The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 327: 316 Downfall Alert! The Genius Madmen of Norton University [2 More Updates]

The dean dropped the pen in his hand to the floor.

The patient had just arrived, and he hadn’t yet obtained the medical records, so naturally, he couldn’t provide them to Ying Zijin.

As a result, just by taking a glance, Ying Zijin directly reached a conclusion?!

The middle-aged man sitting in the wheelchair gripped the handle tightly, overwhelmed with astonishment, “You—”

Even Miss Qingjia, whom he had met abroad, had only reached this conclusion after examining his body.

The middle-aged man’s expression now completely changed, and steadying himself with the wheelchair, he shakily stood up and bowed deeply to the girl.

The young man was stunned by his action, “Dad?”

“Divine Physician, I apologize.” The middle-aged man was very ashamed, “It was my narrow-mindedness that led to misunderstanding you, and the things I said were truly regrettable.”

He had a bad temper and was also quite proud, but he knew to correct his mistakes.

The dean wiped his sweat and finally managed to speak, “Miss Ying, let me introduce, this is Professor Ji Feng, and this is his son, Ji Qinglin.”

“Mhm.” Ying Zijin nodded slightly, “You have been exposed to radiation, where have you been in the past?”

Her Divine Calculation ability had not yet recovered, she was only relying on her many years of medical expertise to make her assessment.

Ji Feng was even more ashamed upon hearing her question.

He had not expected that after what he had said, she would still be willing to treat him.

“Divine Physician, my father was once a national-level researcher, now retired,” Ji Qinglin pondered and frowned, “If it’s radiation, it should have been twenty-three years ago, but how could it be affecting now…”

Ji Feng was diagnosed with gastric cancer this year.

But it was already too late, the cancer was in its late stages.

Even if it was due to radiation, how could it have been hidden for twenty-three years?

“There’s nothing surprising about that,” Ying Zijin said indifferently, “The world is vast and full of wonders, anything is possible.”

“It was really caused by radiation?” Ji Feng seemed to remember something and furrowed his brow, “But I was so far away at the time…”

He remembered clearly, everyone from the Central District had passed away within a few months.

He was far enough away that although he was definitely exposed to the radiation, it wasn’t much.

Therefore, after the experiment concluded, he hadn’t had any health issues.

It was just this year that he couldn’t hold on anymore.

If it weren’t for Ying Zijin’s words, Ji Feng would never have traced his thoughts back to twenty-three years ago.

Ying Zijin looked up, “Extend your hand.”

Ji Feng became very obedient this time and extended his hand quickly.

Ying Zijin glanced at his lifeline and raised an eyebrow, “You are quite lucky.”

The lifeline indicated a lifespan of eighty years.

Ji Feng was fifty-three this year, with twenty-seven years left to live.

But that was provided his cancer could be cured.

However, late-stage cancer was a terminal illness, utterly incurable with medicine or therapy.

Moreover, Ji Feng had waited too long.

Because it was due to radiation, the gastric cancer he had was also different from common gastric cancer.

“Divine Physician,” Ji Feng was very anxious, “Is there a cure?”

Everyone wants to live; no one wishes to die.

But he didn’t hold much hope.

“There are too many cancer cells in your body,” Ying Zijin pondered briefly, “I can extend your lifespan, but I can’t completely eliminate the pain, only reduce it. You’ll have to endure until you’re eighty.”

Ji Feng’s demeanor lifted, “I can live until eighty?”

Even Miss Qingjia had only said he could live for another six years.

She had been in a hurry with some matter, and they had only exchanged contact information.

After hearing about the Divine Physician at Shao Ren Hospital, Ji Feng came to see if there was hope.

Ji Qinglin was also taken aback.

After Ji Feng was diagnosed with late-stage gastric cancer, he had visited hospitals both domestically and abroad, to no avail.

The dean was even more shocked, “Miss Ying, is there a cure for late-stage cancer?”

Eighty years old is an age at which some people pass away naturally.

“It can’t be considered a cure, just suppression,” Ying Zijin stood up, “Let’s go to the operating room.”

When she left Norton University, she had taken some Alchemical materials with her.

Conveniently, they could be used on Ji Feng.

Ji Qinglin quickly wheeled Ji Feng over, with the dean hastily following.

**

Two hours later, the surgery was complete.

When Ying Zijin returned home, it was already half-past eight in the evening.

“Yaoyao, I’m back.” Wen Fengmian was reading the newspaper, and upon hearing her arrival, he looked up with a smile, “It’s cold outside, dad has made you some soup, come and have some.”

“Dad,” Ying Zijin walked over, thought for a moment, then decided to speak up, “I treated a patient today.”

“Treated a patient?” Wen Fengmian disapproved and was also worried, “Yaoyao, you need to study and participate in competitions, you shouldn’t be doing things like that, it’s too tiring and it’s not good for you.”

Significant changes had occurred in Ying Zijin, and it was natural that Wen Fengmian would notice.

But he didn’t ask.

He knew that was his daughter; nothing had changed, and that was enough.

“Just occasionally.” Ying Zijin scooped up a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Wen Fengmian, pausing slightly, “Dad, I’ve found symptoms in him that are the same as yours.”

She had discovered it when she was checking Wen Fengmian’s health, that Wen Fengmian not only had asthma but also was showing signs of cancer in his stomach.

It was exactly the same situation as Ji Feng.

Fortunately, when she woke up, Wen Fengmian was still in the early stage of stomach cancer, and it was quite manageable to treat.

That was also the main reason she decided to treat Ji Feng.

Wen Fengmian’s hand paused, and he slowly looked up, “What a coincidence?”

He fell silent as well, and after a long while, he asked, “Yaoyao, the person you’re treating, what’s his name?”

“Ji Feng.” Ying Zijin took a sip of her soup, “He’s a professor.”

Hearing this somewhat familiar name, Wen Fengmian was taken aback, feeling as if it were a blast from the past, “It’s him.”

“Dad.” Ying Zijin looked at him, “If there’s anything, you don’t have to worry, I’m here.”

Wen Fengmian’s frame trembled, and he smiled, “Dad knows.”

When his wife took their eldest daughter away, he wasn’t without shock and had been depressed for a long time.

But he was blessed with another daughter.

He had no regrets.

The past was best left behind.

He didn’t want to dwell on it anymore.

Wen Fengmian returned to the bedroom, just as Wen Tinglan had made a video call to him.

“Dad.”

The young man in the video was wearing the uniform of Norton University, with an upright posture and a more animated facial expression than before.

His past psychological barriers had been completely healed.

Initially, Wen Fengmian was a bit worried about Wen Tinglan being on his own in a foreign country, but he later became reassured.

Norton University was indeed a great place to be.

After listening to Wen Tinglan recount the events that had happened at school, he asked, “Yuyu, how are your courses? Are they difficult?”

Upon this question, Wen Tinglan fell silent for a moment, “They’re all pretty good.”

Wen Tinglan really didn’t dare to tell Wen Fengmian that he had just followed his senior brothers and sisters in creating a small-scale new-tech weapon, and when testing the power of the experimental weapon, they blew up the lab.

But the seniors were quite calm, patted his shoulder, and said it was common.

They also said they didn’t know how many they had blown up already, and that this was only his first; he needed to work harder.

However, having the money to repair the lab deducted from their scholarship was somewhat inhumane.

Luckily, Norton University was very wealthy, and he, as an SS-level academy’s student, not only had his meals and accommodation covered but also received a scholarship of 100,000 US dollars a month.

Wen Tinglan finally understood why his sister made him mentally prepare before boarding the plane.

The shock was a bit overwhelming.

Norton University was indeed a carnival for geniuses and madmen.

**

Elsewhere.

Pei Tianyi finished a day of scientific research investigation and returned to his hotel room.

He pressed his temples wearily, opened his laptop, and logged into a forum named “NOK.”

It was an account his tutor had given him, saying there were many remarkable personalities on this forum, and he could browse it when he had time.

Of course, Pei Tianyi could only look at the homepage; he couldn’t access the hidden sections.

The users who went from the homepage to the hidden sections over the years still hadn’t exceeded a hundred.

After all, not just anyone could enter the Hidden Alliance.

Still, occasionally, some big shots bored out of their minds would come to the homepage to check if there was anything fun going on.

Initially, Pei Tianyi didn’t think there was anything special about the forum, even disliking its black color scheme.

But just a while ago, he tried to put up a bounty out of curiosity, and someone actually helped him solve it.

Pei Tianyi posted the Middle English documents he needed translated, setting a bounty amount.

Five documents in total, 50,000 each.

However, after an hour, no one took the job.

Pei Tianyi furrowed his brows and increased the bounty to one million for each document.

If one knew Middle English, translating these documents would take only about fifteen minutes.

He was not short of money; Yilan Public School invested several billion into his lab every year.

If someone could translate these documents for him, it would be a great help.

Although he raised the bounty to such a high figure, ten minutes passed and still no one took the job.

Pei Tianyi was quite annoyed, but it was within his expectations.

In these documents, there were not only Middle English but also a large amount of Old English vocabulary.

There are still people who know Middle English, Old English, on the other hand, was truly extinct.

Just as he was about to exit the NOK forum, a system pop-up appeared.

Pei Tianyi’s gaze halted, and he read carefully.

[Guiding Hand has accepted your bounty.]