Not long after, Song Baichuan arrived with some gifts.

The inspection process was quick; Ye Jiu hadn't been standing at the door for long before Song Baichuan, the AI, came out.

A rare serious expression appeared on Song Baichuan's usually calm face.

Ye Jiu saw this expression and felt that things weren't looking good either. Wait, shouldn't this be a good outcome?

Song Baichuan remained silent for a long time, organizing his thoughts. He flipped through the paper report repeatedly. Ye Jiu, growing impatient, finally spoke up, "Just get to the point, stop beating around the bush."

Song Baichuan gasped, "Hiss, Young Master's condition... is very strange."

What's strange about it?

"Indeed, the nerves in his legs are starting to recover, which is why he has feeling in his legs. Even his ears are showing signs of improvement... That's all good. The strangest thing is his mental strength..."

"The report says his mental state is stable, with no signs of confusion." Song Baichuan tilted his head in confusion. "This is too strange. There might be a problem with the equipment. I think I need to have the young master tested again."

Oh, so that's what happened. That does sound quite unbelievable.

“However, the equipment is regularly maintained, and if there were any problems, it would have been repaired or replaced long ago.” Ye Jiu shrugged. “You know, Huaiyou cares about Huaijin’s health quite a bit.”

At least in terms of medical care, Huaiyou never skimped on Huaijin's treatment in the slightest.

As for Song Baichuan, he was initially sent by Huaiyou, but was later betrayed by Huaijin using his financial power.

This is also why Ye Jiu felt comfortable letting him conduct the examination. She trusted those she employed and believed that he would figure out how to talk to Huaiyou after all these years.

Song Baichuan frowned. "The instrument couldn't possibly be malfunctioning... This result is even stranger."

Ye Jiu smiled and said, "What if it's a miracle? Let's hope Huaijin gets better."

“One thing at a time, I need science to explain this phenomenon.” Song Baichuan handed the report to Ye Jiu. “You can take a look first, and I’ll bring my miniature detector over tomorrow to confirm it again.”

"If the result is still the same, then a medical miracle has truly occurred in Huaijin's case. This is incredible."

"Okay, okay. Anything else? Is there anything else you need to tell me?"

"Now that the nerves in your leg are starting to recover, let's begin rehabilitation. Take it slow, it will get better and better. There's nothing else to worry about. In short, no matter what, the results of this examination are good."

Ye Jiu nodded, "Yes, yes, I know it's a good thing."

After seeing Song Baichuan off, Ye Jiu went in to see Huai Jin, who had just been moved from the medical bed to a wheelchair.

Hearing the door open, he looked up and saw Ye Jiu. His eyes lit up. "What did Song Baichuan say?"

Ye Jiu smiled and said, "That's good news, your leg will get better."

Huaijin didn't believe it. "Really? Sister is just kidding me, isn't she?"

"The fact that you can feel your legs is the best proof." Ye Jiu walked over and tapped him on the head. "Can't you feel it yourself?"

Huaijin hugged her tightly, pouting, "I just can't believe it."

"I'm just afraid this is all a dream, all my wild imagination."

Well, the disappearance of mental chaos does sound absurd.

Ye Jiu let him hug her, and a few minutes later she suddenly said, "Next month, Huaiyou is going to hold a coming-of-age ceremony for you."

“I know the company has been unstable lately, and he needs funds.”

"Do you have any birthday wishes in mind? I haven't decided what to get you yet."

"I like everything my sister gives me."

That's what they say, but the birthday gift Huaijin wanted most was Ye Jiu, her companionship, and her promise.

But considering his legs, he's qualified to compete in this contest to win over the older sister, right?

Ye Jiu was a little worried; giving someone a birthday gift was really too much of a brain drain.

——

Just after leaving the hospital, Su Huo and Pei Zhiyu were taken away by people from the Life Research Institute.

The results were so shocking that the Life Research Institute used its privileges to bring people over for investigation for the first time.

What were you doing before the accident?

The blazing light shone on Su Huoyan's eyes, and he squinted. He thought to himself, "They're using this method of interrogating prisoners on them. How boring."

"I'm discussing with Pei Zhiyu how to defeat the Zerg."

"You all have mental disorder, so you shouldn't be able to drive the mechs."

"It's okay, it hurts a little, but I can bear it, I won't die."

What happened during the process?

"Fight the Zerg, and then kill it."

"Is my mental energy sufficient?"

"As long as I don't die, that's fine. If I do die, I'm dead."

"That's it? Did you experience anything strange along the way?"

Does a sudden burst of energy after being completely exhausted count as a deathbed rally?

This was something he and Pei Zhiyu had agreed upon; they would all be attributed to human potential, a last burst of energy in the nick of time, and they would miraculously recover.

Ultimately, adrenaline is a strange thing; it varies from person to person, and even the Institute of Life Sciences can't come to any conclusions.

The researcher was inevitably somewhat frustrated when he couldn't get anything out of him, but he appeared natural and showed no signs of lying.

"May we draw a vial of your blood for research?"

"Whatever." Su Huo offered his hand for him to draw.

They won't figure anything out anyway.

They're actually quite relieved that there are no security cameras in the nursing home rooms, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to hide it from the public at all.

Pei Zhiyu underwent a similar process, including having his blood drawn and released.

The two met at the entrance of the research institute and simultaneously threw away their cotton swabs.

"Is it over?"

"No, they might question us further, but it doesn't matter, they won't find anything out."

Su Huo thought of Ye Jiu, "Is this what you call leaving us with a mess?"

"Tch." Pei Zhiyu scoffed without comment and walked out.

Feeling awkward, Su Huo followed him. "But speaking of which, do you have any aftereffects?"

Pei Zhiyu lowered his eyes, "I don't feel anything at the moment."

No, it's not that he felt nothing, it's more like a mental dependence... He was somewhat addicted to that feeling.

It's rare to find someone who can control his mental power instead of being controlled by him, and who also has no ill intentions.

Last night, I dreamt of her the whole time. Even though we'd only been apart for two days, it felt like two years had passed.

Su Huo's answer was exactly what she expected: "I don't know if this counts. I always feel empty inside, and I'm a little anxious about losing it, but I've never had it."

Su Huo didn't make it clear, firstly because he just wanted to confide in someone and didn't need to explain it so explicitly, and secondly because he inexplicably didn't want to tell Pei Zhiyu.

These words came out of nowhere, and Pei Zhiyu was too lazy to think about what they meant, so he casually replied, "It'll be fine from now on, right?"

"The most urgent task is to deal with Fang Dingguo. Judging by the time, it's time for us to be transferred back to the military headquarters."

Just thinking about Su Huo makes me annoyed. "We'll kick him off the stage sooner or later. He's so overreaching. He deserves to suffer. When we go there, he'll be furious."

“He’s petty and vicious; he won’t last long.” Pei Zhiyu pushed up his glasses with his middle finger. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to get rid of him.”

"When is the best time to make a move?"

"Let's wait for an opportunity. It's not like we have to die."