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The ward was so quiet that only the regular ticking of the medical equipment and the soft breathing of a few people could be heard.

Academician Sun Jimin stood by the hospital bed, his eyes fixed on the constantly updating data on the screen.

His fingers unconsciously twirled the corner of his white coat, a habitual gesture he made when he was thinking.

Time passed slowly in silent observation.

ten minutes.

twenty minutes.

half an hour.

"Body temperature 36.8 degrees Celsius, stable."

"Heart rate is stable..."

Assistant Wu reported the changes in various key indicators in a low voice.

The nursing staff meticulously recorded subtle changes in Zhao Lin's breathing and level of consciousness.

Luo Yumei stood close to Luo Fei, her hands clasped together in front of her chest, her eyes fixed on her daughter.

Luo Fei appeared relatively calm, but his slightly tense shoulders and focused gaze betrayed his inner concern.

Finally, about forty-five minutes after the injection.

Zhao Lin's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She rolled her eyes, looking around at the familiar yet unfamiliar people, finally fixing her gaze on her mother and cousin, and said in a weak voice, "Mom, brother, I don't feel so bad anymore, I'm a little hungry..."

"Hungry?" Luo Yumei thought she had misheard, then burst into tears of joy. "Good! Good! It's good that Linlin is hungry! Mommy will go and get you something to eat! What do you want? Porridge? Noodles?"

She was almost incoherent.

Academician Sun raised his hand to stop her and gestured to the nursing staff.

The nurses immediately brought a small bowl of warm, specially prepared nutritious liquid food and carefully fed it to Zhao Lin with a small spoon.

Zhao Lin obediently opened her mouth and slowly swallowed a few mouthfuls.

There was no disgust, no resistance.

Seeing this, Academician Sun Jimin was overjoyed.

He turned around to face Luo Fei and Luo Yumei, his voice trembling noticeably with excitement:

"Judging from the patient's current physiological indicators and subjective feelings, the drug's efficacy has far exceeded expectations! Its ability to target and eliminate malignant cells while simultaneously protecting and repairing normal tissues is nothing short of perfect! Following this trend..."

He paused, then gave a judgment that almost made Luo Yumei faint:

"If subsequent observations go smoothly and no unforeseen delayed reactions occur, the patient's key indicators are very likely to return to near-normal levels tomorrow! Clinically speaking, this can be considered a clinical cure!"

"Clinical cure?" Luo Yumei repeated the word blankly.

"Yes, it's cured." Academician Sun nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with amazement as he looked at Zhao Lin.

"Of course, out of a rigorous scientific attitude and out of responsibility for your daughter's future, we need to conduct a full observation period, meticulously recording every data change to ensure everything is in perfect order before allowing her to be discharged. This process may take one to two weeks."

He turned to Luo Fei, his expression suddenly becoming solemn: "Comrade Luo Fei, I must emphasize this. All details regarding the existence of this drug and this treatment must be kept absolutely secret until officially authorized by the state for public disclosure! This not only concerns your sister's future peaceful life, but also many significant national interests and scientific research."

Clearly, Academician Sun was unaware that the prescription for this special drug was submitted by Luo Fei.

Luo Fei met Academician Sun's gaze and nodded: "I understand, Academician Sun. We will keep this strictly confidential and will never mention it to anyone."

"Good, good." Academician Sun nodded with satisfaction, then glanced at Zhao Lin, who was still sipping her liquid food, and instructed Assistant Wu and the nursing staff, "Monitor her continuously for 24 hours, and record comprehensive data every half hour. Notify me immediately of any slight changes."

"Yes!" Assistant Wu and the others responded in unison.

Academician Sun gave a few more instructions before leaving the ward temporarily, accompanied by a security guard in black, to go to the temporarily arranged rest room to organize the data.

Luo Yumei sat by the bed, holding her daughter's hand that had finally regained some warmth. Looking at the increasingly obvious rosy complexion on her daughter's face, tears flowed silently.

"My Linlin..." she murmured, feeling like she couldn't get enough of looking at her.

Luo Fei also breathed a sigh of relief, a genuine smile appearing on his face.

He walked to the window and looked out at the afternoon sunlight over Chongnan City, feeling a huge weight lifted from his heart.

However, while some rejoiced, others were shocked and angered.

Meanwhile, in a private office in a high-end office building in downtown Chongnan.

Zhao Zhiwei was irritably loosening his tie and slamming the documents in his hand onto the expensive mahogany desk.

Just now, he received a call from the bank and finance department informing him that all the accounts under his name and several major accounts under his control have been frozen by the court in accordance with the law!

The reason is: It involves property preservation in divorce proceedings!

"Luo Yumei! You bitch! How dare you sue me?! And even apply for property preservation?!" Zhao Zhiwei's face was ashen, veins bulging on his forehead, and his once handsome features were distorted by rage.

He immediately grabbed his phone, found the number he had saved as "yellow-faced woman," and dialed it.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Luo Yumei! Are you fucking crazy?! Who gave you the guts to sue me?! And freeze my account?! You drop the lawsuit right now! Do you hear me?! Otherwise, I'll make sure you and your sickly daughter can't survive in Chongnan City!"

Zhao Zhiwei roared into his phone, his voice so loud that his secretary outside the door could faintly hear him.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, a somewhat cold young male voice came:

"Zhao Zhiwei?"

Zhao Zhiwei was stunned, then his anger flared even more: "Who are you?! Where's Luo Yumei? Let her answer the phone!"

"This is Luo Fei." The voice on the other end of the phone was calm. "My aunt is too busy to answer your call. As for dropping the lawsuit, don't even dream about it."

"Luo Fei? Her country bumpkin nephew?" Zhao Zhiwei remembered, then sneered, his tone full of disdain, "A brat who hasn't even grown his first hair yet, you have no right to speak here! Let Luo Yumei answer the phone! Otherwise..."

"What else?" Luo Fei interrupted him. "Zhao Zhiwei, let me tell you. I'll make you pay tenfold, a hundredfold, for everything you've done to my aunt and Linlin. Freezing the account is just the beginning. Every penny you transferred to that woman, I'll make her cough it up. You'd better find a good lawyer, because you're doomed to lose this case."

His tone was confident.

Zhao Zhiwei was momentarily speechless at this imposing manner, then became even more enraged: "Who the hell are you trying to scare?! When I was a big shot in Chongnan City, you were still playing in the mud! Sue me? Do you even know who my father is?!"

"Let me tell you, if you don't want a horrible end, obediently tell your aunt to drop the lawsuit, sign the divorce papers, and get out of here! Otherwise, I have plenty of ways to kill you all!"

"Oh? Your dad?" Luo Fei's voice carried a hint of sarcasm. "Then let your dad wait too. Let's see who kills whom in the end."

After saying that, Luo Fei hung up the phone before Zhao Zhiwei could roar any further.

Hearing the busy tone from his phone, Zhao Zhiwei was so angry he trembled and almost smashed the phone.

He forced himself to calm down.

Where did Luo Yumei get the money to hire a lawyer? And how dare she be so assertive? And what about Luo Fei? Why is he so confident?

No, this can't be delayed. Having the account frozen has huge consequences!

He took a few deep breaths, picked up his car keys, and walked out of the office with a gloomy face.

He had to go home immediately and talk to his father.

Zhao Zhiwei's father, Zhao Dechang, is 68 years old this year. He is a retired vice president of the Chongnan Intermediate People's Court. Although he has retired, he still has extensive connections in the local judicial system and even in the political and business circles.

The old man held extremely traditional values, with a deep-seated preference for sons over daughters. He had never paid much attention to his granddaughter, Zhao Lin, but he was obsessed with the grandson Zhao Zhiwei had fathered outside the marriage. He had long wanted his son to divorce his wife so that his grandson could be rightfully brought back to the Zhao family.

Zhao Zhiwei drove back to his parents' home in an upscale residential area in the west of the city.

Zhao Dechang was wearing his reading glasses in his study, copying a calligraphy model, when he heard his son's hurried footsteps. He frowned and looked up, only to see his son's angry face.

"Dad!" Zhao Zhiwei slammed the door shut and angrily recounted the whole story, "That bitch Luo Yumei, she somehow found some back channels and dared to sue me! She even applied for asset preservation! All my accounts are frozen! You have to think of something right away!"

After listening, Zhao Dechang put down his calligraphy brush and slowly took off his reading glasses.

His face didn't show much expression, but his eyes were somewhat gloomy.

"Wasn't the divorce agreement signed? Why is it in court now?"

His voice carried the composure of someone long accustomed to a high position, but if you listened carefully, you could detect a hint of displeasure.

"We're still in the cooling-off period, we haven't registered our marriage yet! Who knew that bitch would suddenly change her mind and even hire a lawyer!" Zhao Zhiwei scratched his hair in frustration. "Dad, you know a lot of people, could you talk to the court and try to smooth things over? Or at least make that lawyer back down?"

Zhao Dechang pondered for a moment.

He was fully aware of his son's affair and the fact that he had an illegitimate child, and even secretly condoned it.

In his view, continuing the family line was the most important thing, and his granddaughter's illness was a burden, so divorce was a good thing.

But now that the matter has escalated to the courts and property preservation measures have been taken, it has gone beyond the scope of "family matters".

"Where is the opposing lawyer from? Do you know his name?" Zhao Dechang asked.

"It seems to be someone surnamed Chen from Zhengxing Law Firm," Zhao Zhiwei recalled the information he had hastily found out earlier.

"Zhengxing? Surname Chen?" Zhao Dechang's eyes flickered. Zhengxing was quite well-known in Chongnan City, and he had also heard of that lawyer Chen, who was a troublesome character.

"Don't rush," Zhao Dechang said slowly, picking up his thermos and taking a sip of tea. "I can ask my old subordinates about the situation at the court. The lawyers might be able to pass on a message. However…"

He looked at his son, his eyes sharp: "The key question is whether you've cleaned up your own mess? Have you left any evidence against yourself?"

Zhao Zhiwei's face stiffened, and he stammered, "I don't think so, I've already taken care of it."

"Hmph!" Zhao Dechang snorted coldly. "It's best if there isn't. If there is, find a way to remedy it as soon as possible. A lawsuit is all about evidence."

"Yes, yes, Dad, I understand." Zhao Zhiwei nodded repeatedly, but felt a little uneasy inside.

"Also," Zhao Dechang added, "find someone to investigate Luo Yumei and her nephew. Find out what's going on with them, why they've suddenly become so assertive. Know your enemy and know yourself."

"Okay! I'll have someone investigate right away!" A ruthless glint flashed in Zhao Zhiwei's eyes.