In the living room of Yeyuan.
Dressed in a qipao, Su Hua sat in a chair with her legs elegantly crossed, reading the business magazine in her hands.
"President Su."
Jiang Qing walked over carrying a thick stack of documents to give Su Hua her work report.
Su Hua listened quietly.
"President Su, here is your schedule for tomorrow. Please take a look and see if there are any issues."
After finishing her report, Jiang Qing handed the schedule over to Su Hua.
Su Hua did not take it. Her face expressionless, she instructed, "Cancel all my appointments for tomorrow morning. I have other plans."
"But there's an important meeting with the Han Group tomorrow..." Jiang Qing said hesitantly.
"Just do it," Su Hua replied.
"Yes, President Su." Jiang Qing had no choice but to comply.
Fortunately, although tomorrow's meeting was quite important, it was the Han Group that was begging for their cooperation. Postponing the meeting wouldn't cause any real issues.
"President Su, may I ask what your plans are for tomorrow morning?" Jiang Qing inquired curiously.
The corners of Su Hua's lips curled up slightly. "I need to make a trip to Shangqing University," she replied.
Jiang Qing furrowed her brows.
Come to think of it, President Su hadn't visited Shangqing University in a long time. Why the sudden desire to go there now?
Suddenly, Jiang Qing remembered a phone call. An employee from the Su Group, who was involved in chip research at Shangqing University, had called to report that Jiang Yutong had chased Young Master Lin all the way into the chip project team.
Right after that report, President Su was heading to the university the very next day.
Could it be... that President Su was going to Shangqing University specifically to deal with Jiang Yutong?
Jiang Qing had a strong feeling that she had hit the nail on the head.
President Su was truly something else—she was even getting jealous of Young Master Lin's own cousin.
President Su's people had already swung into action. As soon as they found an opportunity, they would capture Jiang Yutong and give her a good scare.
Never mind.
She'd better stop gossiping about Jiang Yutong behind her back. After all, didn't President Su even get jealous of her own secretary?
To protect herself, she had already found a man and gotten a marriage certificate, making them a married couple in name only.
The man actually liked other men, but his family had been constantly pressuring him to get married. He needed a wife in name, and she needed a husband in name.
From now on, they would just lead their separate lives.
When the opportunity arose, she would have to bring him around and parade him in front of President Su. That way, President Su would never suspect her of having any inappropriate designs on Young Master Lin.
"There's nothing else for now. You may leave," Su Hua said.
"Understood, President Su." Jiang Qing then took her leave from Yeyuan.
Su Hua gazed at her left wrist, looking at the diamond bracelet Lin Xuan had given her.
"Xuan, you are mine," Su Hua murmured. "You will always belong to me and me alone. No one will ever take you away from my side."
She would never let anyone who coveted Xuan off the hook.
Jiang Yutong...
Su Hua clenched her fists tightly, a dark glint flashing in her eyes.
Yundu First Central Hospital, inside the operating room.
Lin Xuan glanced at the time on his watch and spoke up, "Ten seconds left."
The surrounding doctors looked at him, their faces full of confusion.
Ten seconds?
What did Lin Xuan mean by that?
Lin Xuan began to count down. "Ten."
"Nine."
"Eight."
"..."
Even though none of the doctors in the operating room knew what Lin Xuan meant by ten seconds, hearing him count down the numbers made them feel inexplicably tense.
Tick, tock—
Time trickled by, second by second.
Lin Xuan reached the final three numbers.
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
The moment he finished, one of the doctors noticed Zhao Mei's hand.
Pointing at Zhao Mei excitedly, he exclaimed, "It moved! It moved! The patient's finger just moved!"
The other doctors in the room furrowed their brows tightly.
Was this some kind of joke?
Her heartbeat and breathing had been stopped for so long. She was already dead. How could her finger possibly move?
He must have been seeing things.
Seeing that they didn't believe him, the doctor said anxiously, "It's true! Her finger really moved. I didn't see it wrong. If you don't believe me, go take a look yourselves."
Half in doubt, another doctor stepped forward and began to check Zhao Mei's heartbeat and breathing once more.
His hand trembled.
"This is impossible," Dr. Feng muttered to himself. "How is this possible?"
Refusing to believe it, Dr. Feng checked her heartbeat once again.
It was true!
Her heart had started beating again!
Dr. Feng then moved to check Zhao Mei's breathing.
As soon as he placed his finger under Zhao Mei's nose, his hand shook. Filled with excitement, he announced, "Her heartbeat has returned, and she's breathing! The patient... she... she's alive!"
Boom!
Every single doctor in the room widened their eyes in shock.
She had actually come back to life.
This... this was simply too unbelievable.
Outside the operating room, the observing doctors were equally stunned.
Dr. Chen furrowed his brows.
He had aborted the surgery earlier because there was a very high chance the patient would die on the operating table.
Yet Lin Xuan had just completed the entire procedure—a massive surgery at that—and she still hadn't died...
How was this possible?
She was alive...
Lin Qingxiu's eyes also went wide in disbelief.
That patient had been dead as a doornail. How could she possibly be alive?
However...
It was possible that she had never died in the first place. Perhaps she had a heartbeat and was breathing all along, and that group of doctors had simply misdiagnosed her, mistakenly believing she had passed away.
Even if she wasn't dead, in her current condition, she wouldn't live much longer anyway.
The Hospital Director, on the other hand, looked as though he had expected this all along.
He just knew that Lin Xuan would bring them a miracle.
"Lanzhi," Butler Wang said excitedly. "Did you hear what everyone is saying? Your daughter's heartbeat and breathing have returned. She's not dead!"
Tears welled up in Nanny Zhao's eyes as she nodded emphatically. "Yes, I heard it all. My daughter is still alive."
Hope was rekindled in her heart.
The doctors had all claimed that if they continued with the surgery, her daughter would die. Yet now, Xuan had completed the surgery, and her daughter was still alive.
Did this mean...
That her daughter's body would truly recover...
Inside the operating room, the onlookers couldn't help but whisper among themselves, "To think the patient really didn't die. It seems this Lin Xuan actually knows what he's doing."
"Exactly! If he can really cure leukemia and we can learn his techniques, we'll benefit tremendously as well."
If they could learn from Lin Xuan how to fully cure leukemia patients, they would absolutely become highly sought-after assets by hospitals everywhere they went.
Especially a method that could cure leukemia without the need for a bone marrow transplant—that would be a groundbreaking medical breakthrough.
"I think we shouldn't celebrate too early. She merely survived; it doesn't mean her body has fully recovered. There's no guarantee that Lin Xuan can actually cure her leukemia. Let's wait and see how things play out."
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
