The Sickly Villain Only Wants to Survive

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After the system disappeared, everything returned to normal. The inexplicable headache vanished, and the strange memory that had taken root in Jiang Wenhan's mind was gone as well.

He looked at the person standing beside him, their hands tightly clasped, and at the unconscious figure of Xia Yang lying on the ground.

"You all..."

Before he could voice his confusion, the door to the hospital room swung open.

"Is Xia Yang in this room?"

A person in a police uniform stepped inside, wearing a serious expression.

Jiang Wenhan instinctively replied, "Yes."

The officer asked again, "Who is Xia Yang?"

As he spoke, he noticed the figure sprawled on the floor.

Jiang Wenhan responded, "That's him."

The officer remained silent for a moment.

After being taken to the police station, Qin Junhong confessed to the accomplices involved in his crime, prompting the police to come to the hospital to request Xia Yang's cooperation in the investigation.

Jiang Wenhan took care of the subsequent matters, while Zhu Tong, eager to leave the hospital, pulled Shao Ming away.

On the way back, the two of them sat in the backseat, the soundproof partition rising. Zhu Tong gradually recounted what had occurred after time had frozen.

"The headaches that Jiang Wenhan and I experienced were likely due to data leakage."

Because of its weakened state, the system within Xia Yang had begun to collapse before the world's trajectory had fully stabilized, despite his favorability level reaching its maximum.

Shao Ming gently squeezed his hand and asked, "Is everything alright now?"

Zhu Tong nodded. "Yes, everything is fine now."

Although he had no clear understanding of the authority the main system had granted him, he did not feel any changes in his body.

Perhaps any changes would only manifest when a threat appeared.

He hoped that such a threat would never materialize.

After a brief pause, Shao Ming asked again, "Was the favorability level just maxed out in the hospital?"

Zhu Tong hesitated, casting a cautious glance at Shao Ming before slowly nodding.

Shao Ming tilted his head, studying him with an unreadable expression.

The streets outside sped by, the lights casting flickering shadows across his face.

Shao Ming fell silent, and Zhu Tong found himself at a loss for words.

He felt he should explain something—perhaps why he understood the impossibility of the favorability level being maximized or reassure Shao Ming not to worry about it.

But if he voiced these thoughts, would it imply he was overly concerned?

The two returned to the villa in silence, only to unexpectedly run into the elder who was leaving for work in the early hours.

Before they could express concern for Zhu Tong's grandfather's early morning work, the two of them were scolded by the old man.

Shao Ming took the initiative to assume responsibility, saying, "I'm sorry for worrying you; it won't happen again."

Cheng Qingsong remained silent.

Both of them knew how to conduct themselves, and the old man was not genuinely upset with them. Now that they were back and had recognized their mistakes, he chose not to reprimand them further.