CHAPTER 137: CHAPTER 137: THE TENFOLD RETRIBUTION IS REAL

Si Yuhuan nodded at her, forcibly restraining himself as she looped her arm through his and walked in.

When Sernosen saw that the person with him was different from before, his eyebrows knitted slightly. However, considering that a tycoon like Director Si was expected to have such a chaotic private life, he was understanding.

"Director Si, please."

His attitude seemed much more polite today.

Jiang Qimeng immediately stepped forward and greeted him warmly, "Mr. Sernosen, to be your best test subject, I’ve decided to follow your instructions meticulously. I’m even willing to stay in the hospital the entire time to facilitate your testing."

She offered her utmost sincerity.

She lowered her voice and added to Sernosen, "I’ve prepared an extra one hundred million for your research funds. Please kindly accept it."

Sernosen smiled and walked inside.

Jiang Qimeng was utterly confused. What did that mean?

Did he agree or not?

Si Yuhuan, with one hand in his pocket, walked over. "What are you two talking about?"

"Mr. Sernosen said that, considering my genuine sincerity, he will surely treat Grandfather well," she quickly lied.

"That’s good to hear." Si Yuhuan finally showed a rare smile, the first in many days.

Jiang Qimeng felt as if a long drought had met sweet rain. "Yuhan, don’t worry," she said. "I’ll do everything I can to wake Grandfather up."

Upon entering the living room, Si Yuhuan saw another person sitting in the main seat—a man in his twenties, extraordinarily handsome. His scholarly air of refined dignity couldn’t be hidden even by casual clothing. His skin was very pale, giving him a sickly pallor, as if he hadn’t seen sunlight in days.

Si Yuhuan looked at him, puzzled. It wasn’t the first time he had seen that silhouette slipping out the back door when he had previously visited Sernosen’s villa.

He had sent people to investigate but found no information on the other party.

Feeling the cold gaze upon him, Wensen lifted his eyes. The moment he saw Si Yuhuan, his thin lips curled up coldly.

So this was the heartless and ungrateful brother-in-law his master had described!

Indeed, he was exactly the type his master’s looks-obsessed sister would like.

The instant his gaze fell on Jiang Qimeng, who was tightly clinging to Si Yuhuan, his look turned frosty.

Their eyes met. Si Yuhuan couldn’t understand why he sensed a vibe from this man similar to that of the fiercely protective Jian Sirun.

He took a step forward, his inherent air of authority radiating an imposing pressure.

What an imposing aura! Wensen thought.

Aside from admiring it, Wensen felt an urge to fight him.

Was this how he bullied Master’s little sister?!

Seeing the tension rising between the two men, Sernosen quickly stepped forward, steadying Wensen by the elbow. "Wensen," he said, "this is Si Yuhuan, the wealthiest man in China and the benefactor who will generously invest two billion in our research."

"Is he also a doctor?" Si Yuhuan’s brow furrowed slightly. He sensed something familiar in the man’s demeanor.

Suppressing this strange sensation, what concerned him more was when Sernosen would be willing to perform surgery on Grandfather.

Sernosen introduced, "Wensen is a rare medical genius on the international stage. He has solved many complex medical research challenges and even developed numerous highly effective medicines. He specializes in cell repair, and for this surgery, he is truly one in a million—the best assistant we could hope for."

"Old Master Si has only a slim chance of survival; recovery will be very difficult," Wensen stated indifferently.

"What did you say?" Si Yuhuan seemed to ignite in an instant, his fury erupting.

Wensen, facing him directly, commented, "If you’re so angry, why don’t you deal with those who put Old Master Si in this condition? Coming here to throw a tantrum in front of a doctor who’s merely speaking the truth is quite embarrassing."

Today, he was determined to teach this arrogant brother-in-law a lesson on behalf of his taciturn master.

Si Yuhuan clenched his fists tightly.

Of course, he wanted to deal with Si Junyan. But Si Junyan was, after all, a member of the Si Family. Before Grandfather awoke, he didn’t want to plunge the family into chaos again, which was why he had been exercising forbearance.

Wensen stepped back a few paces to maintain a safe distance, elegantly adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses. "However, it’s not that there’s absolutely no chance to save him. That would be..."

"Tell me, what do you want?" Si Yuhuan immediately tensed up.

"Miss Jiang, the dosage for the test medication will be doubled. Can you handle it?" Those who dare to bully Master’s sister should, of course, be repaid tenfold, even a hundredfold.

Jiang Qimeng was stunned. The normal dosage already caused her unbearable pain, making her wish for death. Each time, she barely survived, feeling half-dead. Now they wanted to increase the dosage? She couldn’t help but tremble with fear, her lips quivering.

But when she saw Si Yuhuan, she straightened her back. "Of, of course I can."

She forced a smile.

"Very good."

"Director Si, please expedite the payment. We will then proceed with testing the medication. Of course, this medication will also be used on Old Master Si later."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qimeng gritted her teeth. "Just use whatever dosage you need. For Grandfather, I’m willing to do anything."

Since she herself was practically courting death, Wensen dropped all pretense of politeness. He glanced at Sernosen. After they exchanged a look, they left Jiang Qimeng, and the dosage was doubled.

"IT HURTS!"

In the back bedroom, Jiang Qimeng’s bloodcurdling screams echoed.

After Si Yuhuan transferred the two billion, he was promptly escorted out, completely unaware of these sounds.

The medical assistant nodded. "Director Si, you may leave now. Our teacher said that Old Master Si’s surgery will commence in one day."

"Good!"

He clenched his fists, glanced inside one last time, then turned and hurried towards the Jian Family.

Grandfather’s situation was resolved. Now, he needed to find Jian Xi and explain everything to her in person.

Jiang Qimeng was being tortured, rolling on the ground and screaming frantically, "I can’t take it anymore! I can’t go on! Stop it! I’m going to die if this continues!"

Wensen continued to administer an increased dosage. "Miss Jiang," he said, "you were just adamantly claiming you would do anything for Old Master Si. Are you thinking of going back on your word now?"

Watching the needle enter her vein again, she felt like she was about to break down completely.

"Get lost!"

She was terrified.

With Si Yuhuan present, she naturally had to put on a brave front. Now that he was gone and she was dying from the pain, how could she possibly sacrifice her life for some old man?

"Why should I go through hell for that damned old man? If you dare touch me again, I swear I’ll make you suffer a terrible death!"

Exhausted in body and spirit, sweating profusely, she rolled unceasingly on the ground.

Within moments, she fainted from the pain.

Wensen kicked her. "Useless. Utterly useless. Even our most ordinary test subjects are a hundred times stronger than her."

Jian Xi emerged from around the corner. Her expression was indifferent as she glanced at Jiang Qimeng, who was curled up on the ground like a dead pig. "Thank you, Wensen."

Wensen was her fourth brother’s most prized disciple. Jian Xi hadn’t expected that his family connections—being the renowned Sernosen’s nephew—would run so deep. It was as if a strange twist of fate was helping her.

If not for her fourth brother’s help, her plan could never have proceeded so smoothly.

A week ago, her fourth brother had already reached an agreement with Sernosen.

Her brother would help him develop a new medication, without taking any profit.

Jian Xi had also offered Sernosen an additional two billion as a generous gift.

Sernosen had no reason to refuse.

"Men die for wealth just as birds die for food." Even Sernosen was no exception.

With a sufficient incentive to tempt him, he was willing to become a tool in her hand.

"Someone, take her out. Continue to inject her with the medication every half hour."

Jian Sirun stepped out. Seeing the worry in Jian Xi’s eyes, he explained, "She won’t die. She’ll just suffer the torment of the pain."

Wensen greeted Jian Sirun respectfully. "Teacher, you’re here."

Jian Xi’s eyes welled up with tears as she threw herself into his arms.