"Yeah! Cloud gaming!"
He looked at the young nurse, his face brimming with excitement.
"You're freaking brilliant, sis! How did I not think of that? You've helped me out big time! I'll treat you to a feast when you're free someday!"
The young nurse jumped at Yang Genshuo's sudden outburst.
"Uncle, your way of asking someone out is way too stiff. I suggest you read a couple more female-audience Qidian novels."
"Uh..."
The young nurse hurriedly finished her business and slipped away. Yang Genshuo had genuinely wanted to thank the source of his inspiration, but seeing her reaction, he decided not to embarrass himself by asking for her WeChat.
As he handled the transfer procedures, Yang Genshuo kept mulling over his idea.
"Since this game is on my home computer, couldn't I just remotely control my computer from my phone or tablet and operate it whenever, wherever?"
That solved the problem of him having to stare at the screen and being unable to get away from the computer.
At the very least, even when he went out to do something, time in the game could keep passing normally, and he could check in anytime.
For example, going back to his hometown—even with an immortal pill, it would still take up two or three days.
The game's progress could have advanced two or three years, but it would end up delayed.
"Perfect, perfect, perfect!"
Yang Genshuo felt that this was a blessing in disguise. Sometimes, the answer was right in front of you, but all you lacked was a flash of inspiration.
"Third Uncle, give me a hand. Help me get my dad into the wheelchair."
After finishing the paperwork, Yang Genshuo helped Yang Guohua into the wheelchair and pushed him to the parking lot.
Eldest Uncle Yang Guoli and Third