Xiao Weixian reviewed the matter all night, but still could not figure out why.
When something was abnormal, there was bound to be something fishy. A bargain hid a scam behind it—every child in Great Qian understood that.
But the same question remained: what did they want?
And after calming down, he remembered that both the order and the plan had come from Kong Duiyue. Though the other man was unpopular, he was still an incarnation of the Joy Star Lord. There was no reason for him to set Xiao Weixian up, was there?
Probably... not, right?
If this thing really worked, he could buy one for 3,500 and sell it for 14,000. That was a huge profit with every resale. After doing it a few times, he would have financial freedom.
Once he had money, he could hire people and technical teams to keep expanding the hospital, work to swallow up the market share of other hospitals, and continue raising the hospital's rating and influence.
The title of chairman had been a joke when he had no money. But once he had money, it would become a weapon. With it in hand, he could devour the world and cut down the knots of resentment that had built up within him.
But what if it really was a scheme by Demonic Cultivators?
After racking his brains all night, Xiao Weixian finally slept for half an hour. When he woke up, he dragged his heavy body back to the hospital.
After kicking aside the guard who was making out with the hospital gate, Xiao Weixian entered his office. Not long after, he saw the patient's family member from yesterday come in.
The man was hunched over, wearing a flattering smile.
He had just sold blood, with a cotton ball still pressed