Activating the Omniscient System, I'm doomed!

Around 4 p.m., Luo Yi arrived at He Jianqing's rural hometown in a black Mercedes.

The house looks quite old. The three brothers and the ancestral hall are all built in one place. There is a bamboo forest on the left and some chickens, ducks and geese are raised in an enclosure on the right.

"Mr. Zhang, please come in!"

He Jianqing was very enthusiastic and said with a smile, "The house in my hometown can't be rebuilt now, it can only be repaired, so it's rather simple. I hope Mr. Zhang won't mind."

"Mr. He, you flatter me. The original rural tile-roofed house is warm in winter and cool in summer, which I really like."

Luo Yi exchanged a few polite words with him, but his gaze fell on the dregs of medicine by the door.

"Huh? Why do I smell something that smells familiar...like a virus?"

He Jianqing paused, followed his gaze, and explained, "Oh, it's probably because my grandfather brewed some traditional Chinese medicine, not a virus."

"Mr. Zhang, let's go upstairs for tea; we won't smell the medicine there."

Luo Yi closed his eyes, sniffed the air, and shook his head seriously, saying, "No, besides herbs like Phellodendron bark, Sophora flavescens, and honeysuckle, there's another smell..."

He Jianqing was surprised to see that he could identify the medicinal herbs in an instant, and exclaimed that he was indeed a master of traditional Chinese medicine.

He sniffed it, then shook his head and said, "I can't smell anything, Mr. Zhang. What is it?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it, but it smells familiar, like I've smelled it somewhere before."

As Luo Yi spoke, he moved closer to the middle house, then covered his mouth and nose and retreated repeatedly:

"I remember now! It's a virus. I've seen it abroad. This virus originated from a peculiar type of rat, a rat with very long whiskers!"

He Jianqing was startled. He had seen this kind of rat before. Not long ago, that unfilial son had snatched it back, and now the old man was raising it as a medicinal ingredient, unwilling to throw it away no matter what.

"Mr. Zhang, what color are the whiskers of this kind of rat?"

"It's white, like a dragon's whiskers, and is called the Dragon-whisker Rat by the locals," Luo Yi blurted out, then added, "The virus it carries is very special; it's said that most people infected with the virus will develop brain cancer."

He Jianqing's expression changed drastically. "Oh no!"

"A while ago, my unfilial son did bring home a mouse with white dragon whiskers, which was also diagnosed with brain cancer—in its late stages!"

Luo Yi stared in shock, his eyes wide. "It really is this virus? Could it be that the patient is still inside?"

"Not only the patient, but the rat was there too."

As He Jianqing spoke, he rushed into the house, shouting, "Dad, Xiao Jun has been infected with the virus! Come out and disinfect!"

Luo Yi covered his mouth and nose as he approached the room door.

Inside the room lay a robust young man of about fifteen years old, his lips pale, his eyes closed, and he was completely still. If it weren't for his breathing, one would have thought he was dead.

An old man with a long, white beard sat by the bed, filtering medicine into a bowl.

"Dad, quickly disinfect! I'll have Atai take you to the hospital for a checkup. You need a CT scan of your brain!" He Jianqing rushed in, grabbed the medicine bowl, put it down, and pulled the old man out.

Old Master He puffed out his beard and glared, saying, "What nonsense are you spouting? Let me go! I haven't given you your medicine yet."

"This medicine can't be used. That rat is a virus carrier. Can the stuff on its body be medicine?" He Jianqing pulled him away from going in and closed the door behind him.

Old Master He, having some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, looked back and said, "Virus carrier? Who said that?"

"I've met this Mr. Zhang abroad. He said he could smell the virus even before he came in, and that rats with dragon whiskers are carriers, and that infected people are most likely to get brain cancer. He wasn't wrong at all."

Old Master He's expression changed, and he turned to look at Luo Yi. He felt that the man in front of him had a unique temperament, and the spirit in his eyes showed that he was a person who knew a lot about health preservation.

"Who is this Mr. Zhang? Why did we bring him home?"

He spoke in his hometown dialect.

He Jianqing replied, "He heard that I have good character, so he specially contacted the company and authorized me with a revolutionary aphrodisiac formula. This is a completely different approach to treatment..."

After hearing his general explanation, Mr. He's expression softened, and he became much more polite, saying with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, thank you for choosing to cooperate with us. This is truly a timely help."

"You are very knowledgeable; since you know about my grandson's condition, do you know if there are any treatment options?"

Luo Yi hesitated for a moment, then finally said, "Since you two are both doctors, I will be frank. If the patient is diagnosed with late-stage brain cancer, we should arrange for cremation as soon as possible."

What? The old man's lips twitched, and he almost cursed, but seeing that the other party was a benefactor who had helped him in his time of need and did not intend to mock him, he immediately suppressed his anger and pulled his son aside to discuss countermeasures.

Luo Yi was not lying; it was late-stage brain cancer, and even with his current extensive medical skills, there was nothing he could do.

The omniscient system will definitely have a cure, but it's unnecessary.

This kid forcibly stole the dragon-whiskered rat and beat it into a vegetative state; getting brain cancer is a blessing in disguise.

Luo Yi never intended to save this person. He wasn't a doctor and didn't need medical ethics; whether or not to save him was entirely up to personal preference.

After discussing it for a while, He Jianqing and his son quickly walked over and politely asked:

"Mr. Zhang, if we send him abroad, is there any possibility of him being treated?"

Luo Yi shook his head: "As far as I know, there are not many patients infected with the dragon beard rat virus. The medical team will not study unfamiliar areas for these few people, so the success rate is basically zero."

That's true, but Old Master He was unwilling to accept it. That was his favorite grandson. He opened his mouth several times, and finally asked:

"As our ancestors said, there's always an antidote within ten steps. Whether it's a five-step snake or some other poisonous insect or herb, perhaps the blood or bones of a dragon-whiskered rat are the antidote?"

Luo Yi glanced at him and immediately understood why He Jun was so arrogant and domineering. The culprit was the old man's doting and favoritism.

He replied verbally, "Mr. He, you may not know how the dragon-whiskered rat virus is transmitted."

"Its virus is peculiar; it is not transmitted through the air, but rather through blood or secretory glands."

"A normal hand, if it gets stained with blood, will not become infected with the virus in a short period of time. However, if there is a wound on the hand, the infection can quickly spread along the blood vessels."

"Besides wounds, there are also secretory glands, such as the eyes, mouth, and nostrils... If blood gets on these parts, it can quickly spread through the secretory glands and cause infection, eventually leading to brain cancer."

He Jianqing and his father exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock and realization in each other's eyes.

When we examined my eldest grandson for brain cancer, we naturally examined his whole body to confirm where the virus first appeared.

It's the eyes.

Hearing this explanation, the two were both shocked and secretly relieved that they hadn't had excessive contact with the dragon-whiskered rat.

"Dad, thank goodness Mr. Zhang came today. If he had come a few days later, and you had drawn blood from the dragon-whiskered rat, our whole family would have been..." He Jianqing dared not continue. He almost had to wipe out the entire family. What a rebellious son!

After listening to their thanks, Luo Yi added, "The patient's blood is now like that of a dragon-whiskered rat, which is why I suggested cremation as soon as possible. If sores develop on his skin in a few days, it will be very easy for the infection to spread."

Upon hearing this, He Jianqing immediately called out to the house next door, "Mom, cook a piece of pork and bring it over."

Old Master He realized what he was about to do and exclaimed, "What are you doing! The person isn't dead yet, their hands are still warm!"

"Dad, it's late-stage brain cancer, there's no cure. If it doesn't affect everyone, I'll go along with you. But if it gets infected and festers, the whole family will be affected, especially the children with their weak immune systems..."

He Jianqing truly lives up to his reputation as the person in charge of the company; he demonstrates his unique way of doing things when necessary.

After saying that, he picked up his phone and dialed 119, casually asking, "Mr. Zhang, the dragon-whiskered rat is too dangerous. Shouldn't the fire department be able to handle it?"

"It would be too much trouble to quarantine all of us." Luo Yi walked over and said, "Leave it to me. I've seen how they handle this abroad. Also, find me a full-body medical protective suit."

"Isn't this taking too much of a risk for you?" He Jianqing hung up the phone and looked over, both surprised and touched.

Luo Yi said, "The main reason is that I'm afraid of getting into trouble. If we were quarantined for observation, it would delay a lot of things. Anyway, it's not a big deal now, so I'll handle it myself. I just need to put on protective clothing."

"That's true." He Jianqing nodded, picked up his phone, and asked someone to bring over a protective suit.