Reborn in 2010, the AI ​​in my mind is too powerful.

Chen Yiran was at home, watching her computer, eating ice cream, and watching the three dogs frolicking in the yard.

After being timid for a long time, Pidan has realized that he is the second oldest in the family, and can even become the eldest by acting cute.

He started relentlessly harassing Mocha and Latte, even though he wasn't a virgin puppy a few days ago. But after his heat cycle ended, he turned on them and started harassing them again. Basically, he's being a jerk, lying across the doghouse and preventing the two dogs from coming out.

Mocha and Latte usually ignore him, but if there's any disturbance in the yard, they'll chase the preserved egg away and then come out to check.

The computer screen showed Amit standing at the company entrance. A few minutes later, Amit took out his phone and made a call.

Chen Yiran stared at his phone. After a dozen seconds, it rang. He answered with a laugh, "Hey, Amit, calling me on a holiday, are you trying to trick me into doing something?"

"No, boss, this isn't an April Fool's joke. I really have something very serious to tell you."

"Okay, I'll trust you this once, but I won't go out to avoid being scammed. Just come to my house, I'll send you the address in a bit."

Half an hour later, Amit followed the indicator light at the door and entered the house.

What greeted them were Mocha and Latte's fierce expressions. The two dogs were hiding behind the sofa, with only their heads showing, as if they were ready to attack at any moment.

Amit was terrified and quickly shouted, "Boss, where are you? It's me! Don't let them bite me!"

Chen Yiran walked over with a smile, waved, and the two dogs returned to the yard.

"Are two dogs that scary? It's April Fool's Day, I was just teasing you. Sit down and tell me, what important thing do you have to say today?"

Amit sat down, placed his hands on his knees, and somewhat awkwardly recounted how the red-haired man had contacted him. Finally, he asked, "Boss, I think it's someone from NewThink. What should I do next?"

Chen Yiran didn't answer immediately after listening. He took an orange from the coffee table and handed it to Amit, peeled one for himself, and then asked Kabir, "What's Kabir's condition now? You told me before that it was confirmed to be systemic, right?"

Amid nodded: "Yes, it has been confirmed that it is not polyarticular type, but systemic juvenile idiopathic arthritis (SJIA). Although not every joint is affected, he has recurrent high fever and vomiting, which are symptoms that only occur in systemic cases."

Furthermore, his physical condition is relatively poor; the previous biologics have shown resistance, and we might have to switch back to hormones, but hormones put too much strain on his body. That's not the worst part; I'm very afraid he'll develop macrophage activation syndrome. The mortality rate for that disease is about 15%. Now, every time he has a fever, we have to go to the hospital to check all his indicators.”

Chen Yiran took a document from the table and handed it over: "I hadn't finished getting your birthday present ready. It's done now, so here you go. I asked Datong to help me, and it took several days to get it done. It didn't make it in time for your birthday."

The Pediatric Rheumatology Center at Stanford Children's Hospital has already given Kabir a place in the clinical trials for tocilizumab. You can take him there for treatment later. From what I understand, this drug is fine; in fact, it's quite mature.

Actually, it should be approved in about a month, and it will be available on the market in about six months. But it's better to use it sooner rather than later, and try to avoid using hormones if possible. Also, please take a close look at the following document.

Amit glanced down at the document, and a minute later, she burst into tears—a cathartic release of pent-up stress.

Chen Yiran was actually a little annoyed. With all this snot and tears, she was going to make his sofa dirty again! He'd have to call someone to come and clean it tomorrow.

But I didn't interrupt. The scene is so cinematic right now, I shouldn't ruin it.

The document Chen Yiran gave to Amit was a charitable funding report. This was something Chen Yiran recently commissioned TED to do, which involves allocating 10% of Chen Yiran's income each year to a foundation to help treat various families in need.

Of course, the definition of "family in need" is determined by the foundation itself. It has been decided that all talented individuals like Amit are from families in need and must receive assistance. This includes the relatives of its own employees; they will definitely be considered families in need. Since the money will be taxed anyway, it's better to donate it directly to win people's hearts.

A few minutes later, Amit, sobbing, said to Chen Yiran, "Boss, from now on, my life is yours. You can do whatever you want."

Chen Yiran waved his hand dismissively: "Do you think we're gangsters or petty thugs? What use is your life? Just keep in touch with Xinshi. If they ask if you've done it, just say you have. I'll set aside a day to help you spread the word that some projects are stuck."

"Won't this affect our reputation? Can't I just ignore them?"

"Are you stupid? You're not going to make money when you can? You'll be frantically asking them for your money back for the next few days. They probably gave you their contact information, right?"

"They left it with me and gave me a phone number. I checked it carefully; the number is one of those prepaid numbers from Walmart, the kind where you can't find any information about the number."

"That's right. Go ask them for the money. Earning five million is so easy. Where else can you find such a good deal? Don't worry about the impact. We're not a listed company; we don't have to consider the stock price. After that, you can resign under the pretext of needing your son's medical treatment. Take Kabir to the Mayo Clinic for treatment first."

Then, when you have time, you should fly to China, check out the policies in Beijing, and maybe buy a house. There's a very good hospital in Beijing called Peking Union Medical College Hospital; they have a large population, many cases, and a lot of experience, so you could give it a try.

Amit had calmed down by now, and his logical thinking, typical of science students, had taken over. He thought for a moment and said, "Boss, there's a loophole. You were the one who got my son on the Stanford list. Won't they find out that I lied to them?"

"No, I deliberately didn't use Stanford's connections. Instead, I went through Chase and ensured confidentiality. Your son had applied before, and he was only a few spots short on the list. Chase used their connections to get Stanford to admit five more people. Newthink will just think it was good luck and will tell you directly that they handled it."

"Okay, so if I go to work in China in the future, will it be at Wanguoyuan? What will I need to do?"

"That was all preparation. Sending you to buy a house in Beijing was also a precaution. Do you know how ridiculously high the housing prices in Beijing have risen? You'll still go back to work at FlowEDA eventually. After a few months when FlowEDA goes bankrupt, I'll recruit you again. Then no one will bother you anymore."

"Okay, I'll listen to your boss."

As Amit drove out of Chen Yiran's house, he muttered to himself that he now really thought his boss was a god.

He wasn't stupid; the boss clearly knew what Xin Si was up to. This was a test, otherwise why would he have avoided Xin Si's attention regarding tocilizumab? Luckily, he passed the test. Xin Si was finished this time; the boss would definitely retaliate.

Amit was right; Chen Yiran certainly knew about Xin Si's actions from the very beginning.

While petting the dog, Chen Yiran said to Jasmine, "He's ruthless, so I'll be ruthless too. Let's think of a way to secretly kill him."

Don't worry, I already have three brilliant plans that will guarantee I can secretly take him down.