After Xin Zhu visited the sanatorium, he was listless for several days and didn’t play games.

Chuzheng tried to ’coax’ him for a while, but seeing no effect, she gave up.

She’s very busy, where can she find time to coax him every day?

Xin Zhu managed to survive in such an environment, without being driven crazy; he was just down for a few days.

Chuzheng pushed open the door to Xin Zhu’s bedroom, and it was completely dark inside.

Chuzheng groped her way through the darkness, stood by the bed, and looked at the lump on the bed: "Hand over your phone."

No one responded to her in the darkness.

Chuzheng: "..."

"Xin Zhu!"

Staying up late at night, hiding to play games, do you have a death wish!

Xin Zhu responded not at all, and Chuzheng blew air silently.

Fine!

I can’t handle you, can I!!

She directly lifted the covers and lay down, startling Xin Zhu into sitting up: "What... what are you doing?"

"Keeping you company." Let’s see how you play games!

Xin Zhu: "..."

"I’m not playing anymore." Xin Zhu admitted defeat and handed over his phone obediently.

"Too late." Chuzheng lay still: "From now on, I’ll sleep here."

Playing games secretly as soon as I’m not watching, this is intolerable.

Xin Zhu panicked: "But, we... how can we... this isn’t right... You should go back to your room..."

Chuzheng couldn’t be bothered to argue with him, pulled him back, and roughly wrapped him into a cocoon with the duvet.

"I don’t..."

"Shut up."

"But..."

Chuzheng clapped her hand over Xin Zhu’s face, threatening fiercely: "Be quiet." I’m so tired, getting up in the middle of the night, is it easy for me?! Understand a bit, will you!

Xin Zhu: "..."

Xin Zhu finally rescued his face, why is she like this!!

-

At night, Xin Zhu didn’t dare play games anymore, but Chuzheng still continued to sleep in his room, and from being initially uncomfortable, he’d gradually gotten used to it.

After finishing a check-up, Xin Zhu didn’t leave immediately but looked at the doctor.

The doctor felt a bit uncomfortable with his gaze, coughed: "Mr. Xin, is there anything else you’d like to ask?"

"My illness... is there any hope for it?"

"Mr. Xin, rest assured, there’s no big problem." The doctor smiled reassuringly: "As long as you rest well, you’ll soon recover your health."

The doctor had been instructed by Chuzheng not to say anything to Xin Zhu, so he couldn’t get any information out of him.

Watching Xin Zhu leave, the doctor sighed.

When the report came out, the doctor took it to Chuzheng to report.

Aside from the tumor in Xin Zhu’s brain, everything else was healthy, no issues.

"Miss Liu, there’s one more thing."

"Speak."

"I’ve discovered... Mr. Xin’s blood has a reparative effect."

Chuzheng paused in flipping through the reports: "Meaning?"

The doctor answered cautiously: "Meaning Mr. Xin’s blood can prolong a person’s lifespan or repair certain cellular diseases. This is just a preliminary discovery."

The room suddenly fell silent.

The doctor felt chills running down his spine, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

After a long while, the girl’s voice quietly sounded: "I need you to sign a lifetime agreement again."

The doctor: "..."

"An annual salary in the millions, with house property given, choose whichever car you like, research funding without limit, bonuses and holidays counted separately."

The doctor: "!!!!"

"The only requirement, this must stay a secret, not a word to anyone, including those close to you. If a single word gets out, neither you nor your family will be spared."

The doctor: "!!!!"

If I don’t agree now, you won’t spare me either?

Thinking of that assistant... how could the doctor refuse?

After signing the new agreement, the doctor hurriedly left.

Chuzheng sat alone on the sofa, motionless for a long time.

Will Xin Zhu turn out like those people...

But from the current situation, he shows no abnormalities.

Why is it different?

Chuzheng put the report away and went upstairs to find Xin Zhu.

Xin Zhu was sitting on the terrace, holding a guitar, slowly strumming it, the sound was... hard to describe.

But Xin Zhu was playing earnestly, so Chuzheng didn’t interrupt him.

"Sigh..."

Xin Zhu pressed on the guitar, resting his chin on its side panel.

"Do you like playing the guitar?"

Xin Zhu was startled, his face slightly flushed: "Did you hear?"

When did she come!

"Mm, if you like it, I’ll hire you a teacher."

"No... no need." Xin Zhu shook his head, put the guitar down: "I don’t have that talent."

"Liking something and having a talent for it aren’t conflicting."

"Uh..." Xin Zhu changed the topic: "Did you need something from me?"

Chuzheng remembered the main subject and asked him: "Have you ever eaten the leaves of that tree?"

That tree, Chuzheng didn’t need to name it, Xin Zhu knew which one.

He shook his head: "No."

No... but those few people should have eaten, so the changes in Xin Zhu’s body aren’t because of that tree?

Also not correct.

He was scratched by that tree.

Maybe ingesting is more serious, while being scratched might not cause a big problem but provide benefits instead?

Xin Zhu: "Is there a problem?"

"No problem." Chuzheng touched his head, regardless of the reason, as long as his health was fine.

-

The next day Chuzheng got Xin Zhu a teacher, Xin Zhu hadn’t expected Chuzheng’s swift action.

But he really did like playing the guitar, lacking talent but being earnest, the teacher, paid handsomely, taught with great patience.

"Hey Chu, listen to me play the guitar?"

Xin Zhu, after practicing for several days, eagerly went to find Chuzheng.

Chuzheng: "!!"

Chuzheng glanced at the doctor, stood up calmly: "I have some things to discuss with the doctor, I’ll listen later."

She gave the doctor a signal and quickly fled.

Xin Zhu: "..."

In the evening.

Chuzheng went back to the room, Xin Zhu was sitting cross-legged on the bed, as she entered, he immediately said: "I’ve improved a lot from before, carry on listening."

His tone was soft, like he was pleading.

Chuzheng: "..."

Not very willing.

My own Good Person Card, I shall pamper myself.

Chuzheng nodded reluctantly, and Xin Zhu immediately brightened his face, quickly grabbed his guitar.

Chuzheng: "..."

Oh, I’m having such a hard time.

The improvement Xin Zhu mentioned, was probably moving from preschool beginner class to preschool intermediate class.

Chuzheng somewhat regretted it.

"How was it?"

"Not bad." She really couldn’t say the words "sounds good," Chuzheng took the guitar away and placed it somewhere Xin Zhu couldn’t reach.

"It doesn’t sound good, does it?" Xin Zhu noticed Chuzheng’s perfunctory reply, and his face fell.

"Go to sleep early."

"I’ll study hard."

"Mm."

True to his word, Xin Zhu stopped playing games altogether, he began earnestly studying the guitar, his progress could be described as lightning fast.

Chuzheng didn’t let Xin Zhu go out, fearing he’d be taken away by someone outside.

Xin Zhu used to be accustomed to being alone, he didn’t mind; Chuzheng accompanying him every day already made him very happy.