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Chapter 405. Sacred Relics and Divine Grace Coupons
Summers noticed that Jiang Jianxin was preoccupied, and although he had just finished an operation himself, he still told her to go to the ward to rest first.

He took a set of cutlery, carefully divided his midnight snack in half, and put it into a clean lunchbox.

"despair."

When I gently pushed open the ward door, I saw Jiang Jianxin sitting at a small round table by the window, intently examining something in his hand by the light of the desk lamp.

Because the president arranged for him to be admitted, Jiang Jianxin's room was a top-notch private ward, fully furnished, with warm yellow lighting that made the room exceptionally quiet.

Summers gently placed the lunchbox on the corner of the table, opened the lid for her, set out the chopsticks, and said softly:
"I just heated it in the microwave, eat it while it's hot."

"Ah good."

Jiang Jianxin was clearly too engrossed in his work to notice him entering.

The aroma of food wafted from the opened lunchbox; the crispy fried chicken mingled with the savory sausage, making her unconsciously swallow. She looked up, a little embarrassed.
"Thank you for sharing your dinner with me... Are you sure you don't have enough to eat?"

Summers smiled, a hint of weariness from the surgery showing in his eyes, but his tone remained gentle:

"It's okay. I have surgery tomorrow morning. I'll go to the cafeteria as soon as it opens and I'll be able to get the first serving of milk and bread."

He pushed the lunchbox toward her:

"Eat more so you can sleep in a little longer in the morning and won't wake up hungry."

Summers was about to leave when he suddenly noticed the two dark bullets on her desk and couldn't help but ask curiously:
Were those the two things you were just looking at?

Jiang Jianxin took a bite of fried chicken and mumbled:
"Yes."

Summers glanced at it and said:
"These are special bullets for the K4 large-caliber sniper rifle, made of carbon fiber. Bullets made of this material must be quite expensive. Seeing that you're carrying two shotgun shells, were you attacked by those two bullets?"

Jiang Jianxin almost choked on his fried chicken in surprise:

"how do you know?"

"Oh, is that so?"

Summers said embarrassedly:

"I used to be a logistics doctor for Rose Intelligence. Later, because of my excellent medical skills, I was discovered by the leader and transferred to Rose Medical as the person in charge."

"These are training materials from previous Rose Intelligence operations."

Jiang Jianxin looked at the two bullets and pondered for a moment, then finally packed them together and handed them to Summers, saying:
"Please call Jun Yunqi for me and ask her to find someone to take a look at these two bullets. Also, tell her I've been attacked."

Although I don't know why the president of the Rose Group is so good to me, I know I should make good use of the connections left by my family.

Jiang Jianxin stared at the bullet for a while, but even after examining it closely, he still couldn't get as much information as Summers, who had switched sides from Rose Intelligence, from a casual remark.

Giving these two carbon bullets to Jun Yunqi, and leveraging the immense power of the conglomerate, will allow them to find the person who wants to kill her more quickly.

"Okay, I'll make the call right away."

Summers took the two bullets, nodded, and left.

Although it's late, the CEO is definitely not off work yet, and the assistant department operates on a shift system, with a night shift assistant available to answer calls all day.

The attack was clearly a serious matter, and he planned to deal with it as soon as possible.

"pat..."

The ward door closed gently.

Jiang Jianxin poked around in the lunchbox with her chopsticks, first picking up the soft-boiled egg. The egg white was tender and smooth, and the yolk trembled slightly in mid-air. She took a bite, then picked up a grilled sausage that was crispy and fragrant, the aroma of oil spreading between her lips and teeth.

On the wall of Rose Medical Center, a huge pink rose emblem bloomed silently. Looking at the emblem of the world's leading conglomerate, coldly imprinted there, she suddenly felt a long-lost sense of peace slowly rising from the depths of her heart. ...

When I woke up again, it was already bright daylight, almost noon.

The pain jolted her awake the moment she opened her eyes. Jiang Jianxin reached for the medicine bottle by the bedside, poured out a numbing agent, and swallowed it with water.

Once the sharp pain was temporarily suppressed by the medicine, she got up and slowly walked towards the cafeteria.

Lunch was freshly cooked, steaming hot.

She stood at the food counter, looking at the dazzling array of dishes, and finally ordered a plate of braised pork.

The meat was rich and flavorful, with a perfect balance of lean and fatty meat, and it was served with several kinds of stir-fried seasonal vegetables, making it look very delicious.

The cafeteria at Rose Medical is free, though the cost may have been quietly incorporated into the exorbitant medical bills. In any case, the daily meals are never skimped on.

While waiting for her food, she noticed some milk and bread that hadn't been sold out that morning, so she casually grabbed a carton of milk.

The box wasn't big, but the milk was warm in my hand.

Jiang Jianxin carried her tray and sauntered to a seat by the window.

Sunlight streamed through the glass, casting a small patch of light on the edge of the table.

She wasn't in a hurry. By the light, she ate a bite of meat, a bite of rice, and occasionally sipped milk, slowly finishing the entire plate of food.

After the meal, a feeling of fullness, drowsiness, and contentment arose together.

Jiang Jianxin recalled the gathering he saw on the hospital rooftop last night when he was searching for a place to stop his sword. It was a lively scene with lights, laughter, and shadowy figures.

On a whim, she went upstairs, intending to see the traces left after last night's festivities and get some fresh air to aid digestion.

Unexpectedly, the decorations from last night had already been completely removed, and a new set was being set up. Several elegant ladies, dressed in hospital gowns, stood to the side conversing quietly, while workers brought in new flower stands and sheer curtains.

Jiang Jianxin didn't approach; instead, he walked alone to the railing.

The wind was strong and slightly chilly at the top, instantly stealing away the warmth from my body.

She squinted, gazing at the blurry outline of the city in the distance, and faintly heard the soft laughter of the ladies, like the wind blowing through leaves.

"Oh...did you know that the Rose Group has been buying up a lot of faith-related artifacts recently? I heard that a single stone sold for several hundred gold coins and was exchanged for several low-level divine grace vouchers at the temple."

"Of course I've heard... Hey! You said a stone sold for a hundred gold pieces, how much would my family's famous painting by the saint sell for?"

"I heard that many people are searching for useless relics in their homes to sell to the Rose Group for money... Speaking of which, I have a discarded Holy Grail at home, which I don't need to use anyway, so I might as well sell it."

"I think that sacred objects are not as good as divine grace. After all, they are inanimate objects, and they are not as good as real blessings. Anyway, I have sold all the sacred objects in my house and exchanged them for divine grace vouchers. Next time I go to church, I will use more divine grace vouchers to exchange for a big blessing from God."

"What you're saying... does seem to make sense."

"Right, right? I asked a junior member of the Geographical Society branch, and she said the same thing. Relics are useless if you keep them at home. They are not as practical as divine grace certificates."

……

The hushed conversations rose and fell, and Jiang Jian thought for a moment before suddenly sensing that something was amiss.

These ladies were all planning to sell the relics for charitable vouchers, but last night she overheard the parishioners on night patrol discussing—

Isn't the deity about to enter a period of silence?

　I'm done writing, I can't write anymore. I'll only post three updates today, and the fourth will be tomorrow. Also, I'll randomly choose one day, Saturday or Sunday, to post three updates.

　　(End of this chapter)