Chapter 6: Did the extra-legal influence on your AI civil service exam?
Bian Ling didn't care about the "unity and friendship" within the Shen family at all. It was not until the next day when Wen Xun came to bring him food that he learned that Rongshan Group had publicly recognized Shen Xi'an as the group's young master.
Why didn't he make it public earlier or later, but chose this time? Sima Zhao's intentions are now known to everyone.
"Oh." Bian Ling responded in a flat tone.
Wen Xun couldn't help but look up at Bian Ling. "It's not like he took the initiative to claim it. It just so happens that the foreign fashion week opened these two days. Last night, Madam Shen and Shen Xi'an were photographed landing at Charles de Gaulle Airport. Rumors were circulating online that he was being kept by a wealthy woman. Soon, it was also reported that the wealthy woman was the wife of the chairman of a domestic daily chemical giant. Perhaps for some reason, Rongshan Group simply disclosed his identity directly."
For a while, Chen Xi'an's fans online were as excited as if it were Chinese New Year. After all, he was a real noble man and there was no room for criticism.
After the group issued the announcement, Shen Xi'an accepted an interview with a fashion week reporter wearing a high-end dress from a famous brand. He said in fluent foreign languages that he originally did not want to rely on his family background to become famous, but now that his family's reputation is involved, he has to make it public. He hopes that fans will pay more attention to his work and not disturb his family.
As soon as the interview came out, Rongshan Group’s stock price rose by two percentage points.
"My experiment just failed." Bian Ling put down his chopsticks and sighed, "You said such disgusting things while I was eating. I'm in a bad mood now."
"so?"
"I don't want to live anymore."
"Want to buy a cemetery again?" In just two days, Premier Wen had perfectly passed the desensitization treatment, and Professor Bian played an indispensable role.
"I want to buy a cemetery for someone else."
...You're in such a bad mood. Wen Xun didn't want him to delay the experiment, so he quickly said, "Chen Xi'an is anxious to reveal his identity because he's afraid that you'll replace him in the Shen family after you return. He can also use your status as the young master of the group to gain some hidden benefits. I have some connections in the entertainment industry and can help you block his resources."
"So kind? Mr. Wen is still too kind. This is so boring." Professor Bian never needs to ask anyone else to do something when he wants to trick someone. "How about I forge a paternity test report for Shen Xi'an and Shen Jianghai? You know, it wouldn't be difficult for me."
"They are not..." Wen Xun was stunned. "No, you want to forge a report to prove that they are father and son? Forging a report is illegal."
He vaguely remembered that the report collected by the assistant only contained the results of the kinship test between Mrs. Shen and the two of them. Wen Xun didn't dare to imagine how turbulent the Shen family would be once this "false evidence" came out.
"So what? I haven't even used a sewing machine yet. Can't I try socialist transformation?" Bian Ling didn't care about it at all. "Besides, Mr. Wen will definitely hire the best lawyer to bail me out, right?" He was a complete outlaw.
You've taken all this into consideration. Is he some new kind of sucker?
"Mr. Wen, you don't really believe it, do you? It's so easy to expose, why would I go to jail for this?" Bian Ling said with an expression that said, "I'm just crazy, not stupid." "Help me find someone. Even fathers and sons need to fight together in battle. How can it be just one family? I hate watching happy endings."
"Who?"
"Chen Xi'an's biological father, the culprit behind the child swap."
"Switch the baby? Isn't it the wrong baby?" What kind of hospital is this? They didn't even notice that the baby was switched. Wen Xun decided to check it out and make sure to avoid it next time. "Does the Shen family know about this?"
"I don't care about them!" Bian Ling had figured out a way to buy graves for people. His emotions were under control, and he started talking about business. "Although the experiment just now failed, the basic prototype of the targeted drug is almost there."
Wen Xun immediately sat up straight.
"Your stomach tumor is in a poor location and is malignant, so its course is much faster than that of the average person. Although you're currently receiving conservative treatment, its effectiveness is clearly limited. With current medical methods, surgical resection is indeed the only way to prolong your life. However, the problem now is that the tumor is too large, making removal extremely difficult, right?"
This is why Wen Xun has not had surgery yet. Although there are targeted drugs on the market that can shrink tumors and can even be used in combination with laser treatment, the same thing applies: his disease is progressing too quickly and the speed of drug treatment cannot keep up with the speed of the disease.
But for Professor Bian, this is a difficult problem that can be easily overcome.
Ordinary targeted drugs only target tumors, but with his knowledge of the end times, he can directly target the human immune system. To put it bluntly, it is like replacing a computer from the last century with the latest antivirus software.
Of course, this cannot be achieved overnight. After all, Wen Xun's body also needs to adapt to this antivirus software. Bian Ling is conducting this adaptive experiment. Although it has failed temporarily, this is a process of trial and error.
As long as the dosage is right, this targeted drug will be ready.
Wen Xun understood: "If the tumor in my stomach shrinks, will I still need surgery?"
"Do you know about chocolate cysts? They grow in a woman's uterus and can only continue to grow because of the nourishment of flesh and blood. As long as a woman continues to menstruate, even if the enlarged cyst is surgically removed, it will continue to recur." Bian Ling turned around in his chair. "So the best way to treat chocolate cysts is to stop menstruation. Once there is no flesh and blood nourishment, it will wither on its own."
Since his own life was at stake, Wen Xun naturally couldn't be more careful: "Can I give this medicine to my attending physician for testing? This might reveal your research results."
Bian Ling raised his head and gave him a serious look: "I thought this was a default."
The laws of the last days are broken, and the snatching of scientific research results is commonplace. As long as there is a useful medicine on the market, you can imitate it and sell it on the black market. Of course, it is not allowed to be sold openly, and private transactions should not be too rampant. Bian Ling himself started his business by imitating medicines.
Therefore, medicines sold through formal channels in the last days have all undergone biological and formula ingredient anti-counterfeiting measures. Although Bian Ling was criticized for making his fortune by relying on generic drugs, when he started making his own original medicines, his anti-counterfeiting measures were better than anyone else's. His main slogan was "I can steal from others, but others cannot steal from me." His double standard was clear.
"You... are so selfless?" It doesn't seem like it.
"If your attending physician could really steal my research, I would be his dog."
Wen Xun: ...What a crazy tone.
He couldn't help but laugh: "Director Kuang is the top oncologist in the country, don't underestimate him."
"Then can he save your life?" Bian Ling said coldly.
Wen Xun turned off the microphone.
The adaptability experiment was quickly passed and the appropriate dosage value was obtained. Bian Ling then prepared a sufficient amount of targeted drugs and gave them to Wen Xun. As for whether to take them or how to cooperate with the treatment, he was not responsible for that.
Wen Xun looked at the neatly arranged rows of medicines in the incubator, unable to describe his feelings. "You haven't asked me to sign a liability waiver yet. Are you really that confident? Aren't you afraid that you'll be held accountable if I die?"
Bian Ling yawned nonchalantly: "If you eat it to death, I'll pay with my life. It just so happens that I don't really want to live."
"...Is this your reason for practicing medicine and dispensing medicine without a license?" Wen Xun had never seen anyone with such a weak legal awareness. Is legal education in the mountains so backward?
"You can return it to me, then report me and send me to jail. I'm actually willing to go to jail. At least someone will provide me with food." In the end times, this is a beautiful thing that countless people are trying their best to achieve but dare not even dream of.
The system, which had been dormant for several days and had just barely calmed itself down and decided to continue working, was completely devastated when it heard this.
[I can’t go to jail! I really can’t go to jail!]
[Do you know that rich people can make people suffer in prison with just a flick of their fingers? ]
"So what? I'm dead! Playing Battle Royale in prison isn't bad at all. It makes up for the fact that we can't kill people in a peaceful society."
[No, no! Host, I beg you, you can't have a criminal record!]
"What? My criminal record will affect your AI civil service exam?"
[……] What kind of hellish joke is this? It’s not funny at all!
The system wanted to go into hibernation again, but when I looked at the news about Shen Xi'an online, the whole system became dejected.
How could this happen? It's clearly not the time for Shen Xi'an to reveal his identity yet. What went wrong? How could they do this?!
"You've brought me here, and you expect me to follow the original book?"
【Host, what did you do? 】
Wen Xun left with the thermostatic medicine box, and Bian Ling began packing up the lab equipment. After the lab was completely restored, he washed his hands, left his keys, and left with a report. It was the afternoon sun at its hottest, and the Jingda campus was deserted, so he simply found a bench by the lake and sat down.
[Host, what's that report in your hand? Is it a forged paternity test report?]
"How about if I jump out of here and drown, and it's on the front page of the morning news tomorrow?"
"Host, please don't add unnecessary burdens to this prestigious school! You're so smart, you shouldn't waste your talent! Please focus on your career and stop changing the life of the original owner, Bian Ling."
"That's not good, isn't it? Isn't this your mission?" Bian Ling crossed his legs and looked at his reflection in the lake. It was so comfortable. He wasn't used to this comfortable and peaceful world. "Besides, this world doesn't need the Dawn No. 1 Potion. To me, even the most cutting-edge scientific research results are just old stuff."
[Host, what do you want? Do you really want to die?]
"It's fine to be alive, and it's fine to be dead too. System, you're an AI, but why aren't you as open-minded about life and death as I am? You're being a bit too human."
The system has never felt so exhausted. Why did it bind itself to this host in the first place?
"Then why did you save Wen Xun? He didn't give you anything."
"I wanted to save him, so I did. Do you think I need a reason to do something?"
The system suddenly began to miss the host who had "never responded" a few days ago. Why hadn't it realized before that a host who answered questions seriously could be so lethal? It thought and thought, and finally couldn't help but whimper.
When it opened the phone next to it while sobbing, it jumped up and down:
What did you do to this rubbish boss?! Why is he kowtowed to you on WeChat? Are you digging up his family's grave?!
The author has something to say:
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System: The sky is falling [bursts into tears]! Huh? It seems like the sky is falling for my rubbish boss too?! [Let me see]
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