"The stock prices of major medical companies led by Sheng Qiang and Litton Me on Wall Street have stabilized."
"I have already learned what happened this time. Whether it was repairing the Empress Star in a single day or responding to the subsequent sudden crisis..."
A steady, weighty voice spoke without haste, carrying the aura of immense authority.
Late at night, in Imperial Manor, Fang Ran sat in the center of the main sofa in the living room of his "room." Amid the grand, brilliant light, Adeline stood beside him as he looked at the figure before him.
"Your methods and results were astonishing."
The elderly man seated in a classical study on the projection screen was solemn and imposing. Looking at him, he nodded and spoke slowly.
"I formally offer my thanks, Executive Officer."
His expression was composed, his shirt impeccably neat. Though advanced in age, he sat upright and straight. His powerful presence as a superior, along with Eber standing beside him like a junior, made his identity clear.
One of Fies Erde's Imperial Pillars, the true power behind the Medical Field.
—Muhed Rockefeller.
"I merely fulfilled my responsibility."
The night was quiet. Facing the head of the Medical Field, whose presence was as imposing as a mountain, Fang Ran simply looked at him and gave that brief reply.
"Your identity is destined to provoke resistance from some people. But wealth without military protection will inevitably be plundered. After this incident, more people will realize that."
"For Fies Erde, the power of that world is necessary. Welcoming a powerful ally is a good thing."
Having concluded the main topic, Muhed spoke in a slightly more relaxed, calm tone.
Muhed folded his fingers before him and gazed deeply at the black-haired young man before speaking.
"Regardless of what the