midnight, he finally saw the blue-and-white official notice about Zhao online and went to bed deeply satisfied.
Yu Guan slept soundly, but Ling Yu, who had hoped to use Zhao for something, was glad after hearing Zhao had gone in for questioning—thank goodness she hadn’t acted too fast. As for Mr. Zhang, he tossed and turned sleepless the whole night.
It wasn’t that Mr. Zhang was afraid Zhao would implicate him—for spending money on a water army, the worst could only be criticism and education, even if the victim was Mi Jingzhou. But the way public opinion was turning made him uneasy.
After much thought, he decided to contact Mi Jingzhou the next day to see if he could arrange an early trial fitting for a prosthesis. If possible, he would bring all his recording equipment to investigate himself.
Of course, to avoid being rejected by Mi Jingzhou, at two in the morning he contacted Gu Sheng, hoping Gu Sheng could make the introduction again. The price—a parcel of land in the Capital suburbs, offered at cost.
The small building on that plot was where Mi Jingzhou’s parents had held their wedding.
Gu Sheng knew perfectly well Zhang was dangling bait, and sensed Zhang’s vague animosity, but to please his biological dad... After careful weighing, he decided to help arrange another introduction for Mr. Zhang.
But right after agreeing to Mr. Zhang, he sent screenshots and audio recordings of their chat straight to his father.
At this time, Qin Jingzhou and Ling Jing were still busy putting together foundational teaching materials.
When his “cheap son” messaged him, Qin Jingzhou replied with just one word: “Okay,” and went right back to work.
The next day was also when the Zhao brothers would be coming to try out the prostheses. The pair ran into Mr. Zhang, who was in a wheelchair, at the gate of the expert residence. After passing the routine inspection, the younger Zhao gave a cold laugh and walked in with his brother.
Mr. Zhang didn’t react—he’d come prepared, most of his recording equipment intact.
But as soon as they entered the Mi household, Mi Xiaoxiao approached carrying a device shaped exactly like a handheld thermometer. She scanned Mr. Zhang with the pusher, and seven “buttons” of various sizes tumbled out.
Now Mr. Zhang had no choice but to react. “I’m really curious,” he said.
The five foot seven Mi Xiaoxiao looked down at Mr. Zhang. “I’m curious too—how can you be this shameless?” Lifting the arm fitted with an exoskeleton, she punched him square in the face. “What I’m most curious about is, after getting hit by someone like me, how long are you going to cry for?”
Mr. Zhang clutched his face. The force of the blow tipped him and his wheelchair right over.
His bodyguards had no time to react, and could only watch helplessly as their boss fell, then dashed forward in a scramble to get him upright again.
Standing behind Mi Xiaoxiao, Gu Zhiwei stared at his girlfriend with glowing eyes. Sensing this, Mi Xiaoxiao turned and met his gaze.
He held out his hands. “Look, I’m shaking with excitement. I’ve got goosebumps.”
Mi Xiaoxiao: …
Everyone present found themselves—at a loss for words.
Ling Jing couldn’t hold back her laughter. “Kid, you’re on a whole new path now.” She nudged Qin Jingzhou, whose face was slightly complicated. “Childhood sweethearts… those two are a perfect match.”
Qin Jingzhou said helplessly, “I may not want to admit it, but you’re right.”