Chapter 170

Hmm, but it's not the right time yet. Let's wait a bit longer! I've spent so much money fattening this girl up; it's not time for her to embarrass herself yet!

Let's see what you say about me then!

The Soul of the Underworld had no idea what had happened in this place he didn't know. What he did know was that he had indeed come up with a solution.

It means hiring someone to write it for you!

Even the system itself can't write something like this!

However, just because the system doesn't know how doesn't mean no one knows how to write it, and the system also provides him with a clear path.

Once we find this person, we can write this.

If the other party is unwilling to write it, the system will take matters into its own hands and have her write it for you!

With the system's guarantee, the Soul of the Underworld would naturally come knocking.

Jackal!

As a senior member of the World Serpent, she has considerable freedom and the right to allocate funds. She can apply for substantial sums of money to conduct her own experiments.

My experiments had been going quite smoothly so far.

Ever since I helped a MEI come here.

Her lab was on the verge of being demolished, or about to be demolished!

The Jackal certainly understood the principle of a cunning rabbit having three burrows. But she just couldn't understand why, no matter how many times she moved her lab, Doctor Mei always managed to find her own!

Could it be that there is a traitor among them?

For example, Raven?

Raven have always been at odds with me.

Although the Jackal had this guess, the professor still came knocking on his door even though he hadn't told Raven. This made the Jackal even more confused.

How exactly did this PhD student find his lab?

I can't figure it out~

I can't figure it out.

But life goes on, and after the meeting, she returned to her laboratory.

Whoosh! The door opened! Whoosh! The door closed!

The Jackal rubbed his eyes and muttered to himself, "Hmm... have I been resting too little lately? It must be from overwork that I'm hallucinating."

"It must be," the Jackal muttered to himself. "I think I should go and rest today."

"I actually saw Doctor Mei in my new lab."

Yes! That's Doctor Mei.

The last person the Jackal wants to see!

"This lab was recently completed," Jackal muttered to himself. "How could Doctor Mei know? And how could she possibly have gotten in?"

"This laboratory, this laboratory..."

"I must be seeing things."

The Jackal reopened the door!

Doctor Mei sipped her coffee, sitting very elegantly in the seat that should have been hers. A faint smile played on her lips as she looked at the Jackal.

She seemed quite satisfied with her laboratory.

Satisfy...

No! This is my lab!

The Jackal cried out in its heart!

He dared not show it on his face, knowing the special relationship between this woman and the Lord. No matter how much he resented her, he could only swallow his anger.

What else can we do?

Who told me to decide to kidnap this guy in the first place!

"You're not seeing things," MEI said, sipping his coffee. "It really is me. Your lab is great."

"I really like the facilities here."

Over!

Jackal's face turned ashen. Well, his lab was doomed!

"Of course, I came to see you today." MEI looked at the ashen-faced Jackal and said, "My main purpose is certainly not for the equipment in this laboratory."

No? Did I hear that right? The Jackal was astonished!

"Of course you heard me right," MEI said. "My main purpose in coming here this time is not for your laboratory."

"Oh, that puts my mind at ease. But how did you know what I was thinking? Mind reading?" the Jackal wondered.

They understood so accurately even though nothing was said.

"No," MEI said. "It's just that you show everything you're thinking on your face. I can guess what you're thinking just by looking at your expression."

Is that really true? The Jackal was skeptical.

Oh well, since I didn't come here for my experimental equipment.

The Jackal, beaming with delight, was about to speak.

"I'll come back here to dismantle it when I need it again," MEI added.

The Jackal's face turned ashen once again!

"I knew it." The Jackal sighed helplessly. "You had no good intentions."

"A weasel visits a chicken to offer New Year's greetings; it doesn't visit a temple without a reason."

"The proverb is wrong." MEI put the cup on the table and said, "But that's not the main problem. I came here mainly hoping that you could help me write a proposal."

"Medical solutions."

"Remember, your official identity is that of a doctor, right?"

Yes! The system can't write to it, but someone can. That person is Jackal!

Jackal's public identity is that of a doctor, as well as the main manager and owner of a large medical enterprise. Her true identity, however, is that of a PhD conducting illegal human experiments, and her company exists specifically for this purpose. She uses the guise of medicine to carry out various experiments.

There's a saying that goes, "If you're going to put on a show, you have to go all the way."

Since that's the Jackal's official identity.

Then she will naturally write these.

It's definitely a good idea to have Jackal write it.

Only...

"Write a plan?" Jackal seemed to have found something to negotiate with, saying, "I can write a medical plan, but why should I write one for you?"

Yeah, why should we?

"Because I am Mei," Mei said, standing up. "Isn't that reason enough?"

As soon as Jackal saw Mei stand up, he immediately darted to his seat, crossed his legs, and said, "That reason isn't quite enough. I don't think I have to help you just because of that."

"I need it tomorrow." MEI didn't seem to intend to negotiate any terms with Jackal.

"I'll come over at this time tomorrow to pick it up."

"Specific ideas."

MEI took out a USB drive and placed it on the table, saying, "Here is a simple exposition document, which I think I wrote in quite detail and is quite clear."

"Just turn this into a professional medical plan for me."

"Why should I?!" the Jackal said, somewhat indignantly. "Why should I do whatever you tell me to do?"

"There's no reason." MEI said, one hand on her hip and the other waving. "You have no reason, and you have no right to refuse. Don't think too highly of yourself."

"Jackal, to me you are nothing more than a useful tool and a storage depot for equipment."

"If you can't do these two things, you're useless to me."

"The same applies to your Lord."

"You should understand."

Chapter 196 This can actually happen?

Real-world events may not require logic, but writing a plan does.

Actually, Jackal is quite willing to write some proposals for the PhD, provided that the PhD is very reliable.

As a scientist, she was able to extract useful information from what the doctor gave her, providing solutions to problems she had been unable to solve for a long time.

The prerequisite is that the PhD candidate must be very reliable.

But is this PhD candidate reliable?

Judging from her surgeries on Rosaliya and Liliya, this doctor is quite reliable.

However, this PhD student is also very unreliable.

Jackal had studied the device the doctor had handcrafted and concluded that it actually worked! It wasn't broken! It could even be made!

It's not just that I can't understand it; even if I tried to replicate the doctor's steps, all I would create would be a pile of garbage.

This puzzled Jackal when he was studying the doctor's equipment.

I was clearly following the doctor's instructions step by step.

But what was ultimately made was a pile of garbage.

Even if it's just a pretty face, it won't work.

The thing the PhD student developed is something where you see a hanging board that looks like it's going to fall, but it actually doesn't. The thing she developed is something where you see a hanging board that looks like it's going to fall, but it actually falls down after a while.

No matter how you try to go against the grain, you gain nothing.

It looks like a pile of garbage no matter how you look at it. Even if you reverse-engineer it and cover it up, it will still turn into garbage. Even after you break away from the PhD and restart the machine, you will find that it will soon break down and become garbage again.

In short, it's a pile of garbage.

The doctor performed surgery on Rosaliya and Liliya using a pile of garbage.

Jackal... I just don't understand!

What exactly is the difference between myself and a PhD? Where did I go wrong? Why is it that what I create is garbage, while what the PhD creates is usable?

I can't figure it out.

This time, Jackal felt that the doctor still intended to DIY a set of medical equipment.

Look at this PhD's initial idea or medical draft.

The entire document was filled with phrases like "I feel this is okay," "I think it will work," and "This should be fine." If this weren't something the professor had given her.

Jackal even wondered who had made this piece of waste paper!

What is this? This is a solution that requires rigorous logical analysis and argumentation.

Even a draft is full of so many uncertainties.

Is this really a big deal? (The last sentence is a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly.)

The Jackal pressed down on his head.

Well, there's nothing I can do. She has to complete whatever the professor gives her, whether she wants to or not. The professor is absolutely right; I have no right to negotiate with her.

I was really overthinking things before.

The next day.

At the same time, MEI arrived at Jackal's laboratory right on time.