Chapter 10 Health Why don’t you go see a psychiatrist?
Compared to Bian Ling, Wen Xun felt that he was a very normal person. But when he thought about his life experience, he felt that this mental state seemed quite normal: "Do you like living alone?"
"That's not the case. I don't like cleaning." So he chose to stay in a hotel.
"Then move in. The villa next door to my house is still empty. I promise not to let anyone disturb your normal life." Wen Xun was also sick, so he couldn't bear to see others ruining their bodies like this. "Don't you researchers like to see your results come to fruition?"
"Mr. Wen, you like to return to the scene a second time to confirm that it is the murderer. Don't you cherish your life?"
Wen Xun laughed out loud: "How come you didn't get poisoned to death when you licked yourself?"
"Okay, are the partial test reports for the targeted drug out?" Bian Ling understood clearly. Investors like Wen Xun, who came from a wealthy family and had good vision, would only increase their bets when they saw tangible benefits. "Are you worried that I'll become too depressed and commit suicide?"
"...No." Wen Xun refused to admit it.
"Yes, it is. I didn't really want to live, but the Shen family is still alive. I think it's better to live a few more days." Bian Ling looked at the two large bags of water above his head, his hands itching to move, "Can I pull it out?"
In this era, we still need intravenous drips to restore our strength. This is too inefficient.
"No, you're still weak." Wen Xun tried to communicate. If he was just curious at first, now he definitely has a heart of admiration for talent and a mentality of mentoring. "Bian Ling, can you tell me why you don't want to live?"
"You don't need a reason to live, but do you need one to die?"
In Wen Xun's opinion, Bian Ling was a person who could not be described in conventional terms. Of course, he had never encountered such a mental state in his 35 years of life. "Do you need me to recommend a psychiatrist?"
Although he said so, Wen Xun knew that the other party would definitely refuse. It was obvious that Bian Ling was the kind of person who had a strong sense of boundaries and was very defensive.
"Okay, I love seeing a psychiatrist the most." Bian Ling didn't even bother looking at the IV drip next to him. "Do you think I won't have to go to jail if I remove someone's oxygen tube after I'm diagnosed with mental illness?"
Wen Xun: ...Okay, I’m already starting to regret it.
【Host, you scared him. 】
'Didn't that scare you?'
[…Host, why don’t you go see a psychiatrist?]
It was really afraid that one day the host would wake up and be taken to a mental hospital. After all, his mental state was really worrying. However, to the surprise of the system and Wen Xun, not only was Bian Ling's mental state very good, he even turned the psychologist against him.
Oh, it can’t be said to be instigation, it can only be said that the psychologist felt that Bian Ling was not only not sick, but was even a good material for being a psychologist.
Wen Xun looked at the two people who were talking happily and almost started to doubt his own mental state.
"Don't worry, Mr. Wen. Mr. Bian Ling's mental state is absolutely fine. He's not negative, he just doesn't like to use normal social language."
Is that just a question? Wen Xun was puzzled.
Bian Ling happily bought a can of Coke from the nearby vending machine with the freshly-made mental evaluation results. However, before he could take a sip, Wen Xun snatched it away: "You want to drink it? It's best not to drink high-sugar drinks during chemotherapy. But I'm not your attending physician, so drink it."
"...You also know this is a high-sugar drink!" Wen Xun handed the Coke to the assistant beside him, "I won't drink it, and neither can you. We haven't had enough water from yesterday!"
"I'm not a monk in a temple. I don't need to abide by these strict rules!" Bian Ling adjusted his glasses, which had fallen off slightly. He had long noticed that the prescription of these glasses didn't match him, but he hadn't been in the mood to change them in the past two days. "I'm about to be discharged from the hospital. Look, I'm much healthier than you."
"What are you going to do? Are you going to go online to deal with the Shen family again?"
"Oh, you know what I mean. I was just in a bad mood and was just killing time." Bian Ling pointed at the legs of his glasses. "I'm going to change my glasses, not to kill people or set fire to them."
Wen Xun was really worried about letting him out alone: "I'll ask the driver to take you there. The sun is quite strong outside."
Bian Ling waved the report in his hand and quickly disappeared at the elevator entrance.
Wen Xun watched them leave before he heaving a long sigh: "Keep an eye on the people from Rongshan Group. Don't let them appear before Bian Ling. Got it?"
"Okay, Mr. Wen," the assistant agreed, but he was also a little curious. "Why did Mr. Bian Ling use his real-name account to report Rongshan Group? This can be found out with a little trickery."
And he even named it "Sky Fire", which is so childish and not like Mr. Bian Ling's style. To be honest, the assistant is quite envious of his mental state. If he was so open-minded, he wouldn't still be brooding over the fact that he lost the argument with the student union president during his school days.
"Don't be fooled by his extreme words, he actually acts very methodically. He used his real name to give the Shen family a slap in the face. If he didn't leave his name, how would anyone know his abilities?"
He said nice things and asked him to go find Shen Xi'an's biological father to muddy the water, but in fact he couldn't stand the slightest bit of anger and turned around to give people online lessons.
"Then he is not afraid that the Shen family will deal with him?"
Wen Xun smiled: "What is he afraid of? He's not even afraid of death! Besides, don't I still have him? I'm more afraid of his death."
Assistant: ...Mr. Wen is truly the most sober-minded boss I have ever met.
"Oh, by the way, Director Kuang called and said the test results for the targeted drug are out."
When Wen Xun heard this, he immediately took the elevator to the top floor. In fact, if he had been a step later, Kuang Chunlai would have gone down to arrest the man. He dropped such a heavy bomb, but the man ran away. He was now as excited as if he had drunk a box of Red Bull.
"Mr. Wen, where are they? Didn't you go meet the developer of this targeted drug? Where is he? He's a genius, a one-of-a-kind genius! How could he have come up with this idea? So bold, so smart!"
It’s over. Director Kuang, who has always been calm and reserved, has gone crazy.
"His glasses... were broken, so he went to get a pair of glasses."
"What glasses? He actually has to go get them in person! President Wen, aren't you very wealthy? Shouldn't we move the optician's shop into the hospital so he can get them fitted?" Director Kuang said, finally managing to calm down a bit. However, his next words proved he wasn't much calmer, "I almost forgot, our hospital has an optometry center. Wouldn't it be better to just go get them in the building next door?"
"Director Kuang, please calm down a bit. Is the test report..."
"Mr. Wen, you truly are not destined to die." Philanthropy is certainly useful. Mr. Wen has always provided medical assistance to needy families, and now it's his turn, which is a stroke of luck. Who could have imagined that a miracle drug for cancer would appear so casually? "I even suspect that the person who developed this miracle drug understands cancer cells better than the cancer cells themselves."
It is an almost accurate targeted drug, with a hit rate of over 95% in attacking cancer cells. While eradicating cancer cells, it will also restructure the immune system, thereby making it immune to cancer cells at the root. As long as you follow the doctor's advice, even if it is a late-stage gastric cancer like Wen Xun, there is no need for surgery, and you can slowly recover by taking the medicine.
Even because of the comprehensive structure of the immune system, the recurrence rate of cancer will become extremely low.
This was definitely a groundbreaking invention. Kuang Chunlai looked at Wen Xun with even more eagerness: "Boss Wen, tell me honestly, was this developed by a cutting-edge foreign institution?"
Wen Xun could only deny it again and again: "Really? Do you think the foreign institution will let me take the medicine back to treat the disease?"
Director Kuang was also quite trendy: "What if you hired mercenaries to smuggle them back?"
"..." What's going on? I'm sick. President Wen found himself surrounded by lawless lunatics. Or are all you medical biology students like this? "So, when do we start treatment?"
"We can start anytime, but... Mr. Wen, I have a request."
"What?"
"My teacher, my senior brothers and sisters all want to come and observe. Can we record it and keep it?"
Wen Xun didn't object to being recorded, but he said in a bad mood: "What, all of you in the sect want to come and steal my skills?" Maybe that kid Bian Ling guessed it.
"It's not that exaggerated for the whole school. My student went to Germany for an exchange and can't come back. My junior fellow student also had surgery and couldn't leave."
...So if conditions permit, you really have to go all out.
"Furthermore, the reason I concluded that the developer had a deep understanding of cancer cells is because I discovered that this targeted drug has a biological anti-counterfeiting system. It's so ingenious that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to imagine it. Not only did they do it, they did it flawlessly. Anyway, with my level of knowledge, I don't even understand the principle behind this anti-counterfeiting."
No wonder he dared to give the medicine directly to Premier Wen so carelessly. It turns out that he is very skilled and bold.
Wen Xun: ...
"Boss Wen, why are you looking at me like that?"
"It's just a little regretful." After all, if it was really cracked, that arrogant boy Bian Ling would have to be treated like a dog. "Oh no, I'm just too surprised. Actually, there's one thing I haven't told you."
"What's up?"
"Well, the developer of this drug is actually only 24 years old this year. Because his place in graduate school was snatched away by someone else right before graduation, he switched careers to selling medical devices after graduation."
Kuang Chunlai didn't know for a moment whether to be surprised at the youth of this genius, or at this... "No, which school is he from? I'll fuck their principal! What the hell? No wonder the quality of interns has been getting worse and worse lately. All the good ones used to go out selling medical equipment!"
That’s not the case. I’m not studying medicine.
But Director Kuang was clearly no longer listening. He was completely lost in his own imagination, unable to extricate himself: "Ningda, right? What's wrong with the School of Biology? I dared to point my finger at their dean and scold him!"
Wen Xun: That’s great, I can now focus on treating my illness.
"A-choo, a-choo, a-choo—" Bian Ling sniffed and looked up at the air conditioner. "System, can you turn up the temperature a bit?"
[Host, wake up, this is a shopping mall, not your home! ]
"I don't have a home, so why is the mall no longer an option? Isn't it written over there? I'm God in the mall."
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