Chapter 241: The wooden beauty of Young Master Sheng
Chapter 241: Unwavering Commitment
Jiang Chenchen obediently left the room.
In the study, Zhan Chen and Sheng Mingsi had a serious discussion. They compared the data they had each gathered, delving into the creation of the bio-human, forming initial speculations about Jiang Chenchen's identity.
First and foremost, they could be a hundred percent certain that Jiang Chenchen was a human and not a created bio-human.
Sheng Mingsi affirmed this.
However, Jiang Chenchen's blood and various extraordinary abilities, such as enhanced strength, combat skills, remarkable memory, perception, and healing power, made her different from an ordinary person. Given that her parents were researchers, there was a possibility that genetic selection and cultivation techniques were used during her embryonic development, creating a child with superior genes.
But there were problems, especially regarding her extraordinary healing ability and the energy carried by her blood. Could a person like her be created through genetic manipulation and technological means? It seemed beyond the realms of plausibility.
Moreover, the internal conflicts within the research institute where Jiang Chenchen's parents worked were puzzling. Why would they be killed, and why was their daughter taken for research? It didn't seem like a simple disagreement over genetic cultivation within the research institute.
The fact that someone was willing to take such risks, even resorting to double murder, indicated that the motives were far from straightforward. Did Jiang Chenchen's utility surpass what met the eye?
Another mystery was the lack of information about any relatives on Jiang Chenchen's mother's side. It was as if she had appeared out of thin air. Even if she were an orphan, her roots should still be traceable in this world.
However, her mother seemed to have come from nowhere.
After a comprehensive discussion, Zhan Chen and Sheng Mingsi felt that Jiang Chenchen's identity might be more complex than initial speculations.
"Chi Yan's research is in your hands. If it's not feasible, destroy it. In any case, Chenchen's future is in your hands," Zhan Chen said, expending a lot of energy. Even sitting down and reading documents for an extended period was challenging for him.
Seeing this, Sheng Mingsi's dark eyes fell on his face. "If you need, I can check your health."
"No need." Zhan Chen met his gaze, his serene and calm eyes akin to moonlight, his voice gentle and unhurried. "I am prepared."
Sheng Mingsi could probably guess the meaning behind his words. A person like him, who would suddenly talk so openly about Chenchen's affairs, share information and entrust Chenchen's future to him, must be in a state where he had little time left.
The problem with his health was evident.
"If needed, you can contact me. Although I'm not a licensed doctor, I have professional qualifications."
"Perhaps."
Zhan Chen let Ning Yi guide him out of the study. His slender figure was slightly bent, his complexion pale, and his breathing so slow that it seemed like his heartbeat could stop at any moment.
He faced the possibility of spitting blood every day.
Yet, he didn't want to waste a single drop.
When they reached the door of the study, he suddenly asked Ning Yi to stop and turned back to look at the tall, cold-faced Sheng Mingsi. After learning a lot, both from a few encounters and clandestine investigations, he felt that Sheng Mingsi, unlike his appearance, wasn't as devoid of human emotions as he seemed on the surface.
Compared to him, who belonged to the dark world from the beginning, Sheng Mingsi seemed to have a heart belonging to the light.
Thus, he felt a little relieved.
At least, there was no better choice.
He didn't even have the opportunity to choose. Having the blood flowing through Jiang Chenchen, he was already content.
"Tell Chenchen for me; I won't come downstairs."
Sheng Mingsi looked at his figure, his eyes slightly deepening. "When will you return to Country A?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"Aren't you going to tell Chenchen?"
"Doesn't she fear that I might take her away?"
"You can't take her away." Sheng Mingsi's tone was cold and resolute.
A wry smile played on Zhan Chen's lips as he cast a sidelong glance. "Are you really not afraid that I might snatch her away?"
"You can't."
Zhan Chen's lips drooped, and he glanced at Sheng Mingsi from the corner of his eye. "It seems like you really wanted me dead with one strike."
Although his words were harsh, he lacked the energy.
He sighed suddenly.
"That's it then, goodbye."
Sheng Mingsi watched as the person in the wheelchair left, sensing a feeling of sorrow and separation. He shifted his gaze away, and with his usual cold and indifferent expression, he descended the stairs.
Upon seeing the person napping on the sofa in the living room, his icy eyes calmed.
"Chenchen, let's go home."
"Have you finished your discussion? Where's Zhan Chen?" Jiang Chenchen rubbed her eyes, checked the time, and realized they had been talking for almost three hours. "Is Zhan Chen's health okay?"
Sheng Mingsi took a step forward, his footsteps slightly pausing. His dark eyes stared calmly at her. "He has a morning flight tomorrow. Go say goodbye to him."
"Isn't that rushed? His body can't handle it," Jiang Chenchen said, surprised that Zhan Chen had come from so far away just for her affairs.
Today, she had also seen that his health was not good.
She looked at Sheng Mingsi with a hint of supplication. "Ah Si, can you save him?"
Sheng Mingsi's gaze deepened, capturing every expression on her face. "In your eyes, am I that powerful?"
Jiang Chenchen nodded solemnly.
Sheng Mingsi's eyes grew deeper, and his voice, clear yet helpless, said, "Perhaps, Chenchen, I'm not as powerful as you imagine. There are things in this world that can't be accomplished, but... we shouldn't give up. Let's give it a try."
Although Jiang Chenchen also returned empty-handed, merely going upstairs for a farewell, the painful appearance of the person on the sickbed and the distorted voice calling her name were unforgettable.
...
In the car on the way back, the word "death" lingered in Jiang Chenchen's mind for a long time.
She remained silent for a long time.
First, she saw Zhan Chen in increased pain, and then she received a call from Fang Yiqing, understanding his situation.
He might not live much longer.
"Ah Si, I think there's no need to investigate my past. Now Zhan Chen is dying because my blood is flowing in his body, and it makes me feel very uneasy. Our top priority should be to save him!"
Sheng Mingsi also heard what Fang Yiqing said on the phone. Why was Zhan Chen unwilling to change his blood for some reason?
Thinking a little, his gaze became serious, and he clenched the steering wheel tightly.
Such unreserved love made him feel a bit envious and speechless.
However, reason soon overcame this sudden thought. He said to Jiang Chenchen, "Tonight, be my assistant."
Jiang Chenchen was puzzled. "Do you have a way to convince him?"
"Perhaps."
Sheng Mingsi turned the steering wheel, changing direction, and stared ahead with a stern expression.
Regardless of whether it was to ease Chenchen's worries or because of the emergence of a healer's heart, they had chosen to move forward. They had to do it without hesitation.
...
The surgery went smoothly and was very successful.
Although it was just a blood transfusion and couldn't change Zhan Chen's innate genetic disease, he still couldn't surpass the curse of time. At least, for now, things were okay.
Sheng Mingsi hadn't slept all night, and his eyes were dark, showing signs of exhaustion.
Jiang Chenchen was also tired, but what puzzled her more was how Sheng Mingsi had managed to convince Zhan Chen.
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