The assistant paled on the other side. Mingshen was known to be unreasonable if he was in a bad mood. There was a huge thing to say and explain so many things, but he was allowed to use three words only. He wanted to cry but lacked tears to shed.

"Boss…"

"Three seconds or cut your neck yourself. One, two…" Mingshen had already begun counting his death sentence.

"Subject076 heartbeat measured!"

His eyes flew open and he sprung up on his feet. "I am coming," he coldly said.

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In the Yang mansion itself, Mingshen had built his base which was more of a lab for his experiments and research. There were many rooms that he used to conduct his medical stuff.

He saw his assistant patiently waiting for him and as soon as he came to view, he straightened up. "Boss!"

He walked past him and opened the door to his 'special room'. The special room was nothing but a high-end ward that resembled an ICU of a hospital. It had all the state-of-the-art facilities that any doctor could only dream of.

Mingshen stood before the bed. A familiar figure of a pale woman greeted his eyes who was attached to different tubes and barely hanging onto her life. It wasn't even detectable if she was breathing or not. But her chest was minutely heaving up and down to prove that she was.

"What is the status?"

"Boss, I was monitoring her condition as usual. But then suddenly, the ECG lit up signals. The new medicine that we injected her seems to be working."

Mingshen leaned and placed his thumb on the bottom of her eye and gently opened it. He switched on his small flashlight and hovered it on top of her eye. The woman's black iris ever so slightly moved. It was faint but the movement was there. He glanced at her responsive signals and saw a small shift in them that previously for almost two months now always remained still.

He took her wrist and gauged her pulse which was better than before. Her brain activity had improved that was a sign of regaining her senses though that point was still far.

"What was the time?"

The assistant said, "Boss the ECG showed the signal at twelve seventeen PM. After that, I checked her vitals and noticed a sign of improvement in her heartbeat, blood pressure and brain signals."

Mingshen's cold gaze landed on the woman. "Leave."

The assistant quickly nodded and left. After working for so many months under him, he began to understand when his Boss was in a bad mood and a super bad mood. There was never a good mood. Today, it seemed that he was in a super bad mood because he left the base in the morning raining curses on someone. He didn't want to die so he grabbed the golden opportunity.

Mingshen was the only person now left in the huge ICU. The soft beeping signals of the machines echoed in the room.

He dragged a chair and took a seat beside the bed. He stared at the woman for a long before he parted his thin lips to say,

"Ah, so you finally decide to respond to my treatment," he smiled, "Song Jia."

Silence.

On the bed lay Song Jia with her eyes shut and her long hair that reached her waist. Her once strong and muscular body had turned extremely thin and weak. Her skin looked colorless and white as if she was dead - the point where she had almost reached almost two months back.

"Hmm you took your own sweet time but I must say with your critical condition, you showed signs of response today in just two months. I am quite impressed with myself," he chuckled. "I am not a prodigy doctor for nothing. Finally, you would be of use to me."

No response, not like he expected one from her. Her vitals were improving for sure but that didn't mean she had fully regained her senses.

Mingshen leaned back on his chair and stared at the ceiling above as the memory of two months back resurfaced in his mind.

The memory of that day when Song Jia 'died.'

Two months back.

There was a pact between him and Wei that all the people who Wei or his gang members killed will be brought to Mingshen's base. The death was the end of any matter for the Mafia King but for Mingshen, it was the beginning of his paradise. With so many research subjects to test the new drugs that he would make, it was simply heaven to him.

On one such day, he got the news of Song Jia's death. She was an agent disguised as a maid who got caught by Wei in her mission and he had killed her, shooting a bullet in her chest.

"Bring her body to me," his emotionless voice had conveyed the message.

His men brought Song Jia to his lab. Mingshen saw the bullet wound in her chest and the blood that trickled down. It was obvious that the bullet had hit her heart.

He shrugged.

As soon as he donned his white coat and picked his scalpel, he noticed an odd thing as he approached her. At first, he thought that he was seeing things. But then he realized that it was the truth. It wasn't an illusion.

Song Jia was still breathing.

It was so faint and weak that it missed his eye the first time he took a look at her. But then he noticed her chest slightly heaving up and down.

"Attach the saline and the oxygen mask!" He ordered his assistant. "Do a blood test and I want her results right now!"

He got the report and he stared at it for a long time. Seemingly coming to a decision, he declared. "We are doing surgery to save her."

As he cut open her chest to remove the bullet, his eyes widened in shock and he was struck with a realization. A moment later, he burst into laughter.

"Ahahahaha. That's why you didn't die. Your heart is tilted to the right."