The red-haired woman had gleaned all of this from the extremely dangerous car race just now.
Look how fierce Frank and Chris were; yet, Lu Chen had them nearly crashing several times, making their lives a living hell.
Another woman behind the redhead spoke with a mocking tone, "Young Master Frank has truly lost face this time. I've never seen him so humiliated. However, I don't think he'll let it go so easily. Even knowing that Lu Chen came to rescue the master, he'll still try to harm him."
The woman who had spoken first nodded and said, "That's right. If Lu Chen can cure our master, he won't be in so much danger. If he can't, he'll be in mortal danger. Young Master Frank is narrow-minded and always seeks revenge!"
The woman who had mocked Frank continued, "However, is Lu Chen, so young, capable of curing the master? I highly doubt it. The master's medical team consists of top international cardiology experts, and over the years, they've only been able to alleviate his symptoms, not cure the root cause…"
"Don't use common sense!" the redhead said coldly, "Seven-Life Flower, you don't understand what that is. Although I don't understand it either, in the *Unknown Divine Codex*, the Seven-Life Flower ranks third."
Instantly, the expressions of the women behind them all changed, and they fell silent, trembling with fear.
It was the *Unknown Divine Scripture of Humanity* that had moved them so deeply.
The red-haired woman said calmly, "Let's go back. I suddenly have to thank Yang Jiangyu. Perhaps it was because of her intervention that I avoided a powerful enemy and even had the opportunity to befriend him. The Seven-Life Flower is indeed powerful; the aura it exudes would probably even shock my teacher."
With that, she turned and walked down the mountain.
On the other side of this small hill, a large area of luxury villas could be seen.
The top-tier villas were practically estates, boasting vast expanses of lush forests and verdant lawns. Even their swimming pools were larger than those of ordinary villas.
There were only three to five such estate villas on the entire mountain.
Lu Chen drove his Hummer, carrying Xu Jiaqi, and passed through three security checkpoints in the villa area before finally arriving at their destination. During this time, Lu Chen also thoroughly enjoyed Xu Jiaqi's long, white legs.
At some point, he placed one hand on the beautiful dean's thigh, which was peeking out from under her knee-length skirt, gently caressing its softness and smoothness.
At first, Xu Jiaqi objected, pushing Lu Chen's hand away and telling him to focus on driving.
Lu Chen just sighed softly, then sighed again, and then sighed again shortly after.
After a while, Xu Jiaqi had no choice but to say, "Be careful driving!" Then, she took Lu Chen's hand and placed it on her thigh, adding, "While driving, don't go too far, know when to stop. So, you can't touch anything within the panties area."
Lu Chen happily nodded in agreement, continuing to caress the beautiful woman's legs while reveling in the endless greenery.
He discovered that after slapping those guys in the face, touching Jiaqi's thigh was incredibly pleasant. Of course, if Jiaqi were replaced by Qingqing, Liuli, Shangguan Bei, or Zhuang Keluo, and those reckless drivers were replaced by other people offering themselves up for a beating, it would be just as satisfying.
A hero in this world, slapping scoundrels in the face, touching beautiful women's legs—the combination is an unparalleled pleasure!
After driving for three minutes through that incredibly spacious manor, they finally saw a large plaza with a huge fountain in the center, surrounded by many bronze statues of beautiful women, each exuding charm.
Beyond the plaza stood a magnificent European-style building.
Several people were already waiting at the entrance, one of whom was a short, middle-aged Chinese man who bore a resemblance to Xu Jiaqi. As soon as Lu Chen and Xu Jiaqi got out of the car, the short, middle-aged man approached them, complaining:
"Jiaqi, why are you so slow? Hurry up… The old gentleman is having a heart attack. He received a sedative and is at least asleep, but his heart condition hasn't improved. This is the most dangerous time! If he wakes up and his heart is still pounding, his life will be in grave danger. The doctors in the medical team are about to collapse…"
He looked like he was about to cry.
That was undoubtedly Xu Jiaqi's father, Xu Zhou. However, he didn't look like a cardiologist at all; he looked more like a workshop foreman in a factory.
Lu Chen scratched his head, a little troubled. He had been so intimate with his daughter—should he really be called a father-in-law? Just thinking about it, Lu Chen quickly decided on how to address him: "Hello, Uncle Xu!"
"Director Lu Chen, right? My daughter told me about your abilities. I'm counting on you, otherwise… sigh!" Saying this, she grabbed Lu Chen's hand and dragged him inside.
In a spacious and luxurious room, there was a large bed, on which lay a withered old man, around seventy years old. His eyes were closed, and although he was unconscious, deep pain emanated from him, his face contorted.
In short, he looked as if he would never recover.
Clearly, he was the patriarch of the Johnvin family, Mr. Serge Johnvin.
A dozen or so people surrounded him, four or five of whom were men and women in white coats, their faces serious and pained—presumably the experts from the health care team.
They also looked unlikely to recover, surrounding the bed, constantly checking Serge's condition with various instruments. Colorful little films were attached to the sensitive nerve endings throughout his body. These films, activated by electromagnetic waves, reflected and displayed Seji's current internal condition on a computer screen.
"Severe blood supply; the old man's brain is already showing signs of dryness."
"His body temperature is constantly dropping, a result of insufficient blood supply; his muscles are becoming increasingly stiff. Lisa, what are you doing standing there? Quickly massage the old man's legs and hands to get the limited blood flow circulating!"
"Oh no! Nerve endings are starting to atrophy; the brain is gradually losing control. If this continues, even if the old man recovers this time, his legs will be paralyzed..."
...
The experts were increasingly anxious, their voices rising in alarm.
They knew that if Seji were to die, their situation would be extremely precarious. The John Wen family was incredibly powerful; while not everyone in charge was bloodthirsty, the one who had hired these experts was certainly ruthless.
He had said, "I'm hiring you all, three million US dollars a year each. With that much money, I don't expect you to cure my grandfather's illness, but you must at least keep him alive for five years. If he dies within five years, you all die too!"
That man was young, but extremely ruthless. None of the doctors believed he would actually do it.
Five years? That should be possible, three million US dollars a year!
So these experts were all going all in.
But now…it seems the situation is dire; there's still a year and a half to go!
Large beads of sweat dripped from the experts' foreheads onto the bed.
The nannies and assistants surrounding them were also filled with anxiety.
Only one person remained calm, even seemingly relaxed. She crossed her two very long, slender, white legs and placed them on the coffee table. She leaned back on a spacious sofa, expressionlessly and gently filing her fingernails.
She was the red-haired woman from the hilltop earlier; she was also Ryusa, the third-generation head of the Johnvin family. The one responsible for gathering the experts and forming the health care team was ranked below Ryusa.
At this moment, a butler rushed to Liusha's side, smiling wryly, and said, "Miss, what are we going to do with Master's condition? What are we going to do? Should we take him to the hospital?"
Liusha casually replied, "If you think any hospital in China has better experts and equipment than we do now, I don't mind."
The butler hesitated, "But we can't just watch Master like this... Sigh! What are we going to do!"
"Isn't our savior coming soon?" Liusha said calmly, "Don't worry, with the arrival of our savior, my grandfather, your master, will be saved."
"You mean that doctor Xu Zhou called... what's his name... what's his name Lu Chen?" The butler looked distrustful, "Xu Zhou's qualifications are worse than any of the experts in the health care team! Look at all the Chinese doctors he's brought in these past few days, and the ones we've brought in through other channels—what use have they been? They're all helpless!"
Ryuse glanced at him sideways: "Bill, don't judge people you haven't met with preconceived notions. Miracles can happen anytime. If you don't believe in miracles, you'll miss them."
"Alright, alright!" Bill's smile grew even more bitter: "I can never win an argument with you, Miss!"
At this moment, a bearded man of about fifty, standing by the large bed, sneered: "Chinese doctors are all useless. All that talk about the profound and extensive nature of Chinese medicine is bullshit in my eyes. I think this trip to China was a waste. Five Chinese doctors were seen, and none of them could cure him, not even a way to slow the progression of his illness. It's laughable!"
Upon hearing this, a beautiful woman of about forty, with brown hair and a still-attractive appearance, spoke up, equally disdainful: "Exactly! What's even more laughable is that some of them, who had already made appointments, didn't dare to come for treatment. What else can they be but useless?"
Ryuse filed one of her nails, held it up to examine it from a distance, seemingly admiring it. She didn't speak, but chuckled inwardly. Those who dared not come for treatment were actually killed by her; she simply used that as a cover.
As for those who dared to come, it was because Ryusa, through her investigation, determined they lacked the ability to cure Grandpa, so she spared them.
She didn't want to commit mass killings, and she wanted to save Grandpa's life, but if saving Grandpa meant resurrecting those old fogies, she had no choice but to kill them. These members of the medical team were only alive because they could only slow down Grandpa's illness.
While she remained silent, the medical team members began to whisper amongst themselves.