Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 522 It’s time to do the final accounting! [2 more updates]

Chapter 522: 522 It’s time to do the final accounting! [2 more updates]

Although the car accident involving Christine happened very suddenly, the Heaven-reaching Tower was always known for its efficiency.

Therefore, when the Universal Hospital issued the critical condition notice, they had already begun preparing for the election of the next President of the World Bank.

As for the internal matters of the Constans Family, they were of no concern to them.

Even if the Constans Family was gradually heading towards decline because of this, it still had nothing to do with the Heaven-reaching Tower.

The rise and fall of major and minor families were an eternal theorem at the Global Center.

Unless it was a major family like the Si Family with a robust heritage and many secrets in hand, then the Heaven-reaching Tower would take extra care of them.

"At Universal Hospital, they mentioned that even using the best equipment and medication, they can only extend Miss Kristin’s life for a very short period," someone said, "But such a way of prolonging life is useless because Miss Kristin will never wake up again."

"How heartbreaking, this child," the Tower Master sighed softly, "Her mother died early, and she was ostracized by her father and brother. It was not easy for her to, on her own merits, sit in the position of the President of the World Bank, only to suddenly encounter this catastrophe."

Nobody picked up the conversation.

"Then let the hospital do their utmost," the Tower Master said, "We absolutely must not give up until the very last moment."

"Yes!"

Several people exchanged glances, thinking unanimously in their minds.

The Tower Master was still too kind-hearted and saintly, this matter was irrelevant to them either way.

However, Christine was someone they had watched grow up, a very capable woman, synonymous with Estelle Rubinstein, the CTO of Wanguo Group.

Unfortunately, one of the paired roses was ultimately going to wither away.

**

The Heaven-reaching Tower instructed the Universal Hospital to spare no effort in treating Christine, which made all the medical staff very troubled.

Because Christine’s injuries were indeed so severe that it was a miracle she had not died on the spot.

Was this not making it difficult for them?

But the order had been given, so they had to follow through.

However, just then, a group of people arrived hurriedly and blocked the way.

"All matters regarding Miss Christine are under my responsibility," the young Deacon took out a Token, "We will take over from here, no need for anyone else. If the Heaven-reaching Tower inquires, I will bear the responsibility alone."

The senior staff of Universal Hospital exchanged a look and then withdrew.

Someone else taking the blame, that was exactly what they wanted.

Inside the operating room.

Christine’s face was no longer as pale as before, and some color had returned to her cheeks.

Ye Wanlan held a towel, wiping away the beads of sweat on her forehead, her expression calm.

"Sister YN, what should we do?" Wen Chaosheng asked quietly, "But I know that boy, he grew up under Rich Sister. Whatever matters Rich Sister had, she assigned to him, even when he delivered gifts to Brother Lin, he didn’t avoid us."

Ye Wanlan’s eyes narrowed slightly, "Then let him come in first."

She indeed could not bring herself to entrust Christine’s safety to someone she had not made much contact with.

As for whether he could really be trusted, she would have to test him herself.

Footsteps echoed, the operating room door opened, and in that split-second—

"Bang!"

The door shut again, and the young Deacon who walked in was restrained, unable to move.

He was startled.

Why were there other people in the operating room?

Could it be that he was still too late, that someone had already harmed Miss Kristin?!

The thought had just arisen when the young Deacon’s face turned deathly pale.

Not until he saw the face of the person right in front of him did he pause in surprise.

He had also often heard Christine talk about the group chat, mentioning that the friends inside had known each other for six to seven years, transitioning from students to corporate drones, the frequency of their chats diminishing over time.

Who would have thought that this year, the group friends would have all met one after another?

Whenever Christine mentioned the chat group, her mood would always improve.

He knew then that these friends, although met online by Christine, had become her closest companions.

"You..." the young deacon finally put his mind at ease, "I feared other forces had plans against Miss Kristin, so I took over this operation room, please rest assured."

"You should know, if you show any abnormal reactions, your life would already be over." Ye Wanlan’s voice was indifferent, the silver needle flashing coldly as it danced between her fingertips.

Taiyi Divine Needle, saving lives is its primary duty, but it can also take them.

"I understand your concern, if it were me, I too would feel the same; I am different from the others, Miss Kristin saved my life." The young deacon murmured softly, "My loyalty lies with Miss Kristin, not the World Bank or the Constans Family."

"Why should I believe you?" Ye Wanlan laughed softly, a smile in her eyes that didn’t reach the surface, covered instead by a chilling aura, "You should know, sometimes those closest to you are the ones who most want your life."

The young deacon looked up: "You are a trusted companion of Miss Kristin, and only you can save her; so, I place my life in your hands too."

He handed over a remote control the size of a thumb, and then pointed at the collar around his neck.

"Hey, what do you mean by this?" Wen Chaosheng exclaimed in shock, "Our Sister YN is a decent person!"

"Stupid!" Yeh Xingli slapped his head, "That’s a bomb, with one press of the remote, it can blast a person into pieces instantly."

Wen Chaosheng shivered uncontrollably, "This is some twisted invention of yours, isn’t it!"

"Good." Ye Wanlan’s eyebrows lifted, "Now, I believe you are truly loyal to her."

The young deacon, however, did not stand up, still kneeling: "Thank you all for saving Miss Kristin’s life, I..."

His words were not finished, stifled by a choked sob.

"Cough, cough!" At this moment, a series of coughs rang out.

"Rich Sister!" Wen Chaosheng called out loudly, rushing forward, "Rich Sister, you finally woke up, it’s been eight hours!"

Ye Wanlan’s surgery also lasted a whole seven and a half hours, making it the longest surgery she had performed to date.

Now she lacked even the strength to stand, leaning on a chair.

"Wow!" Wen Chaosheng burst into tears, "Rich Sister, what would I have done if you hadn’t woken up!"

"What’s with the wailing?" Christine said softly, "You’re always this loud."

It felt like a long dream where she kept falling from a high place, never reaching the end.

That sensation of weightlessness nearly crushed her heart.

Just when she thought she couldn’t hold on, suddenly a light pierced the darkness of the dream.

The light lifted her, allowing her at last to land.

Upon waking, Christine knew, at this critical juncture, it was Ye Wanlan who had saved her.

"How do you feel?" Ye Wanlan asked, "Though you still need more time to recuperate, some things become cleaner the longer we delay, so I still need to ask, did you see who did it?"

"Unfortunately, there was nothing, I thought it was just another ordinary day." Christine pressed her head, exhaling slowly, "But other than Heaven-reaching Tower, there probably isn’t anyone else who dares and has the capability to lay hands on me."

Ye Wanlan’s gaze grew heavy.

Heaven-reaching Tower...

"Rich Sister, if I may be so bold," Wen Chaosheng said cautiously, "we might enjoy mouthing off for a moment, but we can’t withstand others playing dirty."

Christine looked at him coldly, "I won’t."

Wen Chaosheng: "..."

Yeh Xingli: "..."

Classic Rich Sister, that temper is formidable.

"Wen Chaosheng has a point," Ye Wanlan pondered, "Since Heaven-reaching Tower has murderous intentions towards you, you’ll need to feign compliance with them on the surface in the future, life is of utmost importance."

"Alright then." Christine quickly changed her tune.

Wen Chaosheng: "?"

Yeh Xingli: "??"

So Rich Sister’s stubbornness depended on who was involved?

"Ah Lan, you’ve once again saved my life." Christine exhaled deeply, "If it weren’t for you, I might have..."

"People are awake now, no need for gloomy talk," Ye Wanlan’s smile was faint, "But I believe what you should do first is take care of that pair of father and son from the Constans Family."

"Great minds think alike, they must have already started dividing up my belongings." Christine nodded slightly, "Vlad."

The young deacon then approached, "Miss Kristin, please give your orders."

Christine gave a cold smile, "Deliver a grand gift to my dear father and brother."

This time, it was time to settle the final accounts!