Chapter 17

A week later, the experimental seedlings were revived, and the anticancer substance could be successfully extracted. The laboratory erupted in cheers. The guard suddenly said someone wanted to see me. In the reception room, Chen Qing, whom I hadn’t seen in a long time, was sitting on the sofa, wearing a mask, looking uncomfortable, not daring to look around. It seemed that his family background was indeed substantial if he could find his way here. When he saw me arrive, Chen Qing flashed a fawning smile, saying, “Sorry, Ms. Gu, I have wronged you before. It was all my fault.” He spoke sincerely, explaining that he had been diagnosed with a rare cancer, one that I was supposedly researching. Chen Qing wanted to put himself on the clinical trial patient list. He placed an 80 million yuan check on the table. He coughed and added, “If that’s not enough, I can offer more.” “No need,” I said, turning to leave. I had already given him a chance, but he had refused it. In his life, Chen Qing had probably never begged anyone. Humiliated, he lashed out: “Do you think you’re someone special? If you refuse, I’ll have people make trouble for you. You won’t even be able to run your company!” He tore off the mask of politeness, wanting to drag others down with him if he couldn’t survive. I raised an eyebrow, then turned back to ask: “Do you still remember the little tomatoes that Xiao Xiao had?” Chen Qing froze for a moment, then nodded. “That was the experimental seedling. Wasn’t it trampled underfoot by you?” He stood still, his rosy complexion turning pale as if he were a silent corpse. Chen Qing’s lips trembled, “You’re lying.” “Whether I’m lying or not, you can check for yourself. I’m leaving now.” I waved my hand, finally releasing a breath of frustration. As for whether Chen Qing would survive until the drug was officially released, that was up to fate.