Chapter 76

Zhuochuan wants to build a large-scale elderly care facility to take care of those who are about to die. If he has no reputation, no one will come. Most of those with high soul power are people who have achieved success in the modern world; they don't lack ways to take care of their old age and don't need to go to Zhuochuan's facility.

Only if Zhuochuan has a great reputation, can these people know about him. And it can't be the kind of fame that entertainment stars have; it must be in the field of medicine, so they can trust him.

After they move in voluntarily, if Zhuochuan's previous idea works and performing physical repair on them doesn't cause any soul power conflicts, he will help them with some simple physical repairs to maintain their vitality. This will further prove the benefits of staying here, attracting more people to move in.

Of course, this kind of repair can't be at the atomic level. Even if Zhuochuan could do it, he wouldn't. The warning from Dahu is still in his ears. Besides, even if he completely repairs them, the sensation of "rejuvenation" would cause a sensation that he can't handle, and it would also go against his original intention of building the elderly care facility.

Zhuochuan's vague idea has now become completely clear. As long as this idea can be successfully implemented, his advantage of occupying a modern world will be better utilized. The soul power that was previously wasted can now be stored in large quantities, and after he becomes a citizen, he can use it at will.

Zhuochuan already has a clear plan in mind, and the remaining work is just a matter of following through.

After returning to the modern world, Zhuochuan quickly took care of the basic needs of this body and came to the company early. Before verifying his previous idea, he needed to handle some company affairs to avoid being interrupted.

As soon as he opened his laptop, a flurry of email notifications appeared.

Zhuochuan didn't panic but read them slowly. After reading the first one, he understood that the paper he sent to the journal *Nature* a few days ago had been successfully recognized.

The content of these emails, of course, was in English, but there were Chinese translations attached.

"Hello, Mr. Zhuochuan, we are the editors of *Nature* magazine. We hope to have a formal conversation with you to confirm the results you published in our magazine and discuss some other issues..."

"Hello, Zhuo, I am Robert Green, a physiologist and professional reviewer for *Nature* magazine. After receiving your paper, I worked for 19 hours straight and initially verified the theory you proposed in the paper, which predicts human physiological conditions based on changes in ECG signals. It seems to be correct, and I am very, very interested. I hope you can meet with me."

In later emails, Zhuochuan even saw one where someone directly referred to him as "Saint Zhuo," expressing great gratitude. Zhuochuan, with a tingling scalp, read the content of the email.

It turned out that a researcher, out of boredom, manually tested the ECG signals of his partner and discovered that the partner would experience a severe physiological crisis six days later. When he took the partner to the hospital, a more thorough and detailed radiological examination revealed that the partner had a very hidden heart disease. Of course, if the crisis occurred, as long as the partner was taken to the hospital within an hour, it could be easily treated. However, they were planning a long trip in two days, and if the crisis occurred during the trip, it would be impossible to get to the hospital in time.

This real-life case further proved the correctness of Zhuochuan's paper.

Fame was about to come. After reading the last email, Zhuochuan checked online to find out the status of these editors and professional reviewers in their respective fields.

Zhuochuan was well-prepared for this. Unlike theories that mature after multiple verifications, his theory was already a fully mature commercial product when he presented it, and it was highly advanced, a result of human achievements decades later. Publishing it now was groundbreaking.

But it wasn't a century ahead. The professionals could still understand and verify the steps in the paper. If it were technology from a thousand years later, it would be even more advanced, but it wouldn't be recognized so quickly.

Zhuochuan immediately replied to the emails, expressing his interest in talking with them and scheduling a time.

After handling these necessary matters, Zhuochuan planned to find someone to try "physical repair" to see if it could be easily effective.

He believed that the soul strength of people in the modern world was much lower than that of people in the new world. Just like himself when he first arrived there, he was repeatedly outsmarted in terms of intelligence, not because his physical brain wasn't well-developed, but because his soul strength was too weak to drive such a powerful brain.

After some thought, he left the office and headed to the city's tumor specialty hospital to find some seriously ill patients to treat, to see if he could successfully perform the repair and extend their lives.

As he left the office, several employees came towards him, all calling him "Mr. Zhuo" and stepping aside to let him pass, showing genuine respect. This was the benefit of high salaries and good treatment; employees wouldn't feel the company was unfair to them, and they wouldn't care about being fired, so their attitude towards the boss would naturally be very respectful.

In his old company, the boss was very stingy. Zhuochuan's department was still relatively good, but in other departments, the annual turnover rate was always over 30%, with two people coming in and one leaving, and then recruiting again and leaving again. New college graduates rarely lasted more than three years.

Naturally, the employees in these departments had no respect for the boss and often cursed him behind his back. Some even had direct conflicts with the boss over treatment issues.

As he walked through the office area, Zhuochuan saw all the employees working hard on their own initiative. He knew their mindset well; they were afraid the company would go bankrupt, and the high salaries would no longer be sustainable.

This was also one of Zhuochuan's goals. Few businessmen dared to play this way, and those who persisted became powerful companies, either globally or domestically.

Zhuochuan's mood unconsciously improved, and he nodded and smiled at the employees who saluted him. But when he pushed open the company door and left, a woman's voice greeted him, instantly ruining his mood.

He saw a woman he had only met a few times, with an ordinary appearance and a pungent perfume that could be smelled from a distance, grabbing Dong Ze's collar and yelling at him.

"Dong, you're being ungrateful, aren't you? I see you're feeling cocky again. What, you don't want to get back together with me? Fine, then give me the breakup fee, 500,000 yuan. Give me 500,000 yuan, and I won't cause a scene here."

"Didn't you say you got a job with a monthly salary of 30,000 yuan? Can't you come up with this much money?"

"Installment payments are fine too. I'll give you two years, 20,000 yuan a month, and I'll waive the remainder."

Zhuochuan frowned and saw Dong Ze, who was standing there silently, receiving the stares of passersby. His short and fat body was trembling, his face was flushed, and the red bumps on his nose were jumping. Knowing Dong Ze's temperament, Zhuochuan knew this was a sign that he was about to lose his temper.