"These medicines should have been obtained by Wen Lu using her own resources. You should know this and not let anyone else know. You know better than I how valuable these things are. Don't spread this around, lest it cause trouble for Wen Lu."

What's causing me trouble?

When Wen Lu came out of the bathroom, she heard what Wang Jinyu said. She was a little curious, wondering what kind of trouble could possibly frighten her. She was never worried about causing trouble; on the contrary, she worried that there would be too little trouble and that life wouldn't be exciting enough.

Looking at Wen Lu's fearless demeanor, Wang Jinyu couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. This girl was much cuter when she was still soft and cute. Since leaving the Wen family, she no longer wanted to hide anything and had become increasingly arrogant and unrestrained.

Ling He looked at Wen Lu and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. How come he hadn't noticed how capable this little girl was before?

"Where did you get these medicines from?"

Ling He looked at Wen Lu and finally asked the question he wanted to ask: he really wanted to know about Wen Lu's relationship with the research institute.

"Does it matter where it comes from? As long as it works, that's all that matters."

Wen Lu looked at Ling He's curious eyes, smiled faintly, then walked past him to the coffee table and picked up the medicine for treating wounds.

She walked up to Wang Jinyu and, without any hesitation, lifted the blanket covering him and began to unwrap the bandages from his body.

Wen Lu gently removed the bandage. Ling He looked at Wang Jinyu's wound and gasped, "Brother Yu, why isn't your wound healing?"

Upon hearing Ling He's question, Wen Lu raised her head and gave a cold smile that sent chills down Ling He's spine.

"Why do you always laugh at me? I don't think I'm as bad as you think!"

Ling He saw that Wen Lu looked unconvinced, and he wanted to put up a fight.

Seeing Ling He's unconvinced expression, Wen Lu gave a light, annoyed snort.

"You know in your heart whether you're good enough or not. I'll give you another chance. I can send you to the M Continent Medical Research Institute for further studies. Do you want to go? I'll give you one night to think about it. Tell me tomorrow morning."

After speaking, Wen Lu turned her gaze back to Wang Jinyu's wound.

According to her observation, Wang Jinyu's wounds were not failing to heal, but the healing speed was affected. It seems that the injection on the 17th still had a bug, so developing an antidote should not be difficult.

After examining Wang Jinyu's wound for a while, Wen Lu began to clean it. Then, she gently applied the anti-inflammatory medicine and wound-healing medication that she had mailed from M Continent to Wang Jinyu's wound.

Ling He, who had been standing there in a daze for a while, hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to help Wen Lu bandage Wang Jinyu.

"Lu Bao, what happened to Brother Yu's wound? Why hasn't it healed after several days?"

Ling He looked at the blood-streaked wound and still couldn't understand it at all. All the medicines he had used before were brought back from his clinic. There couldn't possibly be any problems with them, right?

"Didn't you notice? His wound is still bleeding. What do you think is the reason for that?"

Wen Lu had finished treating Wang Jinyu's wounds and had time to answer Ling He's question, but her attitude wasn't very good.

She felt that Ling He had wasted his university education if he could ask such a question; she really wanted to know how he got into the medical organization in the first place.

"You mean Yu-ge has a problem with his blood clotting function? That doesn't make sense. I had Yu-ge's blood tested before, and there were no abnormalities in his body. His platelet count was also normal."

Ling He looked at Wen Lu with a puzzled expression. He wasn't unaware of the problem Wen Lu was referring to; he just wanted to know the cause of the problem.

"I don't know the cause of this problem. Right now, we can only see if the medicine from the Medical Research Institute can promote the healing of his wound. If the medicine from the institute is also ineffective, we will have to send him to the Medical Research Institute for further research."

Wen Lu looked at Wang Jinyu and said half-jokingly, but her words also contained a hint of seriousness. If he really couldn't get better, she really would have to send him away. If it continued to drag on, he would lose his life.

Just then, Wen Lu's phone rang. She took it out of her pocket, glanced at the number on the screen, and wondered why the old man would call her at this time.

Wen Lu took her phone and walked out of the room, only answering the old man's call in the bathroom.

"What's wrong? Why are you calling me?"

Wen Lu spoke in a cold voice, but it did not dampen the old man's enthusiasm.

“Ghost Hand, you should be inland, right? I recently received an urgent order for a kneecap surgery. The patient is a dancer and has very high requirements for the surgery. Could you go and perform this surgery? It just so happens that the patient is also in Harbin.”

The old man spoke excitedly on the other end of the phone. His phone screen was still displaying the reward: one million US dollars... quite a sum of money.

Although it couldn't compare to Wen Lu's investment, the research institute really needed the money; he felt that even a small amount was still money.

"No, you can arrange for someone else to go. I don't know how to perform this surgery."

Listening to the old man's description, Wen Lu knew who it was without even guessing. Asking her to perform surgery on that woman was simply delusional.

She was already being very kind by not stopping the researchers from going.

The old man was a little disappointed to hear Wen Lu's straightforward refusal, but he quickly composed himself, since he hadn't held out much hope when he asked.

He knows her personality too well; there would be a problem if she agreed.

"Alright, alright, since you don't want to go, I won't force you. I'll arrange for someone else to go. The things you need should arrive at the airport around 2 a.m. Do you still want to pick them up yourself?"

"No need, I'll arrange for someone else to pick up the goods. I might send someone to your research institute soon. When that person arrives, don't reveal your relationship with me, and don't reveal my identity either. You should let him learn as much as possible; I don't want him to disgrace the research institute."

Wen Lu hesitated for a moment, but she felt that Ling He would definitely give her a positive answer first thing tomorrow morning.

If the answer wasn't affirmative, she would look down on him, and then the two of them would have no future working relationship.

Upon hearing Wen Lu's words, the old man couldn't help but feel sympathy for the person Wen Lu cared about, and he sighed softly with a sense of helplessness.

"Ghost Hand, you can't always judge others by your standards. You are a medical genius, but not everyone is as good as you. In fact, those people you consider unqualified are outstanding talents in their respective fields. There's no need to discourage them. Don't you think there are many people like you?"