Girl, There's Something Wrong With You - Chapter 9

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Tranquil, clean, ethereal.

Xing Yuanzhi soaked in the bathtub, comfortably squinting her eyes.

As a seasoned bath enthusiast, her habit was to first wash herself with warm water, while filling the tub with hot water to soak.

After soaking, she would wash her hair, apply shower gel to her body, rinse off, and then refill the tub with hot water to continue soaking.

Finally, she would rinse off completely.

This is the method of ‘three washes, two soaks,’ leaving the body extremely clean and the mind uplifted, allowing her to completely shake off the frequent deaths in her nightmares and maintain a pleasant mood throughout the morning…

Until Cheng Jinyang deliberately calls her Ah Zhi again, or someone else deliberately provokes her with ill intentions.

Stepping out of the bathtub, Xing Yuanzhi began to shower under the spray.

At this moment, there came a knocking sound from outside the bathroom:

“How much longer are you going to take?” Wang Wanrou asked impatiently.

“Give me ten minutes,” Xing Yuanzhi calmly replied.

Even if someone outside were threatening to detonate a nuclear bomb, it wouldn’t make me finish bathing and leave the bathroom early!

However, Miss Wang didn’t urge again.

When Xing Yuanzhi finished washing and came out, she saw her lying bored on the sofa, holding a small mirror and constantly looking at her face.

A magical way to unwind.

“Sigh, Yuanzhi,” Wang Wanrou sighed, “do you think my perfection brings too much pressure to the people around me?”

“I don’t understand pressure,” Xing Yuanzhi said frankly, “but what I can confirm is that I have never seen such a shameless person.”

“You don’t understand,” Wang Wanrou shook her head, “but I can understand you. There’s nothing wrong with deceiving oneself.”

Xing Yuanzhi: …

The mood she just filled up instantly emptied.

“What were you rushing me to do just now?” she asked impatiently.

“Ah, tidy up a bit and get ready to go out with me,” Wang Wanrou said.

“Why?” Xing Yuanzhi immediately asked back, avoiding giving the other party any opportunity to imprint her thoughts.

“Cheng Jinyang is returning to the family estate this afternoon and will definitely face difficulties,” Wang Wanrou put away the mirror and sat up from the sofa, “You want to help him, right?”

Xing Yuanzhi remained silent.

“Just by himself, he can’t confront the family,” Wang Wanrou continued, “The neural development program accompanying the Theory of Everything is only available within the Cheng family, and they will be exploiting that to impose unwarranted restrictions on your fiancé.”

“To break the deadlock, it’s impossible to intervene from within the situation. Cheng Qingxin has been the head of the Cheng Clan for three years, and his power and prestige have reached their peak. It’s nearly impossible to shake his decisions from within. The independent structure of the aristocratic families makes it extremely difficult to influence the Cheng Clan from the outside, and it easily incites all members of the family to unite against external threats.”

“However, between the ‘impossibility’ of internal influence and the ‘extreme difficulty’ of external influence, there is one independent figure. He is not bound by Cheng Qingxin’s authority as the clan leader, nor can he be classified as an external force hostile to the Cheng Clan. Yuanzhi, who do you think this person might be?”

Xing Yuanyu was slightly startled, then immediately said:

“The former head of the Cheng Clan, Cheng Benhe, who is currently in retirement due to illness!”

“Pretty good, it seems you’re not too dim,” Wang Wanrou’s next words immediately made her frown again.

“But with our current identities, there’s no way we can even approach or persuade him, right?” Xing Yuanzhi immediately questioned.

“If it’s just you alone, indeed, it’s impossible,” Wang Wanrou glanced at her.

Xing Yuanzhi: ….

Qingfeng, endure it!

She silently suppressed her anger and saw Wang Wanrou stand up, saying:

“Let’s go, Yuanzhi.”

“We’re going to find Cheng Benhe.”

………..

The Imperial Royal Hospital of Physicians, located near Xi’anmen in Xuanwu District, is popularly known as the “Life Extension Hospital,” where numerous elderly and frail members of prestigious families reside.

For example, there’s a fifth-grade supernatural family with only one member left, whose lifespan is nearing its end and can only be sustained by various advanced technologies inside, barely maintaining the family’s status. There are many such special patients in the hospital.

Of course, admission to such a hospital isn’t simply a matter of wealth. The ostensible owner of the hospital’s assets is naturally the Sima royal family, currently under the direct control of the Emperor’s in-laws, the Yu family.

Admission criteria are naturally negotiated with the Yu family privately, and although the specifics are unknown, the cost is undoubtedly exorbitant.

Following Wang Wanrou to the hospital, Xing Yuanzhi saw that most of the elderly around were sitting in wheelchairs, being pushed by nurses as they navigated through the garden.

After reaching the age of 100, most of the time one can only sit in a wheelchair, relying on regular replacement of aging tissues and organs to cling to life…

Of course, it doesn’t mean immortality.

Looking at these elderly people who struggled even to lift their arms, Xing Yuanzhi thought to herself that if the Xing family really came to a point where she had to cling to life like this to maintain the family’s status, she might as well seize the opportunity to commit suicide.

She could endure sitting in a wheelchair, she could endure being immobile, but not being able to bathe was absolutely intolerable!

Arriving at the reception hall, when Wang Wanrou found the young nurse behind the counter, she smiled and asked:

“Hello, I’ve come to find an elder who lives here. Could you help me locate where he lives?”

“Sure, who are you looking for…” The nurse started to respond, but her pupils dilated momentarily, then she calmly asked, “Who are you looking for?”

“Cheng Benhe,” Wang Wanrou replied, “from the Shendu Cheng Clan.”

“Okay, one moment.” The nurse lowered her head and checked on the computer screen, “He should be in the intensive care unit. I can’t access his records on this terminal, we need to check on the head nurse’s terminal.”

“Lead the way,” Wang Wanrou instructed.

So the nurse led the two girls to the duty room at the back, where the head nurse was playing with her phone.

Upon hearing their voices, she looked up in confusion and asked, “What’s going on?”

“These two family members want to visit a patient, and I checked, he should be in the intensive care unit,” the nurse explained.

“intensive care unit?” The head nurse raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Are you family members of the patient?”

“Yes,” Wang Wanrou replied calmly. “It’s our first time here, and we don’t know where he’s staying.”

“For the intensive care unit, according to hospital regulations, we need you to present the corresponding family ID card, as well as a visitation letter signed by the family head, to prove your identity,” the head nurse explained.

Turning to the junior nurse, she asked, “Which patient specifically?”

“It’s Cheng Benhe from the Shendu Cheng Clan,” the junior nurse answered.

“Oh, Cheng Benhe and…” Before the head nurse could finish her sentence, Wang Wanrou smiled and asked, “Is he okay now? Can we visit him in the hospital?”

“Yes, you can. His health is still quite good…” The head nurse paused here, her pupils dilated, the mental imprint successfully engraved.

“Since we are allowed, then please lead the way,” Wang Wanrou said, her smile fading.

“Alright, I’ll take you both there,” the head nurse nodded, no longer mentioning the need for identification from the two.

Xing Yuanzhi watched silently from behind, thinking that the ideological imprint was indeed as rumored; one misstep in rhetoric could lead to trouble.

She would have to be extremely careful in the future.

And she must also remind Jinyang about this matter again.