32: Chapter 32 Money-Power Gene Drug

Snap. A crisp sound exploded within the spacious, luxurious living room.

Wang Teng was sent flying sideways, crashing heavily into the imported marble coffee table, shattering an expensive crystal fruit bowl into pieces across the floor.

He clutched his rapidly swelling cheek and looked up in disbelief.

There was no expected roar of anger.

Wang Tianba leisurely unbuttoned the gold cuffs of his sleeves, took a warm, damp towel from the butler, and meticulously wiped the hand he had just used to slap him, as if it had been tainted by something filthy.

One million? Wang Tianba tossed the towel into the tray, his voice so flat that no emotion could be detected. Does the Wang family lack that one million?

He picked up the remote control and pressed a button.

On the huge wall-mounted screen, a looped playback of last night's night market livestream began.

In the footage, Wang Teng lay limp on the ground like a clown, while that Lin Fan, wearing cheap street-stall clothes, walked away dashingly with the check.

On the barrage comments, phrases like The young master of the Wang family is a joke and Getting beaten by F-Rank Trash were glaringly red.

What I care about is face.

Wang Tianba walked over to Wang Teng and looked down at this son who had disappointed him to the core. Trampled underfoot by a slum-dwelling peasant in front of the entire internet. Wang Teng, how am I supposed to hold my head up at the board meeting?

Dad, it was him who scammed me, that Chu Yaoyao...

Shut up.

Wang Tianba kicked Wang Teng in the chest, kicking his unfinished excuse back into his stomach. Losing is losing. Making excuses is the behavior of the weak.

Wang Teng curled up on the floor, coughing violently, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

A black bank card was tossed in front of him.

All your cards have been suspended. From today on, you won't have a single cent of pocket money.

Immediately after, a bottle of scarlet serum rolled to his side.

Inside the glass bottle, the red liquid looked like boiling magma, emitting an unsettling, volatile aura.

[B-Rank Genetic Serum]

Wang Teng's pupils constricted sharply.

This item was extremely precious, capable of boosting one's level and abilities for a short time.

The school-wide competition in three days.

Wang Tianba turned around, not sparing him another glance. I want that Lin Fan to die on the ring. Whether it's a slip of the hand or an accident, handle it yourself. If you can't do it...

Then you don't need to carry the Wang name anymore.

The sound of footsteps faded away.

In the corner, the elderly butler bowed slightly to see him off. The moment he straightened his back, a trace of imperceptible mockery flashed through his cloudy, old eyes.

Wang Teng grabbed the scalding hot serum with trembling hands.

Lin Fan...

He squeezed these two words out from between his teeth, filled with immense malice.

...

Late at night, the First Central Hospital of Jianghai City.

The smell of disinfectant was pungent.

Behind the glass window of the payment counter, the bloated middle-aged nurse was dozing on the table, her snoring audible even through the glass.

Lin Fan tapped on the glass.

Knock, knock.

No response.

Knock, knock, knock.

He increased the force.

The nurse jolted awake, her sleep-deprived rage instantly erupting. Rubbing her bleary eyes without even seeing who it was, she opened her mouth and cursed: What are you knocking for? Trying to rush me to my grave? If you don't have money, get lost; this isn't a charity ward.

Lin Fan was very familiar with this voice.

When he came to plead for a few extra days to pay the medical bills last week, this woman had the exact same expression, and even called security to kick him out.

Lin Fan didn't speak.

He pulled a bank card that hadn't even warmed up in his pocket, along with his sister's hospital card, and slapped them onto the marble counter with a snap.

It was quite forceful.

The nurse was startled and just about to explode, but her gaze landed on the black-gold bank card.

That was... a VIP Supreme Card?

She skeptically picked up the card and swiped it on the card reader.

Beep.

The screen lit up.

[Account Balance: 1,350,000.00 Yuan]

The nurse's eyes widened instantly, her mouth opening wide enough to fit an egg. That string of zeros looked exceptionally blinding under the cold late-night light.

One million three hundred and fifty thousand!

She looked up abruptly, and the expression of spite that had filled her face was instantly replaced by a radiant smile.

Oh my, isn't this Mr. Lin?

The speed of her face-changing was truly unparalleled.

Look at you, you didn't even call ahead. Coming all this way so late at night, how exhausting for you.

The nurse scrambled to operate the computer, her fingers trembling. You're here to renew the fees, right? No problem, it'll be done in a second. By the way, Lin Xiaoya's current room is too noisy. A high-end special care room with a private bathroom and a companion bed just opened up. Should I upgrade you?

Lin Fan watched her display of haughtiness followed by obsequiousness.

This was reality.

In this high-martial arts world, money and strength were the only entry passes.

Swipe the card.

Lin Fan's tone was calm, without mockery or satisfaction, only a sense of indifference from seeing through the fickleness of the world.

Alright, please wait a moment!

Once the formalities were completed, the nurse handed the card back with both hands, bowing at a ninety-degree angle. Goodbye, Mr. Lin! If you need anything, just press the bell, I'm on call!

Lin Fan put away the card and turned to walk into the deep, dim corridor.

Behind him, he could faintly hear the nurse excitedly gossiping with a colleague: Did you see that? That poor kid struck it rich! I told you, never look down on a poor youth...

Hah.

Lin Fan lowered his cap.

Crossing the long corridor and passing the lobby, the TV mounted on the wall was replaying the evening news.

...blind box youth Lin Fan, high-stakes gambling at the night market, raking in a million...

A few family members of patients keeping watch were gathered around the TV, cracking sunflower seeds and discussing it.

Tsk tsk, this kid is really lucky.

I heard even the eldest daughter of the Chu family went to support him. It's truly incredible.

Lin Fan didn't stop, walking past quickly.

He arrived in front of room 302.

He happened to run into the attending physician who had just finished rounds.

The doctor saw Lin Fan and was stunned for a moment, then his gaze fell on the payment receipt in his hand.

You gathered it?

There was undisguised shock in the doctor's tone. A week ago, this youth was kneeling and begging for a few thousand yuan in medical fees, and now, unexpectedly...

Yeah. I gathered it. Lin Fan nodded. The surgery fees, and the subsequent nutrient solution costs, have all been paid.

The doctor looked at him deeply, not asking about the source of the money.

In this world, everyone had their own secrets.

Good. The doctor patted Lin Fan's shoulder, his tone becoming more solemn. Since the fees are covered, I will arrange for the specialist team as soon as possible. The surgery can be done by the day after tomorrow at the latest.

Thank you.

Lin Fan pushed open the door to the patient room.

The room was very quiet, with only the monotonous beep, beep sound from the ECG monitor.

On the hospital bed, the young girl was so thin she looked gaunt.

Beneath her pale skin, purplish veins were faintly visible, as if they were slowly devouring her vitality bit by bit.

Lin Fan walked to the bedside.

S-Rank Talent [Eye of True Sight] activated automatically.

[Target: Lin Xiaoya]

[Status: Extremely Weak]

[Cause: Genetic Chain Collapse]

[Collapse Rate: 89% (Red, Critical)]

89%.

Just a little more, and the genetic chain would shatter completely, at which point even the gods couldn't save her.

Lin Fan's heart tightened sharply, and his breathing stagnated for a moment.

Seemingly sensing a familiar presence, the girl's eyelashes trembled, and she struggled to open her eyes.

Brother...

Her voice was as weak as a mosquito's hum.

Did I wake you?

Lin Fan instantly suppressed the sharp edge in his eyes, put on a gentle smile, pulled over a chair, sat down, and held her cold, withered hand.

No...

Lin Xiaoya struggled to squeeze out a smile, but it tugged at the cracks on her lips. Brother, let's... go home.

The medicine here... is too expensive. I feel much better, really...

She was so sensible it was heartbreaking.

Even in her semi-conscious state, she could still hear the nurse demanding payment and could still feel her brother's anxiety.

Lin Fan felt a sting in his nose.

He squeezed his sister's hand back, the warmth of his palm continuously transferring over.

Go home, what for?

Lin Fan pretended to be relaxed and flicked her nose. Let me tell you some good news. Brother struck it rich.

Lin Xiaoya's dim eyes brightened for a moment, then filled with worry again. Brother... you didn't... go do something dangerous, did you?

What are you thinking?

Lin Fan pulled out the bank card from his pocket and waved it in front of his sister. Brother awakened a business talent, got noticed by a big company, and got an advance on my salary. From now on, not only can we treat your illness, but we can also live in a big house and eat well.

Really?

Truer than real gold.

Watching the light reignite in his sister's eyes, Lin Fan felt the heavy stone that had been crushing his chest and making it hard to breathe finally loosen a little.

Sleep now. When you wake up, the surgery will be done.

Lin Fan tucked in the corner of her blanket, watching her breathing gradually steady as she fell back into a deep sleep.

He stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the night was deep, and the neon lights blurred into a bizarre, kaleidoscopic array of colors in the rain.

The glass reflected the youth's face.

In those eyes, there was no longer the gentleness he had when facing his sister; replaced by it was a wolf-like ruthlessness.

Genetic collapse...

The Wang family...

The Myriad Races...

To protect this smile.

Let alone being a Shrewd Merchant.

Even if it meant poking a hole in the sky and stuffing all the gods and buddhas into a blind box as toys for his sister, he would not hesitate.

Ding.

His phone vibrated.

The fatty sent a voice message, the background noise chaotic; he was clearly still on a high.

Brother Fan! I've decided! Tomorrow's ad slogan will be 'Take a gamble, turn a bicycle into a motorcycle'! We also need to set up a membership system...

Listening to that boisterous voice, the corners of Lin Fan's mouth lifted involuntarily.

This was the essence of human life.

He walked out of the hospital gate.

A light rain was falling from the sky, the cold drizzle landing on his face, causing his somewhat overheated brain to cool down rapidly.

Behind him, several sneaky presences followed.

Very weak.

Probably eyes sent by the Wang family, or some desperate criminals blinded by jealousy.

Lin Fan didn't look back.

He expertly turned into a complex, intricate slum alley nearby, utilizing his familiarity with the terrain and the cover of night, and within a few bounds, he shook off those tails, leaving them without a trace.

Half an hour later.

Lin Fan appeared in front of a late-night pharmacy called Baicaotang.

There were still hundreds of thousands left in his account.

Besides the surgery fee left for Lin Xiaoya, the remaining money had to be converted into combat power immediately.