Zhang Manqian's Plan

"I used my own blood for the blood exchange?"

"This blood-agent enhancement needs maintenance?"

"I need maintenance at least once at every Sequence stage?"

"First Sequence maintenance costs around ten million, and it'll rise after that?"

"That fluazepam you took... Quacks! I knew that bunch were quacks! The lingering effects of that medicine are this severe?"

Soaking in the tin can, Zhang Manqian had gotten a few things straight.

At least her current treatment was free, and she wasn't millions in debt.

But as Zhang Xuezhou told her more, Zhang Manqian felt the road ahead stretching on and on.

It was Zhang Xuezhou's first experience with high-end medical care, and Zhang Manqian's too.

Neither of them had ever imagined high-end medical care would be so expensive, or that it would require ongoing recuperative treatment afterward.

It was far beyond what Zhang Manqian could afford by carrying out a few risky missions.

Among the risky missions Zhang Manqian knew of, a single mission could easily pay a hundred thousand or several hundred thousand.

Zhang Manqian had to admit that, back when she and Zhang Xuezhou had worried over a few hundred or a little over a thousand yuan, the rewards for risky missions listed in the agency's exhibition hall materials had been all the hope she'd had.

The risky missions were still there, but Zhang Manqian no longer had the drive she'd once had.

The rewards for risky missions were still generous, even exorbitant, but what they needed was enough to fill an astronomical hole.

Zhang Manqian could give up her own recuperation and maintenance, but Zhang Xuezhou's health clearly couldn't be neglected.

For now, the old toxins had been completely cleared away, and new ones had yet to form. This was a period when Zhang Xuezhou's body was healthy.

But