Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
As soon as the man finished speaking, the surroundings fell into a dead silence, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Yu Zhao stared at the man’s deep black eyes, but his expression not changing at all.
At this moment, she was sure that the man in front of her was the man she had hurt the last time. Those devilish thin lips were the same.
The corners of Yu Zhao’s mouth curled up. “I’m the illegitimate daughter of the Yu family.”
Xing Lin and Jiang Zhe both looked at her as if they had seen a ghost.
“An illegitimate daughter? This joke is not funny at all,” Xing Lin mumbled.
“Who said I was joking with you?” Yu Zhao snorted. “I have never had a father. Yu Yuan only took me home after my mother married into the Yu family.”
Xing Lin touched his nose. “Why is it different from the information?”
“I’m here to meet Master Rizhao. What can an assistant do?” Jiang Zhe didn’t dwell on the previous question and he changed to a more serious one.
Yu Zhao shrugged. “Master Rizhao is almost 80 years old this year. He has already retired. Besides, he has a weird temper and is fickle in his emotions. Since I’m his assistant, it means that I’m Master Rizhao’s most trusted person.”
“If you don’t believe me, then just pretend I never said anything.” Yu Zhao stood up and prepared to leave.
Xing Lin stopped her, “Wait, didn’t you say you wanted to draw blood last time?”
“That was the last time.” Yu Zhao stopped in her tracks. “This time, I’ve changed my mind. I’m returning the order!”
“Why?” Jiang Zhe frowned.
“There’s no reason,” Yu Zhao’s lips curved into a faint smile. “I have to pay double the penalty for breach of contract if I return the order, right? Send me your card number in the afternoon.”
“Student Yu, this is not the attitude that an assistant of a godly doctor should have.”
The man behind her suddenly spoke.
Yu Zhao turned her head and heard him continue slowly, “If you want to save people, you should do your best and not be perfunctory.”
Xing Lin chimed in, “That’s right! Do you know how much effort we’ve put in to find the injured patient?”
“You guys?” Yu Zhao narrowed her eyes.
“Yeah, it’s us.” Xing Lin said matter-of-factly, “I asked you to come here this time to treat our patient. We’ve searched all over the world, and Master Rizhao is our best hope.”
Yu Zhao raised her brows. “I’m very simple too. Your attitude depends on my attitude.”
“Student Yu, do you think my attitude just now was a little perfunctory?” Jiang Zhe’s lips curled up, and he placed a warning letter in front of Yu Zhao.
At the beginning of the letter, the word ‘warning’ was printed in large font.
Yu Zhao glanced at it but didn’t take it. Instead, she looked at Jiang Zhe with interest. “It seems you’re quite capable. Tell me who you are.”
“I’m a freshman from Capital University’s School of Biology, Jiang Zhe,” said Jiang Zhe.
“I see.” Yu Zhao drawled nonchalantly, “I’m not interested in your name. What can you provide me with?”
The man in front of her seemed to have forged his real identity, just like her. Or rather, he had a secret that could not be told, just like her.
Why did he take away the secret information hidden in the base?
Jiang Zhe thought for a moment. “I can satisfy everything you want to do in the capital. I can also protect you at Capital University.”
When she heard the last sentence, Yu Zhao whistled like a hooligan. “Yo, this is a huge pie!”
“A pie?” Jiang Zhe scoffed. “Don’t forget that the condition for me to help you fulfill this wish is… you have to do something for me.”
Yu Zhao was startled. He looked up and sized Jiang Zhe up. “Do you want me to kill someone for you?”
Jiang Zhe’s lips curved up. He didn’t admit or deny it.
Yu Zhao raised her eyebrows. “Unfortunately, I refuse. I’m not interested in killing people.”
“I’m not asking you to kill,” Jiang Zhe said lightly, “Since you’re Master Rizhao’s assistant, please tell him that I sincerely hope he can cure me of the ZARE virus.”
“ZARE virus?” Yu Zhao frowned. “Is that the virus that’s not infectious but not easy to cure?”
Jiang Zhe pursed his lips. “Yes.”
Yu Zhao pondered for a moment. “It’s not impossible. My master told me that I can do it freely, but I need accurate data.”
“Sure,” Jiang Zhe agreed quickly.
Yu Zhao continued, “I mean, real-time tracking. No matter where you go, you have to tell me about your body’s condition.”
Xing Lin’s eyes flickered. “Does he even have to tell you when he wants to masturbate in the toilet?”
Yu Zhao glanced at him. “I don’t have any sexual interest in you.”