Lin Wannian was speechless: "The player ranked 9th on the list may have passed away. His ranking will probably drop down someday."
077 said conservatively: "From the current point of view, about half a year."
Before Lin Late Years could say anything, it continued: "But in the copy plane, this time belongs to the level of ordinary hosts. If you want to get more money, you must complete the task in the shortest time."
Lin Wannian slumped down on the sofa, scratched his head, and muttered, "I have to think of a way first."
"We suggest you complete the third task first." 077 reminded him.
Lin's thoughts were interrupted, so he had to follow the system's advice: "Okay."
He went upstairs again.
When I returned to the room, I found that Sang Zhilin was missing.
The only explanation is that he quit the game.
Lin Wannian threw himself down on the soft bed. He closed his eyes and thought about other things. As he was thinking, he fell asleep.
【Reality】
"Is there something you want to tell me so late? Are you feeling tired after working for such a long time?" Ms. Qiao asked jokingly.
"No. Mom, when I was sorting out the documents on your desk today, I saw a patient named Lin Wan. I was quite interested in his condition. Did you cure him in the end?"
Sang Zhilin asked slowly, his tone as if he was seeking the truth with a learning attitude.
Ms. Qiao was silent for a while: "This happened a year ago. I heard that he is still in the hospital for treatment. You go to visit your grandfather, they should know about it."
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