Chapter 81 Your body is a shortcut to the altar!

Chapter 81 Your body is a shortcut to the altar!

The private room is on the second floor of Huichun Hall.

Su Wanqing was flipping through an ancient book when there was a knock on the door. Lu Yao walked in quickly with a solemn expression.

"Sister-in-law, a few people have come outside and specifically asked to see you."

Lu Yao's voice was very low, revealing an unease.

“They’re not from our circle, and they look…very different.”

Su Wanqing put down her book and looked up: "How is it different?"

“There were three people, one white and two who looked like compatriots. They were all wearing suits and speaking English, but the man in the lead spoke frighteningly fluent Chinese.” Lu Yao tried to describe the sense of unease she felt. “They didn’t come through connections; they had letters of introduction from the Foreign Affairs Department of the Ministry of Health, saying they were from the ‘Global Health’ Group and came for an inspection and exchange.”

Global Health.

An unfamiliar name.

However, the letter of introduction from the Foreign Affairs Department carries significant weight.

This means that the other party followed the official channels and knocked on her door openly and legitimately, without even needing a reason to avoid seeing her.

"Let them come up." Su Wanqing's voice was devoid of any emotion.

What's meant to happen, can't be avoided.

A moment later, the door to the private room was pushed open, and three figures walked in.

The man at the head of the group was about forty years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a well-tailored suit, and meticulously combed hair. He possessed an elegance and composure cultivated through long-term immersion in top-tier social circles, but beneath that elegance lay an unsettling sense of scrutiny.

Behind him was a tall white man with a wary look in his eyes and a posture that suggested he was a professional soldier; the other was a female secretary with exquisite makeup and a capable demeanor.

"Miss Su Wanqing, I apologize for the intrusion." The leading man spoke with a smile, his Chinese pleasant to the ear, but utterly devoid of warmth.

He reached out his hand.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Lin Huaiyuan, CEO of Global Health Asia."

He was very humble and his manners were impeccable.

Su Wanqing did not get up. She lightly touched the page of the ancient book with her fingertip before reaching out to briefly touch his hand.

"Mr. Lin, please have a seat."

Lin Huaiyuan calmly took his seat, while his two attendants stood silently behind him like two nails.

“Miss Su, we have come with the utmost sincerity.” Lin Huaiyuan went straight to the point.

The female secretary handed over an exquisite leather folder, which he pushed in front of Su Wanqing with his slender fingers.

"Our group has been following you for a long time."

"From the sudden emergence of Huichuntang, to the miraculous acupuncture at the Yan family's birthday banquet, and then to the medical miracles you created in the jungles of Southwest China and the forbidden zones of Southern Xinjiang..."

His words were words of praise, but the message he conveyed was blatant surveillance.

Everything Su Wanqing did was within the other party's sight.

She didn't touch the folder, but simply asked, "So?"

Lin Huaiyuan seemed to appreciate her directness, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"Therefore, we believe that a genius like you, with your groundbreaking technology, should not be confined to a small clinic like Huichuntang."

"It should stand on the world's highest stage."

He tapped the folder lightly with his fingertips.

"Our group is preparing to establish a world-class biomedical research institute in Geneva, Switzerland, named after you. It will have unlimited research funding, state-of-the-art equipment, and an advisory team composed of Nobel laureates."

"You are the lifelong director of the institute and have the highest authority."

"We have only one request: the group will be responsible for the global commercialization and promotion of all research results. In return, you will receive 30 percent of the global sales profits."

This condition would drive any businessman in the world crazy.

It can instantly create a business myth of immense wealth.

Su Wanqing's face remained completely expressionless.

She looked at Lin Huaiyuan quietly, her gaze seemingly penetrating his skin to examine his true intentions.

"Mr. Lin's promises are quite grand," she finally spoke, her tone indifferent. "I'm just curious, what exactly do you want? My prescription?"

"prescription?"

Lin Huai-yuan chuckled softly and shook his head.

“Miss Su, you underestimate yourself. The prescription is just a piece of paper; what we are more interested in is the person who wrote it.”

He leaned forward slightly, and a hint of barely suppressed fervor finally shone through his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

"We want to know how your miraculous medicinal herbs are cultivated? What are the principles behind your incredible treatments?"

We would like to invite you to join us and become one of our members.

“We believe that your wisdom, combined with our group’s most advanced technology, will be able to truly…touch the realm of ‘God’.”

He paused, then uttered two words that made the air in the private room suddenly turn icy.

"For example, 'immortality'."

The true intentions are revealed when the map is unrolled.

Something in the depths of Su Wanqing's pupils instantly froze into ice.

Lin Huai-yuan leaned back in his chair, regaining his elegant posture, and slowly finished the last blow.

"Chen Huanzhi is a madman; his research has gone astray. But we agree with his ideas. Human evolution should not be so slow."

"And you, Ms. Su, your appearance has shown us another shortcut to the destination."

What they want is not cooperation.

What they wanted was her as a person, and her greatest secret—her space.

They wanted to turn her into a caged canary, dissect her, study her, and squeeze out the last bit of value from her to pave their mad path to the "altar".

A chilling cold, accompanied by an uncontrollable killing intent, rose from the depths of Su Wanqing's heart.

But her face remained calm.

“Mr. Lin has a rich imagination.” She picked up her teacup and blew away the foam. “Unfortunately, I have no ambition. I just want to stay in my little corner of the world and live a peaceful life for a few days.”

She looked up, her gaze clear and sharp.

"I'm not interested in your suggestion."

"Huichuntang is closing soon, please leave."

This is the most direct form of rejection.

The false harmony in the private room shattered instantly. Behind Lin Huaiyuan, the white man's hand unconsciously reached for the inside of his suit jacket.

Lin Huaiyuan raised his hand to stop him.

The smile on his face had faded, leaving only a last shred of dignity.

"What a pity, Miss Su."

He stood up, straightened the hem of his suit jacket, his movements still elegant, but with a touch more coldness and hardness.

"We sincerely want to invite you to join us in creating a great undertaking. It seems you haven't realized what the power you wield means to the world."

He took out a high-quality business card and placed it on the table.

"The torrent of history never stops because of anyone's stubbornness."

"Those who try to stop a chariot with their bare hands usually end up being crushed to pieces."

The voice was soft, but the threat was as heavy as Mount Tai.

"My proposal is valid in the long term. I hope you will consider it carefully. After all, cooperation is always much easier than confrontation."

"Our group doesn't like to solve problems in a rude way, but we... are not afraid to solve any problem."

After saying that, he stopped looking at Su Wanqing, turned around and left with his men.

The footsteps faded into the distance, and the private room returned to silence.

Su Wanqing sat there, looking at the simple yet cold, metallic business card on the table, her gaze gradually darkening.

This is not an implication.

This is a declaration of war.

They told her they had plenty of ways to get what they wanted, and didn't mind using more "rough" methods.

Su Wanqing slowly picked up the business card.

Two slender fingers gently rubbed together.

The business card, made of a special and exceptionally durable material, turned into a pile of fine dust without making a sound at her fingertips.

Powder fell softly from between her fair fingers.

She knew that a new storm, the most dangerous one yet, was coming.

But she felt no fear.

Only the icy fighting spirit that has been completely ignited.

Do you want to prey on her? Do you want to steal her secrets?

Let's take a look.

Who is the hunter, and who is the prey?