"His condition has gotten worse. But I secretly traded some stocks based on what he said and actually made quite a bit. Is he really sick, or is he faking it?"
Hua Gang's Attending Doctor, Pan Yichen, sat in his office, staring at Hua Gang's brain magnetic resonance images as he studied them and pondered.
His phone still displayed a colorful chart—the Tribal Jungle stock market.
As for the Alliance stock market, only an idiot would enter it. Frankly, even outsiders knew it defied every law of business.
"Dr. Pan, what are you muttering about alone in your office?" The head nurse pushed open the door. Her eyes were sharp, and she spotted his phone at once. "Oh my, a dignified deputy director like you is trading stocks here? Did the tigress at home start looking down on you again?"
None of your damn business.
Pan Yichen thought resentfully, though he put on a kindly smile. "Sister Liu, what is it?"
"Number 66. Go check on him. He's getting some fresh air in the Front Yard plaza and chatting merrily with a group of patients," Head Nurse Liu said.
Number 66? Wasn't that Hua Gang's number? He hurried to his feet to take a look.
Before long, he arrived at the Front Yard plaza.
Then he saw Hua Gang in an excited state, his face abnormally flushed and his eyes slightly bulging, like a patient with hyperthyroidism.
"Listen, everyone. Our Life Number One has been successfully developed. It can extend your lifespan by ten years, effectively reduce damage at the cellular level, and prolong the life of major cells, such as nerve cells, cardiac muscle cells..."
Hua Gang stood in the center of the plaza, surrounded by patients in blue-striped hospital gowns. Every one of them looked at him with