CHAPTER 827: CHAPTER 804: I CAN’T PROMISE YOU

Lu Fengming was troubled. How could he reduce the mortality rate? How could he ensure that these people all survive? This was his greatest challenge.

He didn’t seek fame or fortune; he just hoped the number of surviving humans would increase, not decrease.

Old Xiao almost didn’t knock on the office door, instead kicking it open as he barged in.

Lu Fengming glanced angrily at Old Xiao.

"Old Xiao, have your manners been fed to the dogs? You don’t even know how to knock."

Director Xiao happily slapped the table.

"S+, and still a doctor, an Ancient Medical World doctor at that, shouldn’t you be thanking me?"

Lu Fengming was perplexed.

"What are you talking about? Mumbling to yourself as you get older. What S+? What heir of the Ancient Medical World? What are you saying? Are you telling me there’s new top-tier fighting power on the 100th floor again?"

As he asked, Lu Fengming felt a twinge of jealousy; all the top-tier S-rank fighters were concentrated on the 100th floor. Those 100,000 top-tier fighters were humanity’s last hope.

All resources were funneled there because that was where humanity’s hope resided.

"Old Lu, great news! Do you know how much trouble I saved you today? Our testing room on the 900th floor just produced an S+ level fighter, and it’s even an heir from the Ancient Medical World.

You probably didn’t see how the screen changed, it kept beeping non-stop from the moment they started the surgery. The red light almost reached the top, signaling us that this is a doctor from the Ancient Medical World.

Our 900th floor now has its own doctor. Aren’t you surprised and excited?"

Lu Fengming abruptly stood up.

"What did you say? Old Xiao, you better not be lying to me, or it won’t end well for you. If such a person truly exists, drinks are on me forever."

Lu Fengming felt his heart pounding in his chest.

Does the 900th floor really have such luck?

Director Xiao dragged Lu Fengming straight to their observation room.

Watching a group of people gathered around the screen.

Tears in their eyes.

Crying like they were made of tears.

Lu Fengming glared, "Why are you crying like you’ve all lost your mothers? Move aside and let me see."

All these little brats seem to have something wrong with them.

Within three minutes, Lu Fengming was hugging the screen, crying his heart out.

Crying with tears and snot streaming down, Director Xiao couldn’t bear to watch.

Handing over a towel.

"Alright, enough already! Can you stop? Look, you’ve scared the young ones."

Lu Fengming wiped his tears while sobbing, blowing his nose.

"Do you understand? If my mother could have held on for just a year longer, she would have survived. If this girl had appeared earlier, my mother wouldn’t have died. I... it breaks my heart just thinking about it!"

Lu Fengming’s words made many silently shed tears, not just him—many had similar experiences.

Everyone was born to parents.

Everyone has siblings, blood relatives, and comrades they wouldn’t abandon. But who hasn’t faced such difficult choices?

Doctors are like gods.

Human life and death now rely on oneself, not doctors.

"Old Lu, this isn’t the time for tears, we need to think of a plan. This must not be reported upstairs, but how can we keep this person hidden?"

Director Xiao wiped his tears, men aren’t supposed to cry easily, but now they must figure out what to do with this person.

Lu Fengming couldn’t cry anymore, "Need you ask what to do? Report it upstairs but don’t mention the doctor, just the fighting power, and downplay it, report it as A-rank. Our 900th floor deserves at least one A-rank."

Everyone nodded at Lu Fengming’s words.

"Alright, but you need to think through the subsequent arrangements."

They’re hiding this to retain as many lives as possible on the 900th floor.

If the 100th floor finds out there’s a doctor here, especially a highly talented one from the Ancient Medical World, it would be a disaster.

Zhao Zhanyong, that old bastard, would surely come to take her.

Jiang Xiaoxiao wiped her sweat as Xiao Li was carried out.

Though Xiao Li was still unconscious, his breathing was steady, and his condition stable.

"It’s best for me and my team to stay by her side for 24 hours, because there might still be changes within the first 24 hours post-surgery."

Most people here lived in single rooms; shared suites were rare, Jiang Xiaoxiao had never seen one.

There certainly wasn’t a spacious area to care for patients.

This was a problem; there wasn’t such a thing as a hospital ward here.

Others looked troubled; Xiao Li lived in a dorm no bigger than a pigeonhole, just enough for a single bed and a desk.

They usually ate in the cafeteria, and fitting two adults in there would be cramped.

"What are you thinking? Go repurpose the largest meeting room in your office area into a ward, and move the patient in there. This way, the doctors and caregivers can work in a spacious environment."

A loud voice cut in, making everyone jump.

Everyone turned to see Lu Fengming, saluting him.

This was their Building Chief.

"Hello Building Chief, we’ll get right on it."

The entire exchange center bustled with activity, quickly mobilizing manpower and resources for rapid modification.

Lu Fengming smiled at Jiang Xiaoxiao. He could tell she was a young woman, but couldn’t discern her age or features.

Why wear a mask?

What is this girl up to, trying to conceal her identity?

"Girl, I’m Lu, Lu Fengming. I’m the Building Chief of the 900th floor, overseeing ten floors. Seeing you perform surgery today was truly breathtaking, it shocked us all. I didn’t expect you had learned the Ancient Medical World heritage.

Girl, I hope you’ll stay on our 900th floor. Life here isn’t easy, and these one million people don’t even have a doctor. Everyone, whether they catch a cold or are seriously injured, bears it themselves.

If they can’t bear it, they wait for death. Girl, I hope you can stay with us here and I’ll give you all our resources. As long as you stay on our 900th floor."

Lu Fengming shouted those words gently.

Jiang Xiaoxiao saw through Lu Fengming’s sincerity.

And she was shocked by the fact that one million people didn’t even have a doctor.

And this wasn’t just on the 900th floor; it was also the case on the 800th and 700th floors.

Even among tens of millions, only three doctors existed, and they were so expensive that they were unaffordable.

Seeing the earnestness in his eyes, she suddenly felt a weight of responsibility.

Like a savior descending into this world; originally she came to this world to save her loved ones.

But she suddenly realized that this world needed saving even more.

"Building Chief Lu, I can’t make that promise!"