Chapter 165: Chapter 165: 7 days, the time of death, is also the time that can still be saved.
Qian Qi was momentarily taken aback.
After a moment, she reached over to lift the back of Sikong Wang’s head, propping the pillow against the headboard, and then pulled Sikong Wang’s entire upper body up, letting him lean against the pillow.
"Wait a moment, ha~" Remembering something, Qian Qi left the medical room and went to the kitchen to heat up a bowl of meat porridge and two pieces of bread.
She was a bit hungry, and discussing Sikong Wang’s matter would certainly take a long time. If she was too hungry, it would be easy for her mind to wander, and her thinking wouldn’t be as agile.
"Judging from what he just said, his mother’s condition must have worsened, perhaps even reaching a critical stage..."
In the kitchen, Qian Qi leaned against the cabinet with her arms crossed, pondering while waiting for the porridge to heat.
If Sikong Wang’s mother can’t wait for the Magic God Grass, then it would mean Sikong Wang’s efforts were in vain, and he wasted a lot of money. As a principled businesswoman, Qian Qi would never let her big client suffer such a loss.
Otherwise, how could they continue trading in the future?
But if she wants to find the Magic God Grass as soon as possible...
Qian Qi frowned slightly, her index finger unconsciously tapping her arm, trying to figure out what was so terrifying about the Magic God Grass that even the system refused to let her find it. Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed the familiar hovercar stopping briefly in the air above the Su Family Manor next door before descending inside.
Qian Qi raised an eyebrow and quickly climbed to the top floor. Through the top floor window, she saw Su Ang in a Commander’s uniform stepping out of the hovercar and heading towards his home.
"Wow~" Qian Qi exclaimed, noting that this was the first time she’d seen Su Ang in a Commander’s uniform. "This man looks even more handsome in a uniform—ouch!"
[Stop staring, you’re about to drool!] The system disdainfully knocked her on the back of the head, [The porridge is ready! Hurry and get it!]
"Attraction is natural, just human nature, what do you know, System?" Qian Qi retorted indignantly, holding her aching head. "You’re just jealous that I can afford to keep eight male models at any time while you can’t flirt with other systems, so you struck me out of jealousy!"
System: ???
Who wants to flirt with other systems! Damn it, one day I’m going to rip that nonsense-spouting mouth of hers!
Qian Qi returned to the medical room with the tray. By that time, the doctor had already checked and confirmed that Sikong Wang’s body was temporarily fine.
After the doctor left, Qian Qi sat at the bedside table, finished a bowl of hot porridge, and then, with a look prepared to listen for a long time, said calmly, "Wangwang, tell me the details of what happened earlier."
Sikong Wang looked at the calm face of Qian Qi before him.
He actually didn’t like to talk about his mother’s situation with others, even with Su Ang he would evade the topic, but for some reason, he felt the urge to speak at this moment.
Was it because his mother’s condition was urgent, and he thought she might have a way? Or maybe... her casual and peaceful demeanor made him feel she wouldn’t pity or empathize with him?
Whatever the reason, Sikong Wang had to speak.
"The symptoms of people whose spiritual power collapses are different; some become lost, some go mad, some fall into deep sleep, but they all eventually face the same result—that is, using their own spiritual power to end their lives."
He lightly clenched the bedsheet, revealing a bitter smile, "Before this, many commanders whose spiritual power collapsed have used their lives to verify this conclusion and provided a lot of spiritual wave data. Research has found that when a commander decides to commit suicide with their spiritual power, there’s usually a struggle period of self-preservation. The spiritual waves displayed then are very distinctive."
"Not long ago... my mother displayed this special wave."
This meant that his mother’s life was at its limit. If the Magic God Grass couldn’t be found to soothe the collapsing spiritual power, her outcome would undoubtedly be the same as those previous commanders—
Self-destruct and perish.
Qian Qi took a bite of the bread in her hand, "How many days does your mother have left in this struggle period?"
Sikong Wang closed his eyes, saying in a low voice, "7 days."
days...
For Sikong Wang, it was a cold and desperate period, meaning in 7 days, his mother would pass away, ultimately defeated by the ten years of persistence, leaving behind a son and husband waiting for her return.
But in Qian Qi’s ears, this was time to snatch a life from death. If she wanted to earn the remaining 36 million in Sikong Wang’s hands, she had 7 days to bring back the Magic God Grass, combine it with the magic plants she had already cultivated, and feed the healing medicine to his mother.
"System, so tell me, how much money will it take to find the Magic God Grass?" Qian Qi tapped her fingertip on the table, asking in her mind.
[If you want to find the Magic God Grass, I have to charge by the hour.]
The system floated in front of Qian Qi, saying slowly, [The Magic God Grass has special significance. It will attract all Spiritual Magical Beasts in the instance, and your dual-layered spiritual power is a variable. I don’t have historical data on this and can’t guarantee your safety.]
"That’s all?" Qian Qi’s tapping finger paused on the table, clearly not expecting the reason to be so simple.
[What do you mean that’s all!] the system retorted angrily, [Your life is the most important!]
It was only a knowledge system, at most a spade system that could be used to hit magical beasts, but if Spiritual Magical Beasts attacked Qian Qi, it wouldn’t be able to block spiritual attacks!
Qian Qi chuckled, "That sounded like a confession~"
[Ew! No way!] the system grumbled, [Don’t change the topic! Are you really planning to find the Magic God Grass?]
From the system’s understanding of Qian Qi over the past half-year, she never undertakes uncertain tasks. Finding the Magic God Grass seemed too dangerous, where any slight mistake could cost her life.
[If you must act, I could come up with an idea for you, though in terms of money...] the system hesitated, its tone full of the ’you-can’t-do-it-without-me’ smugness.
"Why should I get personally involved?" But Qian Qi propped herself up with her hands, crossing them over her lips, and smiled silently and insidiously, "I’ve thought of a perfect candidate."
She turned to Sikong Wang, "Wangwang, I can enter the Gu Yun Mountain Dungeon and help you find the Magic God Grass."
These words coming from the mouth of a D-level Awakener were a bit too shocking. Sikong Wang was stunned, initially thinking Qian Qi had a way to find the Magic God Grass. But as he processed it, his heart struggled.
His mother’s life was important, but if Qian Qi died, what then?
Even if he could hire bodyguards to protect her, if she handed over the formula in advance, even if the bodyguards managed to bring the Magic God Grass out, if she died, Sikong Wang knew he wouldn’t forgive himself for allowing Qian Qi into the instance.
So, who could absolutely guarantee her safety?
The first person Sikong Wang thought of was his father, Sikong Lin.
But his father had just entered an instance recently, making him unreachable, and he was socially isolated over the past ten years, not knowing who in the Sikong family could be trusted...
Just as Sikong Wang was racking his brains, Qian Qi said with a smile, "However, I have one condition."
"What condition?" Sikong Wang snapped out of his thoughts, asking urgently.
"It’s dangerous for a small fry like me to enter the Gu Yun Mountain Dungeon, so I need to hire a trustworthy strong ally to protect me. But the cost of hiring that strong ally might be..."
She made a gesture, the meaning clear without words, "You get it, right?"
"How much?" Sikong Wang asked directly, "Are you sure the person can ensure you come out safe and sound?"
"I’m sure, I’m sure. As for the price..." Qian Qi stuffed Sikong Wang, who had sat up, back under the covers, "I’ll go ask later; I’ll tell you when I’m back."