The world outside was being turned upside down, yet Wang Zhuo slept on in profound stillness. His slumber seemed to exist outside of time, devoid of dreams or interruption, marked only by steady, deep breaths and the most basic physiological responses.
But a day and a half later, an IV drip was finally inserted into his arm. After over a month of relentless exertion, his body was truly depleted, and without nutritional supplements, he might actually lapse into a coma.
Professionals were indeed professional. After a round of kneading and pressing from the caregiver lady, Wang Zhuo’s plumbing gave a few twitches, and a gush of turbid ** spurted out!
Gan Shuang and the others nearby collectively let out a sigh of relief. For the past two days, Wang Zhuo’s ** had built up alarmingly, yet he hadn't managed to urinate, which had them desperately worried. Si Yuan, however, stubbornly insisted they not call a nurse to insert a catheter for Instructor Wang, leading the group to devise this alternative solution.
“Shall I help him clean up?”
The caregiver lady held the brimming urine basin, asking Qi Fei with a smile.
Qi Fei immediately shook her head. Setting aside the fact that there were plenty of people present who could help Wang Zhuo clean himself, judging by the caregiver’s appearance alone, even if Wang Zhuo were awake, he probably wouldn't agree to let this lady assist with cleaning his lower body!
The lady chuckled and inquired, “Which one of you is his family?”
The group exchanged glances—you look at me, I look at you—until finally, no one stepped forward to claim responsibility.
The smile on the lady’s face took on a subtle, knowing quality. Having lived some life, she easily recognized the unspoken complexity here. She said cheerfully, “Then please relay a message to his family. This cleaning work must be done properly, or he’ll get sick. Just smell it; his crotch is starting to stink.”
The duty of the 'official' girlfriend was to remain alone in the room to—without any argument—clean Wang Zhuo’s lower body!
The others left, covering their faces. It wasn't that they didn't want to help; rather, there were things everyone tacitly understood but no one dared to voice aloud.
Even Si Yuan was the same. She actually wanted to rush forward and help, but a meaningful glance from Guan Yingying made her immediately and obediently retreat.
The three women sat in the living room. Guan Yingying proposed turning on Wang Zhuo’s phone to check for any urgent matters, a suggestion immediately vetoed by Qi Fei and Si Yuan—Wang Zhuo had too many secrets, and stumbling upon something awkward would be mortifying.
“How long will he be sleeping this time?” Si Yuan broke the brief silence.
Guan Yingying gave a wry smile, “He definitely won't wake up today…”
Qi Fei nodded in agreement, “Didn’t Fu Xinran say it? He hasn’t slept properly for almost a month. I think he’ll need to sleep at least until tomorrow.”
Speak of the devil, Fu Xinran’s call came in right then. She brought good news for them all: An Qi’s latest blood test results were back. Her white blood cell count was nearing normal levels, and the other two indicators had improved significantly.
The number of virus cells had dropped by more than a hundredfold from their peak intensity, indicating that the illness was under effective control!
The three women immediately became excited. Guan Yingying eagerly asked, “Then what about An Qi? How is she doing?”
“We haven’t administered the medication to her yet…” Fu Xinran replied with a wry smile. “We need to complete the observation period for this first batch of An Qi’s patients, confirm there are no severe health impacts or side effects, before we can continue administering it to others…”
The three women felt a touch of gloom but understood this was born out of concern for patient safety. While they hoped the medicine Wang Zhuo developed was perfect and had no adverse effects on the human body, that was merely their ideal, not necessarily reality.
Wang Zhuo, however, was extremely confident in his research findings. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to administer it to An Qi immediately, nor would he have fallen asleep contentedly just as the treatment began showing results.
In that evening’s news broadcast, the previously perplexing situation took a major positive turn. It seemed the central authorities had shifted their propaganda strategy, likely influenced by the Wang Treatment.
And in the follow-up special report, while the world was still clearly in dire straits, this time people didn't treat the news like a comedy. They truly believed what they were seeing, because Wang Zhuo had created not just a therapy, but a miracle!
On that very day, a sliver of dawn finally broke through the overcast sky. Patients who had received the medication along with An Qi showed signs of improvement to varying degrees. The medical community was shaken, and the families were overcome with gratitude!
In the evening, more critically ill patients, under strong demand, were granted the treatment. Their physical or financial situations could no longer sustain waiting, so they chose to take the risk.
At the affiliated hospital’s research institute, the white blood cell vitality inhibitor, complexly customized by Wang Zhuo, was tentatively named Wang Zhuo Enzyme and entered intensive cultivation. If the patient trials succeeded, these newly cultivated Wang Zhuo Enzymes would be immediately deployed for treatment—provisions were prepared before the army even moved!
The news of Wang Zhuo collapsing alarmed the entire world!
Oh wait, a certain person misspoke when saying that. It only alarmed his world, although that scope was quite vast.
On the third day of his deep sleep, the three generations of the Qin family arrived. All the members of Wang Zhuo’s ‘harem’ who heard the news rushed over without exception. The unscrupulous old dad, Wang Zhengdao, showed genuine concern for his son for the first time, as did Wang Zhuo’s friends, classmates, university leaders, and business partners—they all made appearances!
But they soon left, group after group, because Wang Zhuo’s vital signs were completely normal; he was just sleeping too soundly. Furthermore, those familiar with Wang Zhuo said this condition always occurred after he was excessively exhausted. Letting him sleep it off was all that was needed!
He Ye and Xu Chu arrived at Wang Zhuo’s place together, but they could only appear as Wang Zhuo’s classmates. So, they brought along male students like Geng Bin and Zheng Peng.
Seeing Wang Zhuo asleep, they almost failed to recognize the vibrant, handsome young man. Fortunately, Gan Shuang and the others had already cut his hair and shaved his beard, otherwise, they would have only seen a wild man.
On the way back to school, Geng Bin finally couldn't suppress his gossipy nature and quietly asked He Ye, “Beauty, when did you and Wang Zhuo become so close?”
He Ye, who had once been intent on capturing the wealthy bachelor Wang Zhuo, knew the relationship between Geng Bin and Wang Zhuo very well. Now that it seemed they were all ‘insiders,’ she hesitated for a moment before saying half-jokingly, half-seriously, “I signed a deed of servitude to him.”
“Whoa?!” The boys’ mouths dropped wide enough to swallow an ostrich egg!
He Ye smiled faintly and continued, “I just work for him. Chu Chu is the same.” The boys were momentarily stunned but their burning desire to gossip was instantly reignited. Seeing the campus belle acting so friendly and enthusiastic, they pressed on, firing off questions from all sides.
So when Xu Chu declared rather boldly that she and He Ye both belonged to Wang Zhuo, the boys merely teased them, not realizing that what these two great beauties were saying was not a joke, but actual fact.
After sleeping for a full eighty hours, Wang Zhuo finally stirred awake.
A gentle but clumsy massage came from beneath him—it was Gan Shuang diligently trying to help him release the urine trapped in his bladder. She hadn't succeeded yet, but she had managed to rouse him from his half-sleep state now that his vitality had returned.
She was leaning over, and her ample chest inevitably made intimate contact with Wang Zhuo’s leg. Even through the clothes, one could feel that intoxicating softness.
“Cough…” Wang Zhuo cleared his throat softly.
Gan Shuang was startled and quickly looked up. Seeing his bright eyes and the slight upward curve of his lips, she let out a joyful gasp, “You’re finally awake!”
Wang Zhuo nodded slightly, glanced with his eyes toward the hanging IV bag beside him, and asked, “What is this?”
Gan Shuang stood up, pulled over a chair, and sat down beside him, saying with a wry smile, “Nutrient fluid. You’ve been asleep for eighty hours…”
“Eighty hours?” Wang Zhuo was momentarily stunned. He looked out the window at the magnificent, colorful night beginning to settle outside, shook his head self-deprecatingly.
“Take it out, I don’t need this,” he instructed Gan Shuang, while simultaneously asking, “How is An Qi?”
Gan Shuang smiled happily and replied, “She managed to drink a little porridge this afternoon…”
Being able to drink porridge spoke volumes. Before Wang Zhuo fell asleep, An Qi had trouble even drinking water, yet now she could eat porridge!
Wang Zhuo closed his eyes and let out a contented, long sigh of relief. All that hard work hadn't been in vain; it had finally borne fruit. Fantastic!
“Yu…”
The vibration of a phone came from Gan Shuang’s body. She took out her phone, glanced at it, and held it up to Wang Zhuo: “It’s Sister Qi Fei’s call. She went to the hospital to check on An Qi, so she must be calling from there…”
“You take it,” Wang Zhuo smiled, gently pressing the back of the hand where the needle had just been pulled out.
As soon as the call connected, Qi Fei’s slightly excited, rapid voice came through: “Shuangshuang, quickly turn on the TV, the Hot Topic Interview on CCTV-1.”
“Wang Zhuo is awake. When are you coming back?” Gan Shuang asked with a smile.
The other end of the phone went silent for a moment, then immediately became noisy. Wang Zhuo cheerfully gestured for Gan Shuang to turn on the television.
Only after the barrage of questions was finished did he laugh and say, “We can chat about everything when we get back. I want to eat Donkey Meat Baked Buns; bring me one on your way back. Drive slowly and be safe…”
Tonight’s Hot Topic Interview was unusual.
It first briefly introduced the raging Mosquito Fever epidemic across the globe, then analyzed the virus’s transmission method and potential treatments from a scientific perspective.
The human body's white blood cells have a certain killing effect on the Mosquito Fever virus, so being bitten by an infected mosquito does not guarantee 100% infection.
Only when the density of virus cells reaches a certain level can they contend with healthy cells. When a small amount of virus-carrying blood enters an area rich in healthy blood, it becomes severely diluted and subsequently annihilated. This provided an opportunity for complete cure.
White blood cells are the body's healthy scavengers. Since the Mosquito Fever virus controls the white blood cell count, humans cannot naturally recover from this illness. However, once the patient’s white blood cells develop immunity to the virus, as their numbers gradually return to normal, the virus-carrying platelets and red blood cells are gradually cleared away by healthy white blood cells, causing the density of virus cells to drop below that critical threshold, leading to complete eradication.
At the end of the program, the host solemnly announced that an expert team in Jiangzhou had found a treatment method to induce white blood cell immunity to the virus, suggesting that conquering the virus might be just around the corner…
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