After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Late at night, the first batch of compensation payments from Qinghui Trust was disbursed.

Inside the main control hall of the manor, Chen Ya was still not resting.

On the screen in front of her, countless funds branched out, precisely injecting into each victim's account.

Xu Youwei sat to one side, pressing a broken hairpin tightly against her palm, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Her silver eyes beneath the hairpin were restless.

Zhou Ran noticed that her fingers, which were pressing down on the broken hairpin, were trembling.

"Can it still hold on?"

Xu Youwei nodded, speaking with some difficulty: "It's very quiet today."

Deep within the formation, Lin Qingxue corrected, "It's listening."

Everyone looked at the evidence box in the corner.

The imperial bones were not struck.

On the box wall, the three ancient characters "wait, trial, kill" flickered in sync with a certain heartbeat.

A new email popped up on Chen Ya's computer screen.

Unsigned.

No source found.

The title has only four characters.

[Supply Disruption Notice.]

She opened the email.

The names of 37 key drugs and medical consumables filled the entire screen.

Intensive care, postoperative repair, stabilization of special physical conditions, auxiliary materials for wafer removal... each one hits the nail on the head.

The letter was sent by more than 30 overseas pharmaceutical companies, medical consumables groups, and patent holders.

The reasons were surprisingly consistent.

"Supply chain risks".

"Compliance review".

"force majeure."

At the end of the email was a note from the White Tower Council.

[Hand over the remains of the imperial prince, and the suspension of supplies will be lifted immediately.]

Fatty Wang muttered under his breath, "These bastards, they just got slapped on the left cheek and now they're offering their right?"

Chen Ya swiped her finger across the screen until she reached the end.

Her fingers stopped.

Zhou Ran asked her, "What's wrong?"

Chen Ya enlarged the name of one of the materials to full screen.

[Silver marrow cooling agent replacement.]

Lin Qingxue's breath caught in her throat for a second.

Xiao Rou's expression also changed.

"This is... a substitute material for stabilizing the backlash of the Dharma Eye."

Zhou Ran's gaze was fixed on that line of text.

The cold light from the screen outlined the contours of his face as if they had been carved by a knife and axe.

The knife of cutting off overseas supplies was no longer pointed at those faceless patients, but directly stabbed those around him.

Ten minutes after the supply cut-off notice was issued, overseas media outlets began publishing reports simultaneously.

The title uses consistent wording.

Following Qinghui Trust's takeover of Shenghui's assets, hospitals in many parts of Xia State are facing a shortage of deadly drugs.

Zhou Ran could sink a hospital ship, but he couldn't save the patients in the intensive care unit.

[Comment: Commercial order should not be trampled upon by extraordinary violence.]

After reading a few news articles, Fatty Wang slammed his phone down on the table with a loud "bang".

"They cut off the funding, and they're playing the victim? Have they no shame?!"

Chen Ya didn't look up and said, "In the war of public opinion, whoever defines the issue first gains half the high ground."

Qin San's voice carried a hint of murderous intent: "Should I take some men and take down the media server that's publishing the article?"

Chen Ya glanced at him.

"If you take down the media, they'll write tomorrow that you're trying to cover it up because you're guilty."

Qin San fell silent.

He wasn't afraid of killing, but he was indeed not good at this kind of bloodless battlefield.

Zhou Ran sat next to the main seat, with the Taihuang Black Blade on the table. The scabbard was ancient and unseen.

He didn't say he was going to steal the medicine.

This gesture allowed several hospital directors who had just joined the meeting via video to secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Chen Ya pulled up the list of 37 products that had been cut off from supply.

"Grouping".

Her words were concise.

"Xiao's Supply Chain is responsible for spot inventory and domestic alternative manufacturers."

"The official drug regulatory body is responsible for clinical equivalence approval and emergency green channels."

"Xiaorou, you're in charge of testing the activity of all alternatives."

"Su Qingling, Su Qingwu, set up the first batch of stabilizing arrays for the replacement medication."

"Lin Qingxue, mark all patent traps related to the pollution of the virtual realm."

"Xu Youwei, don't force the opening of the Silver Eye. Use it to sense the list and mark the entries that have the right to see."

Xu Youwei nodded, and beneath the new bandage wrapped around her palm, the end of the broken hairpin was visible.

"I know."

Fatty Wang raised his hand.

"And me?"

Chen Ya did not pause.

"You are responsible for moving all the old Sheng Hui consumables out of the warehouses of the nineteen hospitals, sorting them, sealing them, and attaching evidence labels. Don't break them."

Fatty Wang muttered to himself, "Why am I the one moving things again?"

Zhou Ran glanced at him.

"What you're moving isn't just things, it's evidence that will be used to cover up their crimes later."

Fatty Wang immediately straightened his back and perked up.

"Understood! I'll make sure no evidence escapes our notice!"

In the conference room, everyone looked serious.

Behind the 37 products that were out of supply are the treatment plans for thousands of patients.

Some medications can wait.

Some life-saving supplies cannot wait even for a moment.

Especially for chip removal surgery, many patients have just been rescued from the Holy Light White Tower system and are in extremely poor physical condition. If they stop taking medication again, it is tantamount to a second murder.

Chen Ya projected the first batch of data analysis results onto the screen.

"There are 21 alternatives available domestically."

"Nine types can be procured through special channels in Southeast Asia."

"The remaining seven all involve Sheng Hui's patent traps."

A drug regulatory expert frowned.

What does "patent trap" mean?

Lin Qingxue's projection sat upright in the center of the array, her eyes covered by black silk, her tone calm.

"The drug itself is not difficult to imitate."

"They have embedded the White Tower Agreement in core auxiliary materials, packaging films, stabilizers, and even testing standards."

On the screen, extremely thin lines extend from the names of the drugs and eventually merge into Sheng Hui's vast old patent database.

"As long as Ching Hui produces or purchases alternatives, they will initiate patent litigation, drag out our approval process, and then launch a public opinion campaign, claiming that Ching Hui is disregarding human life and using non-compliant drugs."

Mr. He, who just joined yesterday, is also online.

She stared at the crisscrossing patent diagram, her brows furrowed.

"They use a combination of patent barriers, and lawsuits often drag on for three to five years."

Chen Ya said, "Therefore, we will not engage in ordinary litigation with them."

She looked at Zhou Ran.

Zhou Ran raised his hand, and the phantom of the White Bone Pen appeared at his fingertips.

The tiny crack on the pen tip is still there.

Chen Ya cautioned: "Use at low intensity."

Zhou Ran hummed in agreement.

"Mark the evidence, but don't rewrite reality."

He opened the thick stack of Shenghui's patent documents.

The white bone pen fell.

The first patent concerns a certain drug stabilizer.

The pen tip lightly tapped the "Experiment Source" field.

In the blank appendix section, bright red ink, like blood, seeped forcefully from the pages.

[Sample source: Blood extract from an individual with special physical conditions, unauthorized; subject number 073 has died.]

The second patent is for an auxiliary membrane used in wafer removal surgery.

[Clinical trial subjects: 127 patients passively implanted with the Jiangcheng Baita system. No informed consent was obtained.]

The third patent, a substitute for silver marrow condensate.

This time, the handwriting appeared extremely slowly.

A drop of blood seeped from Zhou Ran's fingertip and dripped onto the pen.

Deep within the formation's core, Lin Qingxue's body trembled slightly, letting out a suppressed groan.

A streak of blood seeped from the lower corner of the black silk covering the eyes, its color deepening.

"Don't look too deep."

Zhou Ran stopped writing, his voice slightly somber.

Lin Qingxue said, "Continue."

Zhou Ran frowned.

Chen Ya also raised her head: "Lin Qingxue."

Lin Qingxue pressed one hand against the array's core beneath her to stabilize her breathing.

"This item is not only related to me, but also to White Pagoda Island."

Zhou Ran did not try to persuade him further.

He smeared the drop of blood from his fingertip directly onto the tip of the bone pen.

The pen strokes fell.

A complete line of red text finally appeared.

[Core ingredient: Cold-bryophyte siliceous algae.]

[Sampling location: The seventh underground freezing area of ​​Baita Island.]

[Experimental Purpose: To simultaneously stabilize the rejection reactions of the "Eye of the Moon Emperor in the Mortal Realm," the "Remnant Power of the Left Eye of the Heavenly Corpse," and the "Sample Judgment Carrier for the Emperor's Son."]

The hall was quiet.

The silver eye in Xu Youwei's palm trembled violently at that moment.

She pressed the broken hairpin down hard, her knuckles turning white.

"It's afraid of this name."

Xiao Rou stared intently at the documents.

"Cold-blooded silver algae is not a medicinal material, but a highly active, regulated medium. It simply cannot be cultivated in ordinary laboratories."

Chen Ya highlighted this item in red and placed it at the top.

"Put it at the back first."

She turned to the drug regulatory expert and General Manager He, speaking rapidly.

"All 21 domestic alternatives must complete batch testing by tonight."

Mr. He nodded emphatically.

"I've put all three production lines at full capacity, and the first batch of substitutes will be ready within twelve hours!"

The drug regulatory expert said, "As long as the data is up to standard, I'll sign off on the emergency approval! But I need absolutely safe preliminary verification!"

Xiao Rou pushed a small wooden box, about the size of her palm, in front of the camera.

The box lid is opened.

Inside, a dozen or so translucent, crystalline worms lay neatly arranged.

"They have consumed the remnants of the Void Realm chips, so they react to the Moon Emperor's contamination the fastest and most directly."

An elderly expert with gray hair hesitated, his eyelids twitching.

"Using...using Gu worms for drug testing?"

Xiao Rou looked at him and asked in return.

"Can your machine detect 0.1% of virtual contamination in a dose within three minutes?"