Chapter 99

"Nothing serious, just two money-grubbing people," Dong Ze rubbed his head. "The patrol officer also went to the scene for investigation. At first, Old Zhao told me that things might get complicated. The investigation results showed that the woman's death was due to a fight, and I might have to bear criminal responsibility."

"What happened, and how did it turn out?" Zhuo Chuan already had a good idea of what had happened. This was precisely the influence he had exerted over the past period, which had changed the course of events.

"Later, the wind changed. I heard that someone from above spoke up. Manager Zhao relayed the general idea, which was that a core subordinate and close friend of a great scientist like you wouldn't harm someone by mistake. They said it needed to be investigated further to make a definitive conclusion." As he said this, Dong Ze felt quite embarrassed. He glanced at the nurse, Xiao Lin, as if he had said too much.

Xiao Lin was staring intently at her phone, seemingly unaware of anything.

Zhuo Chuan didn't pay much attention. Everyone knew the situation, and there was no need to publicize it, but also no need to be overly cautious and keep it secret.

He gestured for Dong Ze to continue. "Later, they conducted further investigations and had experts assess the elevator's quality. In the end, it was determined to be an accident. The cause was the elevator's long-term disrepair and improper maintenance. The companies responsible for the elevator maintenance and the building's property management were held primarily responsible. They paid a total of 700,000 yuan in compensation. I waived my share and gave it all to the woman's money-grubbing parents. They stopped纠缠 (harassing) after that. Manager Zhao and Zhen Dong helped with the cremation and burial, and things should calm down soon."

"Good, that's settled. In the future, be more careful in choosing people, find a good woman, and don't have such worries. Work hard and don't be burdened; this matter is over." Zhuo Chuan nodded. He wasn't a saint and didn't care if the woman had died in vain. After all, Dong Ze didn't intentionally kill her; it was an accident.

"I understand, boss. If I find a woman again, I'll definitely have you vet her. I'll also work hard for our company," Dong Ze said. Without Zhuo Chuan's reminder, Dong Ze, who had slightly recovered over the past few days, disregarded He Zhen Dong and Manager Zhao's objections and insisted on getting his laptop to continue working, making calls to check on the progress of the cloud service software development, and coordinating various matters.

The other patients in the ward, seeing his work ethic, used him as an example to educate the younger visitors.

"Working hard isn't necessary; take care of your health. We have a long future of working together. Don't worry about finding a woman; there are still good women out there," Zhuo Chuan said with a deeper meaning. With the new world's technology, not for any other reason, but considering the power of the soul, human life expectancy would be greatly increased.

Dong Ze, of course, didn't understand Zhuo Chuan's true intentions and nodded vigorously.

Soon, Zhuo Chuan saw Dong Ze off and, with the help of the arriving doctor, checked out of the hospital. As soon as he stepped out of the ward, he found it difficult to move, surrounded by various microphones and eager eyes.

Zhuo Chuan smiled helplessly. He knew this craze would last a year or two, and his every move would be under the spotlight.

Previously, he might have been slightly worried, but soon he wouldn't need to worry. Once he created a soul avatar for his modern-world body, he could deal with these trivial matters by returning to the new world and letting the avatar handle them.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Chuan was even more satisfied with the soul avatar. He also felt that Xiao Bai indeed deserved the title of "God of Wisdom," as he had helped create such a useful intelligent tool.

Zhuo Chuan didn't just brush off the reporters with a few words and leave. Instead, he took a microphone and spoke.

"Everyone, thank you for bringing me to the hospital. Please leave your units and names. I'll call someone from the company to come and handle the interviews. With so many people, it's impossible to interview everyone individually. Please make a reservation. Rest assured, all the journalists present today will get a chance."

Zhuo Chuan made a call, asking the business department manager, Chen Zheng Qian, to come and receive the journalists.

When he called, he found out that Chen Zheng Qian had stayed up all night and was now resting at a nearby hotel. The young man who had just taken over his watch, seeing so many journalists, had taken a break to eat. Zhuo Chuan's discharge was too quick, and the young man hadn't finished his meal.

Now, Chen Zheng Qian, upon receiving the call, knew that the boss had already been discharged and was about to leave. The young man quickly put down his meal and rushed over.

Upon arrival, the young man bowed repeatedly to Zhuo Chuan, apologizing profusely, fearing he would be fired. He regretted not buying some bread and staying nearby, so the boss wouldn't be left alone to deal with the journalists.

Zhuo Chuan, of course, wouldn't blame him. He wasn't an emperor who needed constant attention.

Soon, Chen Zheng Qian, with slightly swollen eyelids, also arrived.

Without Zhuo Chuan needing to say more, Manager Chen immediately gathered the journalists and arranged for reservations. Everyone who wanted to interview him had to register and schedule an interview, all set for a week later.

Zhuo Chuan was satisfied with the manager's proactive attitude but still reminded him to rest and take a couple of days off.

Free from the reporters, Zhuo Chuan didn't take a taxi home. Instead, he thought for a moment, bought a pair of sunglasses and a hat, put them on, and then bought a bunch of food and drinks. He went to the other end of the city and found a high-end business hotel, planning to stay there for a few days.

Of course, he didn't forget to instruct the company that he had some matters to attend to and to hold off on any issues until he returned.

As soon as he entered the hotel, he saw that the promotional screens in the lobby were not playing the usual music advertisements but were instead rolling with his portrait, with news playing below. Zhuo Chuan was no longer surprised, as the taxi radio had been repeatedly broadcasting this news on his way over.

Many large screens in the surrounding squares were also broadcasting this news. Zhuo Chuan could say he had become an overnight sensation.

"Mr. Zhuo Chuan, a young Chinese scientist, after nearly a decade of hard research, recently successfully discovered a new medical law, published in the article 'On the Principle of Predicting Human Physiological Conditions from Changes in Electrocardiographic Signals.' This has received high recognition from the top scientific journals Nature and Science and has been named the 'Zhuo's—God's Law.'"

"This law has been verified by many top scientists in the industry, causing a significant stir in the international community. It is hailed as a major scientific discovery of the century. Currently, many prestigious international universities are inviting Mr. Zhuo Chuan to give lectures. The proposal of this law marks the most significant breakthrough in the country's scientific history since its founding, symbolizing the continuous emphasis and investment in scientific endeavors, which are now yielding abundant results."

Zhuo Chuan smiled helplessly. His achievement had not received a single cent of research funding. However, since it was being promoted this way, he suspected that future research funding would not be lacking.

Next, the screen began to play the CCTV female reporter's interview with him, almost without any cuts, perfectly showcasing Zhuo Chuan's confident demeanor. Especially when he effortlessly calculated a large number multiplication, the air of confidence and certainty amazed some of the guests resting in the lobby.

"No wonder he's so young and so capable. Look at his brain. With the same brain, we need to use pen and paper for two-digit calculations and still make mistakes. He can do a hundred-digit calculation, not just remember it, but also get the answer instantly. That's amazing," a middle-aged businessman, clearly a successful person, marveled.