Li Hanyu suddenly awoke from the extreme tension, coming to her senses.

Oh no!

Could it be that Zuo Bai didn’t come willingly but was coerced? Are the people in the villa next door not Zuo Bai’s friends?

A chill shot from her feet to the top of her head.

Li Hanyu, trembling, picked up her phone again, found Lou Duan’s number, and dialed it, hitting the speaker button.

The soundproofing in the bedroom was excellent, not even the sound of a drill could get out, let alone a phone call.

Ring... ring...

The call was quickly connected.

Li Hanyu wisely did not question Lou Duan but said courteously:

"Lou Duan, Professor Zuo Bai is here, my son is about to wake up, and it’s all thanks to your help. Don’t worry, my son and I will not forget this favor."

Li Hanyu’s eyes were filled with tears of sincerity and emotion:

"By the way, how did you find Professor Zuo Bai?"

Li Hanyu saw Zuo Bai staring intently at her phone, making her scalp tingle.

Lou Duan sneered over the phone:

"As long as you’re grateful. Anyway, I’ve fulfilled my promise to you. How I accomplished it, that’s my secret."

Lou Duan on the other end of the phone was tight-lipped.

Joking, the [Libra] website is his most concealed "trump card" now; he wouldn’t tell anyone.

Li Hanyu gazed at Zuo Bai, whose face was extremely grim.

Her heart was in her throat, and she suddenly remembered a photo Feng Mu had shown her before.

The photo was a screenshot of a chat between Lou Duan and someone with the ID [Clown].

"Could it be [Clown]?" Li Hanyu thought she had an answer but didn’t say more.

Zuo Bai seethed with hatred, Lou Duan’s name topping his list of grievances.

Yet, he smiled at Li Hanyu and said:

"If he doesn’t want to say, let it be. But my friends had a hard time coming here; could you ask your friends to give them a five-star review?"

Even at this point, Zuo Bai remembered the Master of Ceremonies’ instructions.

He really, I’m crying!!!

Soon after hanging up, the surgery was completed.

It was 1 minute and 14 seconds faster than Zuo Bai had estimated.

Not because he deliberately sped up, but because Qian Huan’s body responded well.

Not at all like someone on the brink of death, his physical condition was much better than the physiological indicators suggested.

Zuo Bai was a bit surprised but didn’t think much, attributing it to Qian Huan’s strong will to survive.

Zuo Bai expressionlessly held out his hand: "Tablet."

Li Hanyu hurriedly handed over the medical tablet.

Zuo Bai took it and brought up the interface for operating the implant chip.

Complex neural signal maps, bioelectric current simulation waveforms, chip status parameters... all cascaded down the screen like a waterfall.

He began the final "debugging" and "activation".

Zuo Bai’s fingers swiftly tapped on the tablet, writing a subroutine disguised as a system log right in front of Li Hanyu.

This code was buried deep within the redundant core of the chip, lying dormant like a silent viper.

But it had a built-in countdown, connected to a minuscule node within the chip, capable of causing a localized bioelectric overload.

Once the countdown reached zero, the chip would "self-destruct," like tofu completing its heating process.

Apologies, Zuo Bai was just that petty.

He dared not retaliate against [Destiny], but he certainly dared to against others.

Li Hanyu was unaware that Zuo Bai blamed his misfortune on her and her son.

To be fair, Zuo Bai blamed not only them but also Lou Duan, Zhao Jingyi, Wu Shou, Feng Yuhuai...

Basically, everyone played a part, more or less, in his misfortune.

Feng Yuhuai: "....." Why am I even blamed for this?!!

"Done."

Zuo Bai finished all the operations, casually tossing the tablet back to Li Hanyu, saying:

"Chip implantation completed, activation successful, your son is about to wake up."

Li Hanyu pressed her hands firmly against the cold glass, eyes wide open, not blinking as she stared at Qian Huan’s face.

One second... two seconds...

Suddenly!

Qian Huan’s tightly shut eyelids twitched ever so slightly.

Li Hanyu’s breath caught, and she covered her mouth tightly.

Finally, Qian Huan’s eyelids slowly opened a sliver.

With the initial awakening’s confusion and weakness, his gaze met his mother’s tear-streaked, joyfully contorted face outside the glass.

Li Hanyu’s voice, choking with sobs, said: "Son..... you finally... finally woke up!"

Qian Huan struggled to open his mouth, his voice hoarse, saying: "Mom, I had such a long dream, I was practicing martial arts with Feng Mu the whole time in it!"

Li Hanyu was taken aback; she knew her son trusted Feng Mu but didn’t expect him to be so trusted that he appeared even in his dreams.

Li Hanyu was a bit jealous of Feng Mu.

Zuo Bai stood coldly with his hands in his pockets, curious inside:

"Who is Feng Mu, anyway? Well, it shouldn’t concern me..... right."

Qian Huan rolled his eyes forcefully, only to realize that he had no sense of touch and couldn’t move at all.

Qian Huan’s pupils shrank with panic spreading across his face:

"Mom, what’s wrong with me, why can’t I move?"

Li Hanyu’s tears silently streamed down her cheeks; she suppressed her sobs and softly comforted:

"My son, think back; you almost got blown up. But don’t worry, I’ve avenged you. Just relax, as long as you can wake, I promise, I will make sure you can move again."