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Liu Hui stood in the ward, watching Zhou Tengyun, his heart consumed by anxiety. Mei Peng sighed repeatedly beside him. He had already sent the nurses away, instructing them not to discuss the patient under any circumstances. Given the current capabilities of the Han Tang Hospital, they could do nothing more for Zhou Tengyun beyond administering some symbolic nutritional fluids.

It wasn't until six in the evening that the Dimensional Trader chimed, signaling a call from Xerg. Liu Hui hurried to the basement and initiated the connection.

“Esteemed Lord Xerg, what is the situation?” Liu Hui asked impatiently.

“Esteemed Lord Liu Hui, after our research, your friend’s injuries are catastrophic. Ninety-five percent of his internal organs have failed, and the area of his full-body burns is extensive, further complicated by severe infection and ulceration. If you grant us sufficient time, we can bring your friend back to full health.”

“Thank you, Lord Xerg, I knew you would have a solution,” Liu Hui exclaimed with immense relief upon hearing there was hope, profusely thanking Xerg.

“Esteemed Lord Liu Hui, I stated that given sufficient time, we could restore your friend. However, your friend’s remaining time is short, so our medicinal treatment method is no longer viable.”

“What?” Liu Hui was stunned, his recently settled heart leaping back into his throat.

“Our Zerg soldiers also sustain injuries in battle, sometimes far more severe than your friend’s. Post-combat, we send them to Medical Towers where they undergo conditioning, recovering fully in a very short time. If your friend could enter a Medical Tower, his injuries would rapidly heal.”

“Can you trade me a Medical Tower?” Liu Hui asked immediately, seeing a glimmer of hope.

“Our Zerg Medical Towers are actually a specific caste of Zerg soldiers, they are our kin. Since the Dimensional Trader cannot exchange living beings, they cannot be transferred through the device.”

Liu Hui felt a wave of dejection. After all this discussion, there seemed to be no solution after all.

Xerg observed Liu Hui’s crestfallen expression and continued, “While we cannot provide a Medical Tower, we have specifically designed a Biological Healing Tank for you, tailored to the characteristics of your Human race. This Biological Healing Tank is a healing tool we manufacture; lacking life functions, it can indeed be traded via the Dimensional Trader. However, it is not as powerful as our Medical Towers. While it can treat your friend, it can only be used twice.”

“How many uses of the Biological Healing Tank would my friend require to be fully cured?” Liu Hui asked joyfully.

“Your friend would only need one use of this tank for a complete recovery; the treatment time required is just twelve hours.”

The stone in Liu Hui’s heart finally settled. He turned to Xerg and asked, “Has the Biological Healing Tank been manufactured?”

“It is already produced. Do you wish to trade now?”

“Of course, my friend is waiting to be saved!” Liu Hui urged anxiously.

“Esteemed Lord Liu Hui, you must understand that our Zerg rarely construct Biological Healing Tanks, as they are of little use to us compared to our cost-effective Medical Towers. Manufacturing such an item solely for you required extensive use of rare materials, resulting in a very high production cost. If you trade for it, my price is fifty units of Mystic Powder for one Biological Healing Tank.”

“What? One Biological Healing Tank for fifty units of Mystic Powder, and it can only be used twice? Fifty units of Mystic Powder could buy five hundred doses of AIDS medication!” Liu Hui was shocked; the price of this Biological Healing Tank was outrageously high.

“Esteemed Lord Liu Hui, this is unavoidable. To create this Biological Healing Tank, we had to fabricate numerous auxiliary machines, yet these machines are utterly useless to us. We must factor this overhead into the tank’s cost. Should you require more Biological Healing Tanks in the future, the price can be significantly lower,” Xerg explained.

Liu Hui had no choice. Only the biological healing tank could save a life; a high price was irrelevant when weighed against the infinite value of life.

“Esteemed Lord Xerg, thank you very much for your assistance. Let us trade immediately!” Liu Hui placed the remaining fifty kilograms of drugs from his previous haul, along with the briefcase, onto the trading interface.

Xerg’s eyes lit up upon seeing the briefcase filled with narcotics. This batch of Mystic Powder could facilitate the conditioning of fifty more Zerg commanders, further enhancing his overall Zerg strength. He swiftly placed a large apparatus onto his side and clicked the trade confirmation.

The briefcase instantly vanished into Xerg’s possession, and in its place, a large tank, five meters long and two meters in diameter, materialized before Liu Hui. Impatiently, Liu Hui bid farewell to Xerg and shut down the trader.

The Biological Healing Tank stood centered in the basement, shimmering with a silver glow, radiating a distinct technological aura. Liu Hui carefully examined the device; Xerg had provided operating instructions during the trade. The tank’s lid could be opened to place the injured inside. The interior was filled with a milky-white fluid, and the tank would become inert once this fluid turned colorless.

Liu Hui went to Zhou Tengyun’s ward, where Mei Peng was still standing guard. He said to Mei Peng, “Second Brother, I have a way to treat Third Brother, but the process is rather unorthodox. I need you to keep this absolutely secret.”

“Boss, everyone has secrets. I won’t tell anyone else. If your secret can save Third Brother, I will be eternally grateful,” Mei Peng replied. Ever since he learned Liu Hui could cure AIDS, Mei Peng suspected there was a hidden story. After all, someone who had never researched medicine suddenly producing world-leading drugs was inherently unbelievable. Still, curing AIDS was a good deed, and he trusted Liu Hui would not harm them. Furthermore, the Han Tang Hospital Liu Hui established served his own ideals, so he had been subtly helping Liu Hui maintain his cover stories and obscure the truth.

“Second Brother, tell the others later that the burn patient admitted just now died despite all rescue efforts. We didn't register Third Brother’s name upon admission, so the miracle of his recovery will never be known,” Liu Hui instructed.

“I will take care of that.”

With Mei Peng’s assistance, Liu Hui carefully lifted Zhou Tengyun onto a transport stretcher and wheeled him toward the basement. Mei Peng stopped at the entrance to the basement and did not enter. He knew many of his boss’s secrets were kept down there, but he refused to pry, fearing that if he accidentally let a secret slip, it would bring immense trouble upon his boss. A secret is only a secret when only one person knows it; a second person ruins it.

Mei Peng’s reluctance to enter the basement was a source of quiet satisfaction for Liu Hui. He closed the basement door, opened the lid of the Biological Healing Tank, stripped Zhou Tengyun’s clothes off, affixed a respirator to his mouth, and carefully lowered him into the tank. The milky-white fluid quickly submerged Zhou Tengyun. Liu Hui closed the lid. He pressed a red button on the tank, and a sound like a starting motor filled the air. The Biological Healing Tank flashed brightly, and tiny blue arcs began to flicker within the fluid, emitting sharp crackling sounds as Zhou Tengyun’s form flickered in and out of view inside.

Liu Hui found a chair and sat down, staring intently at the tank, though the opaque white fluid obscured his view of Zhou Tengyun’s exact condition. Only now did he finally relax completely; Zhou Tengyun would be cured in twelve hours. Once Third Brother awoke, he would need to understand the situation—how did he end up in such a tragic state? Liu Hui refused to believe the usually honest and simple Third Brother would intentionally court trouble.

It was only then that Liu Hui realized he had traded away every single drug he possessed that was eligible for trade; he had nothing left to barter with. If another emergency arose, how would he cope? Perhaps Xerg would permit him a temporary loan out of respect for their partnership, but debt always needed repayment, especially given the long-term nature of their future trades. Moreover, Liu Hui was not the type to casually owe favors.

According to the agreement with the Ba Shan City government, the state required 500 doses of medication annually, and social welfare required another 200 doses for charity work—a total of 700 treatment doses that had to be readily available. His own hospital was about to enter a peak patient influx and also required substantial medication stockpiles. With fewer than 500 doses currently on hand, a shortage was highly likely. If Zhou Tengyun’s accident hadn’t occurred, he could have held out longer, but now, a swift calculation revealed his drug inventory had reached a dangerously low level.

Liu Hui wrestled with the dilemma: how to acquire a large quantity of drugs? Should he seek out organized crime to purchase them, or even contact the drug manufacturers himself and become a trafficker? His spatial storage made smuggling drugs back incredibly easy. But if the news leaked… The mere thought sent a shiver down his spine; he hadn't lived long enough to want to die prematurely.

Since those avenues were closed for now, what else was there? He had always been law-abiding, never stealing or robbing. Wait! Stealing, robbing? His eyes began to gleam. Yes, he could rob the criminal organizations! This would solve his problem and simultaneously reduce the number of people harmed by drugs in society. Viewed from this angle, wasn't he a righteous bandit?

The more Liu Hui considered it, the more excited he became. The seed of robbing drug gangs, once planted, instantly sprouted into a towering tree. If he had concrete intelligence, he might rush out to commit the robbery immediately.

Liu Hui had been diligently exercising, and the effects of the Body Evolution Fluid had fully manifested, significantly boosting his physical conditioning. However, he had no practical combat experience to gauge his true capabilities. But as long as he avoided direct confrontation and focused only on theft, utilizing his spatial storage and nimble agility, he should be able to sneak the drugs away undetected. The Kuang Long Gang had lost 100 kilograms of drugs in one go previously; they likely held far more. Should he start with them?

With this thought, Liu Hui stood up, stretching and warming up in the basement before beginning his training. He launched himself into the air, achieving a three-meter vertical leap, executing a three-kick combo mid-air, and landing steadily. He followed this with several forward rolls, then backward rolls. Next, a running start led to a flying front kick, followed by a flying side kick, then a roundhouse kick, finishing with a high-speed sequence of aerial directional leg maneuvers. Supported by his terrifying physical capacity, he executed all these movements flawlessly. After completing this routine, not a single bead of sweat coated his body. Every muscle flexed with seemingly inexhaustible energy; only his rationality prevented him from letting out a triumphant shout.

Some of these moves Liu Hui had learned at a Taekwondo studio; others were acquired from downloaded Taekwondo instructional videos online.

After finishing his striking practice, Liu Hui retrieved a steel target and a bag of steel pellets from his storage space. He fixed the target to the wall, stood over ten meters away on the opposite side, and casually tossed a steel pellet, which struck the bullseye, denting the all-steel target. Then, mid-somersault, he shot the remaining pellets from his hand, again hitting the bullseye with precision. Subsequent drills involving jumps, sprints, turns, and even blindfolded pellet throwing all yielded high accuracy. The steel target on the wall was already pitted and unusable.

After injecting the Body Evolution Fluid, Liu Hui had rigorously trained, quickly adapting to his modified physique. His body’s potential had been unlocked, leading to significant improvements in strength, speed, reaction time, hearing, smell, and coordination.

Although his baseline physical condition had improved, Liu Hui was acutely aware that countless things in the world could end his life in an instant. He needed a certain degree of self-preservation to avoid the tragic fate of a billionaire being felled by a street thug. Therefore, he specialized in the secret art of steel pellet projectiles, as steel pellets were easy to obtain and would leave no trace for post-incident investigation. After weeks of practice, combined with his sharp perception and intimidating gaze, his pellet accuracy was remarkably high.

Liu Hui did not know the extent of his physical combat ability, but he felt utterly confident in his steel pellets. In his hands, a steel pellet carried the destructive force of a handgun. His spatial storage was packed with pellets, and his ample strength meant he could fire them for extended periods. Calculated carefully, his destructive potential was considerable.

While Liu Hui was occupied with this rigorous training, two hours had passed since Zhou Tengyun entered the Biological Healing Tank. The milky-white fluid had paled slightly, but the occupant’s condition remained obscured.

Liu Hui sighed, left the basement, locked the door, and realized night had fallen. He returned to his office where Liang Jingyue and Mei Peng were waiting. Seeing him enter, Liang Jingyue immediately asked, “Ah Hui, how is Zhou Tengyun? You were down there so long, we were worried sick.”

“Jingyue, don’t worry. Third Brother should be fine. Some time ago, I acquired a thousand-year-old ginseng, which I was keeping for an emergency; I’ve used it for Third Brother now, and his life force has stabilized. Remember how I told you I discovered a cure for AIDS in an ancient Chinese medicine text? Well, I actually found a prescription for treating burns in the same text. I hadn’t tested its efficacy because I lacked a suitable subject. I tried it on Third Brother just now, and the results were excellent. He should recover completely within a few days,” Liu Hui reassured Liang Jingyue.

“Jingyue, I told you Boss would have a way. See? There’s even a new secret formula,” Mei Peng chuckled from the side. He naturally knew the situation wasn't that simple, but he couldn't contradict Liu Hui; instead, he helped reinforce the lie.

“Ah Hui, that’s wonderful news. But why haven’t I heard about this new formula before?” Liang Jingyue asked, looking puzzled.

“Jingyue, this formula is recorded in the ancient text, but it mentioned the prescription was slightly incomplete, which might affect the treatment outcome. I’ve been studying it recently, and I only dared to use it on Third Brother during his crisis today. I never expected the effect to be this good. Hehe!” Liu Hui obviously couldn't reveal the existence of the Dimensional Trader, so he was forced to weave more lies to deceive Liang Jingyue.

“Yes, Boss was even discussing this formula with me last time. We worried it wouldn’t be effective, but look how well it worked! It saved Third Brother’s life this time!” Mei Peng added from his position.

Liu Hui felt a pang of guilt toward Mei Peng. Mei Peng had been an honest man before, but how many lies had he spun to help cover for Liu Hui since they started working together? He would likely have to continue spinning them, making him entirely compromised.

“Jingyue, the research on this new medicine isn’t finalized yet. Don’t mention it to others for now. Our Han Tang Hospital has already attracted enough attention recently. If people find out we can also treat severe burns, other burn treatment hospitals might unite to take action against us,” Liu Hui cautioned Liang Jingyue.

“That’s right, Jingyue. Treating AIDS didn’t infringe on anyone’s interests much, since nobody else could treat it. But if we launch a burn treatment drug now, we’ll likely cut into other hospitals’ revenue streams, and they might band together against us,” Mei Peng chimed in to guide her thinking.

“Oh, I see. Then I won’t tell anyone else.” Though intelligent, Liang Jingyue was an outsider in medicine and hadn't considered the professional rivalry aspect; she easily believed the words of Liu Hui and Mei Peng.

Liu Hui and Mei Peng exchanged a look, both offering faint, wry smiles.

“Oh, right, Ah Hui, you just came out. You probably haven’t had dinner yet. Mei Peng and I waited for you and haven’t eaten either. Let’s have dinner together first. Skipping meals is bad for your health, and you look like you’ve gotten thinner lately,” Liang Jingyue said with concern.

“That sounds great, Boss. Let’s go! I’m starving. Liu Lin went back to her hometown for a while, so I haven't even had a decent place to eat,” Mei Peng said, feigning a pitiful expression.

“Alright, we’ll go together. Jingyue, do you have a good place to recommend?” Liu Hui asked with a smile.

“I once went to a congee shop; the food there is excellent. Let’s go there!” Liang Jingyue said happily. She suddenly remembered something and asked, “By the way, does Zhou Tengyun need anyone to look after him here?”

“He doesn’t need anyone for the moment. Let’s go eat first!” Liu Hui replied with a smile.