Activating the Omniscient System, I'm doomed!

"What? Our daughter has been discharged from the hospital? Are you just going to give up like this?"

Hearing the angry roar from the phone, Cheng Huarong remained calm and replied, "The hospital experts discussed it for a long time but couldn't come up with a suitable treatment plan. You're just letting me try other methods..."

"What method? Traditional Chinese medicine or a folk remedy? Didn't we agree to send her to a major hospital?"

Cheng Huarong gained confidence, "Don't worry, this person is more reliable than them."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at his daughter Cheng Xiaolan beside him and asked, "How are you feeling? Brother Luo has prepared the medicine and is on his way."

"I feel alright, much more comfortable than in the hospital." Cheng Xiaolan took a few slow steps while holding onto the stool, and her overall energy and spirits improved.

Ding-dong

As the two were talking, the apartment doorbell rang.

Cheng Huarong rushed over to open the door, taking three steps at a time. "Brother Luo, what do you think of the environment here? If it's not good, we'll move to the farmhouse villa."

Luo Yi had observed the location from downstairs and nodded, saying, "It's not bad. As long as there's no noise and it doesn't interfere with my recovery, it's fine."

"Brother Luo."

Cheng Xiaolan slowly walked over, supporting herself on a stool, and greeted them with a smile, her eyes filled with hope.

"You seem to be in good spirits and looking quite well."

After Luo Yi finished speaking, he put down his backpack, took out a small foam box, opened the lid and said, "I have synthesized 15 doses of the special medicine. Please write down the instructions for use and make sure you don't make any mistakes."

"Okay!" Cheng Huarong quickly brought over paper and pen.

Luo Yi continued, "I have marked each of these 15 bottles with a number, from 1 to 15. You must take one bottle in order before dinner."

"Yes! I've got it!" Cheng Xiaolan nodded emphatically.

Cheng Huarong asked doubtfully, "This... will it really be cured in 15 days?"

"That's definitely not enough; it takes a week to take medicine for a cold."

Luo Yi shook his head and continued, "There are a total of 79 doses. 49 of them can control the condition within 49 days. The remaining 30 doses need to be taken once a year to consolidate the effect and prevent relapse."

In reality, only 49 portions were needed, but to ensure his own interests, he deliberately said 30 more, which could be considered an extra layer of insurance.

"After I finish eating 79 servings, will I be able to be like a normal person?" Cheng Xiaolan asked expectantly.

"certainly."

Cheng Huarong was overjoyed, his eyes instantly welling up with tears. "To achieve such a good result, Professor Roll Paper is truly remarkable!"

Luo Yi thought to himself, "If he knew I was Professor Roll, I wonder what his expression would be."

"Brother Luo, you've truly saved my life! If you ever need anything in the future, just let me know, and I'll do my best!"

Cheng Huarong pulled his daughter and tried to kneel down.

Luo Yi quickly stopped the person and pointed to the styrofoam box: "Where's the refrigerator? Put these medicines in the refrigerator as soon as possible to ensure that their effects are not lost."

"I'll take it, I'll take it. It's already 5 p.m., Xiaolan can have a serving now, right?" Cheng Huarong took the styrofoam box, holding it like a precious treasure.

"That works too." Luo Yi glanced at the time and gestured for Cheng Xiaolan to go get it herself, to see if she remembered it.

Cheng Xiaolan had been looking forward to it for a long time. She reached out and picked up bottle number 1. She looked at it under the light and saw the dark brown liquid. She subconsciously felt that it was very bitter, and her eyebrows squeezed together.

But she knew it was medicine to cure her illness, and it was much easier than getting an injection, so she unscrewed the cap, tilted her head back, and poured it into her mouth.

"Um?"

Her tightly furrowed features relaxed, and she slowly swallowed, smiling as she said, "It tastes just like juice, delicious."

"That's good." Luo Yi nodded and smiled. This was a condition he added later, which also proved that future gene drugs wouldn't be so painful.

"After taking the medicine, you have to practice a set of exercises to help the medicine work."

At this point, Luo Yi looked at Cheng Huarong and said, "President Cheng, why don't you put these things in the refrigerator and lower the temperature a bit?"

After everyone left, he looked at Cheng Xiaolan again and whispered, "If you find that you feel better than before after taking the medicine, don't tell anyone, and don't use it. This is a secret between the two of us."

"Okay, I understand. I won't tell Mom and Dad either." Cheng Xiaolan's eyes lit up. She just wanted to be like an ordinary person, but now that Brother Luo said this, it seemed like she could be even better than an ordinary person?

After explaining the details, Luo Yi taught her the movements from memory.

These are simple movements that I specifically asked the system to provide; they're similar to calisthenics and easy to learn.

Worried about making a mistake, Cheng Huarong recorded the actions on his phone.

Finally, I sat down against the wall with a sigh of relief, hoping that Professor Juanzhi's method could really cure my daughter, even if it only cured half of her.

Luo Yi didn't linger. After giving a few other instructions, he returned to the Cuiqiandu residential area.

I turned on my phone, just as I was about to check the materials used to build the lab, when it rang.

The caller ID surprised him.

It turned out to be Director Lin from the school.

This is the phone number he saved when he applied for financial aid.

Looking at the phone screen, Luo Yi quickly guessed the other party's purpose.

The results of students whose college entrance exam scores were previously hidden have been released.

"Feed? Who?"

"Hahaha... Luo Yi, this is Director Lin from the school." The person on the other end of the phone changed from their usual serious attitude to being extremely enthusiastic.

Luo Yi feigned a sudden realization: "Director Lin, what can I do for you?"

"Hahaha... Is that so? Have you checked your college entrance exam results?"

"Just finished checking."

"719, is that right? Luo Yi, you hid it so well. You should have known when you found out the score was 0 the day before yesterday that it was a student whose score was blocked. You should have said so a long time ago." Director Lin scolded with a smile, "We asked a group of top students and thought the information was wrong. We've been on tenterhooks these past two days and haven't dared to be happy."

"Are you in Xincheng now? If it's convenient, come to the school tomorrow morning to give you your bonus!"

Director Lin was afraid he wouldn't come, so he emphasized the word "bonus" again.

"Okay, thank you, Director Lin."

Luo Yi thanked him.

Open WeChat, and there are a total of 756 unread messages.

The chat group for Class 5 of Senior Three was especially lively.

Li Dongdong: "Holy crap! Did you guys see the latest tweet from the city media? They announced the top three scorers in the city's college entrance exam, and Luo Yi ranked third with a total score of 719! @LuoYi, you're the real hidden master!"

Li Jiahao: "I don't believe it! Which tweet? Forward it!"

Chen Yuan: "Is it Luo Yi from our class? As far as I remember, he's always had average grades."

Teacher Miao: "It's been confirmed. There's only one Luo Yi in the school, from our class, but we can't get through to him on the phone. Does anyone know how to contact Luo Yi and ask him to call the teacher back?"

Wu Xiaoyong: "719! What a beast! He scored 102 points higher than me! And I was showing off in front of him that night!"

Gao Peng: "What's wrong with you two? You're both weirdos!"

Xiao Wenbin: "I'm about to become a complete shut-in. I'm usually pretty good at pretending, but my true abilities are completely exposed during the college entrance exam!"

Yang Sisi: "@Luo Yi, third in the city and first in the county! I heard that the leaders of No. 1 and No. 2 Middle Schools are cursing us, saying that our No. 5 Middle School is just a mediocre school, yet we have outshone them."

Luo Yi glanced at the group chat messages casually but did not reply. He had always been a nobody in the group.

In addition to the chat group, Xiao Wenbin and others also sent private messages, one 60-second voice message after another.

His score of 719 clearly shocked many people.

According to the system's previous predictions, the school would issue a 300,000 yuan bonus, and then Li Jiahao and others, instigated by No. 2 Middle School, would band together to cause trouble for the school.

"We can ignore that idiot Li Jiahao; there's no further trouble. We'll collect the 300,000 yuan bonus tomorrow."

Luo Yi set his alarm for 9 a.m. the next day and was about to turn off his phone to study when the phone rang again.

The caller ID shows a landline number from another region.

"Hey? Is this Luo Yi? I'm from the admissions office of Tsinghua and Peking Universities. I'd like to schedule a meeting with you and deliver your admission notice at the same time."

As the system previously stated, the so-called meetings and chats between Tsinghua and Peking University were simply to verify the facts when there were doubts.

Luo Yi hadn't planned to go in the first place, and now that the National Security Bureau was recruiting him, it was even easier for him to refuse. He replied calmly, "I'm sorry, I'm not considering studying at your school for the time being."

"Huh?!" The person on the other end of the phone thought they had misheard. "Luo Yi, what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly!"

"I do not intend to attend your school."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone before the voice said, "Are you going abroad? Or did some school in China offer you some kind of benefit? Luo Yi, Tsinghua and Peking University are prestigious institutions..."

"What I mean is, not going to any university," Roy added seriously.

There was silence again on the other end of the phone, then the other person asked, "Why? Have you encountered some difficulties, or what?"

"It's a state secret, I'm sorry."

On the other end of the phone, the admissions officers looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise and confusion.

Tsinghua and Peking Universities are the dream of countless students across the country, yet this person rejected them so decisively?

What other state secrets are there? Could it be that you were secretly recruited by a university specializing in national defense or military industry?