Activating the Omniscient System, I'm doomed!

At the entrance of Xincheng Central Hospital.

Luo Yi glanced out of the corner of his eye at a spot fifty meters to his right.

I saw two men with their backs ramrod straight.

He noticed the two people as soon as he left the Cuiqiandu residential area.

Judging from the looks of it, they were probably special police bodyguards arranged by the National Security Bureau, who were also observing whether I was a spy.

"Let him go with us; it's not like he's anything shameful."

Luo Yi certainly had the ability to shake them off, but there was no need. He quickly walked through the hospital security checkpoint, went straight to the third floor, and arrived at the intensive care unit.

There were only Cheng Huarong and the patient Cheng Xiaolan in the room. They were both familiar faces to the State Security Bureau, so they naturally couldn't follow up any further. They just glanced at them and sat down in the corridor.

Luo Yi noticed the two had walked away before approaching Cheng Huarong: "Are you awake?"

Cheng Huarong was dozing off by the hospital bed when he heard voices. He opened his eyes and forced a smile. "You're awake, but the cancer cells are spreading too fast. The experts are having a meeting to discuss a new chemotherapy regimen."

"Brother Luo, you said yesterday that Professor Juanzhi could cure him, you weren't joking, were you? When can he come over, or do we need to send the patient over?"

Luo Yi took out an A4 sheet of paper from his bag, about to speak, when he saw Cheng Xiaolan on the hospital bed open her eyes and obediently call out:

Brother Luo

Luo Yichong smiled at her.

Cheng Xiaolan turned her head to look at Cheng Huarong and said in a weak voice, "Dad, I don't want to go abroad, I don't want to stay in the hospital, I want to go home."

"Once you're cured, we'll go home," Cheng Huarong said earnestly.

"Can it be cured?" Cheng Xiaolan sighed softly. "Dad, why don't you and Mom have another child? I don't want treatment anymore. I want to go home and eat meat."

Cheng Huarong's heart skipped a beat. Only then did he realize why his daughter had been secretly drinking baijiu. She had long given up on it, so she wanted to try something she had never tasted before.

"You can be cured. You can eat meat after you recover."

Luo Yi interrupted, placing the A4 paper on the bed and speaking to Cheng Huarong in front of Cheng Xiaolan:

"Sending patients abroad for treatment is very troublesome, so Professor Juanzhi and his team worked for 31 hours to develop a special medicine."

"Mr. Cheng, please buy all the medicinal herbs listed above, extract the substances labeled next to them, and deliver them to my residence as soon as possible."

"I will synthesize the special medicine under the professor's remote guidance."

Cheng Xiaolan's eyes lit up as she looked intently at Luo Yi from her hospital bed, then turned to look at her father.

Cheng Huarong picked up the paper and examined it. Seeing that the medicinal herbs listed were not rare, he felt somewhat uncertain. "Brother Luo, were the herbs you asked me to extract last time also related to cancer treatment?"

"Yes, but that was an experiment on brain cancer, and it wasn't successful. But your daughter's case is a mature treatment plan."

Luo Yi planned to explain Professor Juanzhi's identity when asked by the National Security Bureau, so he naturally wouldn't reveal it now to avoid causing any trouble.

"These medicinal herbs are much cheaper than the ones you sent last time. Five million will be enough. I'll have someone arrange it right away." Seeing his serious expression, Cheng Huarong finally chose to trust him.

Luo Yi added, "This is a unique and effective medicine that Professor Rolling Paper tailored specifically for your daughter's condition. It cannot be sold on the market. For the sake of secrecy, it's best if you make it yourself."

"Okay!" Cheng Huarong nodded seriously, took out his phone, and called his wife over to keep him company.

"This is a secret between the three of us, so you have to keep it a secret too."

As Luo Yi was leaving, he gave Cheng Xiaolan, who was lying in her hospital bed, an encouraging smile.

The reason he explained the treatment plan to her face was to give her confidence. Even the best medicine is only effective if the patient maintains a positive attitude.

As for whether to keep it a secret, it doesn't matter. Anyway, he plans to admit that he is Professor Roll, and the worst outcome is still within his control.

"Mmm!" Cheng Xiaolan watched the two figures disappear into the distance, her eyes shining with even greater hope. "Thank you, Brother Luo!"

"The medicinal herbs aren't rare; they're all easy to buy. Mr. Cheng, when do you expect to be able to gather them all?"

Upon arriving at the hospital corridor, Luo Yi inquired about the time.

Cheng Huarong was calculating on his phone when he quickly said firmly, "Online shopping is too late. I plan to hire a local courier to buy everything before tonight and pick it all up by tomorrow night!"

Luo Yi nodded: "I'll be home these next two days. Just extract the material and bring it over."

……

Perhaps because it concerned his daughter's life, Cheng Huarong had the material extracted by 4 p.m. the following afternoon and personally delivered it in a medical insulated box.

Luo Yi has been at home for the past two days, using this time to focus on learning medical knowledge. His 15 hours of intensive study has already achieved the learning progress that an average person would take 15 months to complete.

"Brother Luo, please check these things to see if there are any problems so I can replace them promptly," Cheng Huarong said, taking a sip of mineral water and pointing to the insulated box.

"Okay, I'll call you if there are any problems. There's still time. Now go and get Xiaolan discharged from the hospital and prepare a quiet apartment for her."

Luo Yi said this mainly to get people away.

Cheng Huarong's expression brightened, and hope finally shone in his eyes. "Alright, being discharged is indeed a bit troublesome. I have to handle it myself. When will the special medicine be available?"

"If the composition of these substances meets the standards, they should be ready by tomorrow afternoon."

Cheng Huarong was overjoyed and turned to leave, but suddenly turned back. "By the way, Brother Luo, are you short of money right now? If you need it urgently, I have some money in my own account, plus a portion from the company account..."

"It's not in a rush. The priority is to ensure production. We can give out any surplus first." Luo Yi is still short at least tens of millions, and he certainly can't raise all of it in a short time.

"Okay, I'll go back and check the accounts. The company's face masks are sold on a pre-order basis, with orders coming in every day, so the numbers change daily."

After Cheng Huarong finished speaking, he left in high spirits, feeling that things were finally getting better.

As I entered the elevator in the apartment building, I suddenly overheard an elderly man making a phone call:

"Late-stage leukemia is not a problem. My team has mature treatment plans. Even for the most complex types of leukemia, we have clinical trials. Yes, and it's free. We're in the middle of a clinical trial. If you know any patients with this condition, you can refer them to us..."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Huarong's heart skipped a beat. Could there be an expert even more capable than Professor Roll Paper?

He immediately turned around and took a closer look.

The man had gray hair, was around sixty years old, and wore gold-rimmed glasses, looking every bit like a hospital specialist.

Upon arriving at the underground parking lot, seeing the person hang up the phone, Cheng Huarong asked curiously, "Hello, I overheard you on the phone earlier, saying you could treat complex leukemia?"

The man stopped and nodded. "Yes, and you are?"

"My name is Cheng Huarong. My daughter has leukemia, the most complicated kind. It's already in the late stage. I wonder what your treatment plan is?" Cheng Huarong even suspected that this person was Professor Roll Paper.

The man handed over his business card and said, "We have a world-class team that can customize treatment plans based on the patient's physical condition and the state of the cancer cells, including targeted drug delivery, surgery, and the most advanced chemotherapy methods."

"All of this is free. If your daughter really does have late-stage leukemia, we can't delay. Would you like me to arrange treatment for you?"

Cheng Huarong was surprised, "Completely free? You don't need to provide anything?"

"Of course, this is the mid-stage of our clinical trial, which is a way to accumulate case experience."

"Such a good thing?" Cheng Huarong reached into his pocket, wanting to ask Brother Luo about the situation.

The man took a few steps and casually asked, "Hey? When I came into the community just now, I saw you carrying a medical insulated box. Did you already hire a foreign expert?"

"You must be mistaken. I came in empty-handed." Cheng Huarong shook his head in denial, not understanding why the other party would mention foreign experts.

The man smiled. "Really? I thought you had already hired overseas experts and was thinking of going up to discuss the plan."

"I'm just going home to get something. There are no foreigners here. My daughter is at the hospital. Which hospital do you work at?" Cheng Huarong became wary.

"We are a Sino-Western cooperative medical institution..." the man mumbled, then took out his phone to answer a call halfway through his sentence, left a business card, and drove away.

Cheng Huarong frowned and immediately told Luo Yi about this strange thing.

"It's someone from the National Security Bureau again. They probably suspect Professor Rolling Paper is here?"

Luo Yi shook his head and chuckled.

It's understandable that the National Security Bureau would act this way. Such an important department would indeed face the risk of leaking secrets if it had frequent contact with foreigners.

After setting up the laboratory, he opened the hospital's insulated box and took out test tubes one by one.

He naturally asked the omniscient system whether these things met the requirements, and only after receiving a definite answer did he begin to synthesize them step by step.

It is worth mentioning that he studied pharmaceutical knowledge for 15 hours, which came in handy in the synthesis work. He could judge the effect and progress by observing the surface reaction of the drug, which greatly improved efficiency.