Five days later.
The morning was the same. Song He was once again sitting at his computer desk. His routine had been almost exactly the same every day these past few days: aside from eating and sleeping, he sat in front of the computer reading the news and doing mathematics.
The mathematicians in the group were asking questions again. Song He glanced over them and started typing away.
"Do you really have to ask about this too? You might as well all come study for your PhDs with me." He said it aloud, since no one could hear him through the screen anyway.
He finished writing in three minutes and sent over a foolproof explanation. Leaving the mathematicians to chatter and argue, he continued browsing the news.
"Rare-disease patient speaks out after two years of paralysis: 'The medicine works wonders. I can finally walk with difficulty!'"
"Doctors ecstatic! Chenghuang Neuron drugs for multiple rare diseases show miraculous effects!"
"Chenghuang Neuron's new drugs driven to sky-high prices once again—the market price of a single bottle of presbyopia eye drops exceeds ten thousand yuan!"
"Beware! Counterfeits of Five-Notes Easy and Language Easy have appeared! Police crack major counterfeiting ring!"
"800 million yuan involved in just six days! Police crack five-member fraud ring selling Chenghuang's new drugs through secondhand platforms and replacing them with counterfeits!"
Song He wore a complicated expression. Every time Chenghuang Neuron released a new drug, it was always a mixed blessing.
On one hand, patients who obtained the drugs came back from the brink of death, while touching videos of family members crying tears of joy spread wildly across the internet. On the other hand, scalpers ran rampant and scammers emerged, driving the originally affordable medicine prices straight into the stratosphere.
He picked up his phone, communicated briefly with