Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 704 Extreme Path Stole Sister Lan’s Medicine [2nd Update]

Chapter 704: 704 Extreme Path Stole Sister Lan’s Medicine [2nd Update]

Yu Wenming was a genius from a young age, completing university at the age of fourteen.

In the field of physics, he was self-taught and had developed his own unique approach.

Not to mention his peers, even his teachers through the years rarely could keep up with his thought process.

It’s lonely at the top, and there were very few people he truly admired who could discuss physics with Professor Yuwen.

Ye Wanlan was one, and Dean Yuan Yiming was another.

During his studies at the Global Center, Professor Yuwen received guidance from Dean Yuan.

Many of the knowledge was classified, and unless sworn allegiance to the Global Center, studying them was not permitted.

Under such circumstances, without the generosity of Dean Yuan, even with Professor Yuwen’s genius, he could not have learned these secrets.

Thus, Professor Yuwen had genuine respect for Dean Yuan Yiming.

A few months ago, he went to the Global Center again and specifically invited Dean Yuan for a meal.

At that time, Dean Yuan was spirited and did not seem like a retired old man in his eighties.

How could he have become so frail in such a short time?

Academician Wu did not know Dean Yuan, but had heard of his name, and was shocked: "Wanlan, this..."

"Professor Yuwen, Old Wu, Dean Yuan is still asleep," Ye Wanlan spoke up, "It’s best to find a place to settle him first."

"Right, right!" Professor Yuwen slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing, "Quick, to my apartment, it’s very safe there!"

Ten minutes later, seeing Dean Yuan sleeping peacefully on the bed, the tense nerves of Ye Wanlan finally relaxed.

This rapid rescue hadn’t drained much of her Inner Strength but had consumed a lot of her mental energy.

Fortunately, the nearly ten-hour sleep on the plane allowed her to recover.

The group exited the bedroom and closed the door.

Both Professor Yuwen and Academician Wu anxiously looked at Ye Wanlan, awaiting her narrative.

After drinking a bottle of water, Ye Wanlan slowly recounted the day’s events.

"Those damned bastards!" After listening, Professor Yuwen was furious, "If they throw people away when they’re no longer useful, who would dare to work hard for them in the future?"

"Sigh..." Academician Wu couldn’t help but wipe away tears, "Though not in the same situation, it is quite similar."

She had gone through the same, saved in time by Ye Wanlan.

"I think once Dean Yuan awakens, after recuperating for a while in Yunjing, he should go to Fengyuan to spend his later years," Ye Wanlan said softly, "His research and students will carry on his legacy."

For passing the sacred learning to future generations, for peace everlasting.

They and future generations will continue to complete what predecessors left unfinished, never turning back, never abandoning hope.

"Sounds good, sounds good indeed!" Professor Yuwen sighed deeply, "Mr. Yuan’s dream was to visit Shenzhou, and when that time comes, I’ll accompany him to explore. With such a magnificent land, it’d be regretful not to see it."

Academician Wu laughed: "I won’t be joining; I need to lead the team in continuing submarine research."

"Xiao Wu is still young, with heavy responsibilities," Professor Yuwen said, "Wait until thirty years later, then you can take a break."

"Wanlan, after traveling, you must be hungry?" Academician Wu quickly offered, "I’ll have the cafeteria send food over."

Ye Wanlan nodded: "Thank you, Old Wu."

After finishing the meal, the sun had already set.

Ye Wanlan’s return to Shenzhou this time was secret; both Professor Yuwen and Academician Wu kept her whereabouts strictly confidential.

At midnight, Dean Yuan, who had been unconscious for a day, finally woke up.

Upon awakening, he stared at the ceiling, dazed, clearly disoriented.

"Mr. Yuan!" Professor Yuwen cautiously approached his bedside, "It’s me, Ming Bo!"

Dean Yuan’s eyes shifted, his voice extremely hoarse: "Ming... Bo?"

"Yes!" Professor Yuwen nodded with joy, "This is Shenzhou, you’re at my place, don’t worry, no one can hurt you anymore!"

Dean Yuan’s expression remained blank.

His memory lingered on being forcibly sent to the Electronic Prison by the Heaven-reaching Tower’s people and enduring torture.

Logically, he should no longer be alive, how did he suddenly arrive at Shenzhou?

He must have died, and heaven painted such an illusion for him.

"Mr. Yuan, you’re not dead," Professor Yuwen quickly said, "Wanlan! Wanlan rescued you from the clutches of the Heaven-reaching Tower and brought you to Shenzhou; hadn’t you always wanted to come?"

"Old Yuan." Ye Wanlan held a cup of water, "You’ve just awakened, you’re still weak, take this medicine first."

As the medicine entered, warmth followed.

After another long silence, Dean Yuan finally pieced together the events.

Even he found it incredibly unbelievable.

Of course, he had heard of Ye Wanlan, as Yeh Xingli had boasted about her multiple times.

But for someone not yet twenty years old to rescue him and still escape from the Heaven-reaching Tower unscathed?

This is simply a miracle!

Yet the event indeed occurred.

Dean Yuan laboriously lifted his hand to confirm that his limbs still had sensation.

He blinked, and suddenly tears began to fall.

"Mr. Yuan!" Professor Yuwen was taken aback, stammering, "Are you uncomfortable? Please don’t scare me."

"How can someone of your age be so jumpy?" Dean Yuan chided, "These are tears of joy."

Yu Wenming: "... Oh."

Ye Wanlan quietly exited, giving them time, and went to find Christine.

Meanwhile, Christine was sitting on the swing in the garden, receiving a transcontinental call from Global Center.

On the other end came a woman’s voice: "Miss Kristin, where are you? Urgent matter to discuss!"

"Hello?" Kristin frowned, "I’m still outside, what’s the matter, tell me."

"Miss Kristin, our shipment has been hijacked!" the woman said anxiously, "We’ve waited six months for this batch, and it’s been snatched. What should we do now? We can’t assemble such a large batch again quickly!"

Kristin knew what the woman meant by the shipment; it was the medicine she had specially prepared for Ye Wanlan.

Ye Wanlan had saved her more than once, and aside from money, Kristin had nothing else to give her.

Thus, she had spent six months ordering this batch of herbs.

Who dared to rob her goods?

Anger arose in Kristin’s heart: "Who is it?"

"Extreme Path!" When the woman said these two words, her teeth chattered, "They intercepted our medicine at 5% higher than our price, Miss Kristin, do you think Extreme Path..."

Kristin fell silent.

Indeed, the supplier knew this batch was ordered by her, yet dared to deliver to another party, only proving that the other party was also formidable.

Extreme Path, a very mysterious private force of the Global Center.

If this shipment wasn’t intended for Ye Wanlan, then intercept it if you must.

But unfortunately, the counterpart was Extreme Path.

Kristin took a deep breath, her brow furrowed.

"What’s wrong?" Ye Wanlan placed a freshly squeezed juice in front of her, "What could make our World’s Richest so troubled? Want to talk about it?"

"The herbs I ordered for you were intercepted." Kristin pursed her lips, "It was Extreme Path."