Inside a spacious lecture hall at Modu University.
A somewhat dry finance professional course was in progress.
However, the atmosphere in the classroom today was a bit unusual.
For no other reason than the silent presence of an uninvited guest, Lu Cheng, in the last row.
Having a rare moment of free time, he actually accompanied Xia Qinghe to one of her specialized classes.
Although he merely sat casually in a corner, his innate aura and perfectly handsome face still made him an unmissable sight.
Even the professor on the podium, a man past fifty with thinning hair, frequently and unconsciously cast his gaze towards the back row.
The professor's lecture voice was a few shades louder than usual, exceptionally serious, not daring to show any slack.
After all, the dean had specifically come to inform him that there was an esteemed guest observing, and this class absolutely had to be treated with an even more rigorous and serious attitude than a public lecture.
Meanwhile, Xia Qinghe, sitting next to Lu Cheng, became the object of envy and jealousy for all the girls in the room.
Feeling the complex gazes of admiration, jealousy, and curiosity directed at her from all directions, Xia Qinghe's fair cheeks flushed slightly.
But at the same time, the invisible "sense of privilege" brought by Lu Cheng beside her, and the reassuringly powerful aura emanating from him, also stirred a small sense of vanity within her.
What girl wouldn't want a boyfriend who could give her a sense of security?
It was as if, with him by her side, all troubles were irrelevant to her.
--- The difficult class finally ended.
Students poured out of the classroom like a tide.
Lu Cheng was still holding his phone, casually scrolling through the report his subordinate had just sent regarding Shen Yan's recent situation.
"After the last failed investment, the target has been dejected, almost completely cutting off contact with the outside world, hiding in his rented room all day, and has not attended classes for several consecutive days."
"In the past two days, seemingly under pressure from rent and online loan repayments, he has started working part-time as a food delivery driver."
Upon seeing the words "food delivery driver," Lu Cheng frowned.
He had originally intended to give the protagonist another push, to speed up his treasure-hunting progress.
How had he already fallen to this state?
A dignified reincarnator, a child of destiny, possessing ten years of future memories, instead of thinking about how to use his foreknowledge advantage to turn things around, he actually went to deliver food?
This won't do.
A perfectly good treasure-hunting rat, he was giving up on himself too quickly.
Moreover, who knows if this world might truly produce a protagonist with a "food delivery system" later on?
Wouldn't that be stealing someone else's livelihood?
Lu Cheng's fingertips tapped lightly on the phone screen, a calculating glint flashing in his eyes.
He still had to guide him himself...
At the same time.
Holy Heart Hospital, in the center of Modu City.
Inside the director's office.
A well-dressed, middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses, looking outwardly righteous, was speaking voluminously.
He was the director of Holy Heart Hospital, Wang Donghai.
A profit-driven businessman who valued profit more than the lives of his patients.
Under his management, Holy Heart Hospital's cure rate hadn't improved much, but its profit margin increased year by year.
One couldn't call him black-hearted, only that he ate coal and excreted ash—black to the core.
Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged woman with a sorrowful expression and simple clothes.
The woman's eyes were red and swollen, and her hands constantly rubbed the corners of her clothes, clearly under immense pressure and pain.
She was the wife of a late-stage cancer patient in the hospital.
To treat her husband's illness, their family had long since gone bankrupt and was heavily in debt, and now she was at a loss for the subsequent exorbitant treatment costs, her face etched with despair.
"Sister, I know you're having a hard time now."
Wang Donghai's tone carried a false sympathy and enticement.
"Your husband's illness... alas, it's indeed tricky. At our Holy Heart Hospital, the subsequent treatment costs are also an astronomical figure."
"However, I do have a method here that not only allows you to immediately get a large sum of money for emergencies, but perhaps... it could also give your husband a better chance at treatment!"
The middle-aged woman suddenly looked up, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes: "Director Wang, are you... are you serious?"
Wang Donghai showed a kind smile on his face, leaned slightly forward, and lowered his voice.
"Listen to me."
"You transfer your husband from our hospital right now and send him to that Returning Spring Hall Chinese medicine clinic in the west of the city."
"Just tell them it was a sudden acute illness and let them treat him."
"Those Chinese medicine practitioners, they're flashy and look impressive, but what serious illnesses can they actually treat? They definitely can't cure your husband's late-stage cancer; even if they could, it would only be to delay it, treating the symptoms but not the root cause."
"When they can't cure it, or... if something goes wrong with the treatment," a sinister glint flashed in Wang Donghai's eyes, "you make a scene! Go to the clinic and make a scene! Say they made him worse and demand compensation."
"Don't worry, we will arrange the follow-up matters properly."
"After it's done," Wang Donghai held up five fingers and waved them in front of the woman, "I'll personally give you this much! Five hundred thousand!"
The middle-aged woman gasped, her eyes filled with shock and struggle.
Five hundred thousand was undoubtedly a huge sum for her ordinary family.
But... wouldn't doing this be too immoral? And what if it delayed her husband's treatment...
"Director Wang... this... can it work?" She hesitated, not daring to agree.
Seeing this, Wang Donghai immediately patted his chest, swearing solemnly:
"Don't worry! Sister! Would I lie to you?"
"When the matter is over, and those Chinese medicine practitioners at Returning Spring Hall are at their wit's end, you send the patient back to our Holy Heart Hospital!"
"I guarantee! He'll get the best imported medicines! We'll arrange a consultation with our hospital's top experts!"
"Even!" He leaned in conspiratorially,
"Let your husband be among the first to experience our hospital's newly introduced stem cell immunotherapy!"
"This is the most advanced technology from abroad, currently still in the internal trial phase, not open to the public! The effects are excellent! Many wealthy people are lining up for it!"
"Think about it, Sister! You get five hundred thousand for free, and your husband gets the most advanced, high-tech treatment!"
"This is simply killing two birds with one stone, a windfall from heaven! Once this opportunity is gone, it's gone!"
Under the dual assault of the immense temptation of money and the seemingly miraculous "advanced therapy."
Her husband's increasingly weakened body.
Heavy financial pressure.
Ultimately, these broke through the struggling moral bottom line in the middle-aged woman's heart.
She looked at Wang Donghai's sincere face, deliberated repeatedly, and finally gritted her teeth, nodding heavily.
"Alright! Director Wang!"
"I'll listen to you!"
"I'll do as you say!"
Wang Donghai watched the woman finally nod, a triumphant sneer immediately appearing on his face, but his mouth continued to offer fake comfort.
Chinese medicine?
Returning Spring Hall?
Trying to steal business from my Holy Heart Hospital?
And even holding free clinics to attract patients?
Let everyone see that Chinese medicine is just a trick!
Only our Western medicine is truly scientific!
Only it can save lives and heal the wounded!