The boss has no descendants, but he encounters four smaller versions of himself

Su Yisui replied without hesitation: "It will save the lives of tens of thousands of people, bring the death rate in Country Y under control, and prevent anyone from dying from NHP or families from being broken apart by the loss of loved ones."

"That sounds nice," Karl suddenly spoke, his voice low, "but have you considered whose interests you've harmed?"

Su Yisui frowned: "Interests? What do interests matter in the face of life?"

"Hahaha!" Leo laughed exaggeratedly. "Listen to that, how noble! Too bad, little doctor, the world doesn't revolve around nobility, it revolves around this..."

He rubbed his fingers together and made a "money" gesture.

Su Yisui's heart sank.

In fact, he had suspected it for the past eighteen days, but he was unwilling to believe it, or rather, unwilling to believe that human nature could be so despicable.

He took a deep breath. "You're also from Country Y, right?"

Karl and Leo exchanged a glance, neither denying it.

Su Yisui's voice unconsciously rose, "Your family, friends, and compatriots are suffering and dying outside, while you, for money, deliberately created this plague."

The basement was deathly silent.

After a long pause, Leo shrugged: "Manufacture? Not really. NHP is naturally occurring. We don't have the ability to create a new bacterium yet, but..."

He paused, a smirk playing on his lips: "But when it appeared, we saw an opportunity to make a fortune."

Carl chimed in, "We have a drug that can relieve the symptoms of NHP, but it only relieves them, it doesn't cure them. It can just extend a person's life by a few days. As for the price, it's not cheap."

Su Yisui actually understood everything.

Why are the above-mentioned prevention and control measures always a step behind and full of loopholes?

Why are medical supplies always in short supply, while effective drugs are always readily available on the black market?

Because someone is manipulating things.

Some people are taking advantage of this disaster to make a fortune...

"People outside are buying our medicine like crazy to survive," Leo continued, his eyes gleaming with greed. "They've sold their houses, mortgaged their fields, and emptied their life savings, all just to live a few more days. Do you know how much we've earned in the last two weeks?"

He leaned closer to Su Yisui, lowered his voice, as if to share a huge secret: "Ten digits, US dollars."

Su Yisui felt nauseous.

Carl added, "If we release you now, and your new antibodies really work, and those people recover, will they still trust us? Will they still buy our medicine?"

"No, so, little doctor, you're blocking our path to wealth. This is cutting off someone's livelihood, which is like killing their parents, do you understand?"

Su Yisui clenched her fists and questioned them, "Is profit more important, or human life?"

He had asked himself this question countless times.

The answer is always the same: human life is always life.

Karl and Leo exchanged a glance and laughed at the same time—a laugh of disdain, a laugh that found him childish and ridiculous.

Leo waved his hand. "Little kid, save those words for school. In the real world, money is life. With money, you can live well; without money, you can only wait to die. Aren't those people outside the best examples?"

“But they didn’t have to die!” Su Yisui’s voice unconsciously turned angry. “If you hadn’t inflated drug prices and hadn’t obstructed genuine medical assistance, they could have survived!”

"So what?" Karl said indifferently. "If they survive, we'll starve. That's how the world is. It's either you die or I live."

"no……"

Su Yisui shook her head. "This world can be a win-win situation for everyone. Medical advancements should benefit everyone, not become a tool for a few to make money."

Leo grew impatient: "Alright, alright, let's save the big talk for later. We know your background: the young master of the Su family, a genius medical teenager, a rising star in the international medical community. So the higher-ups said we won't kill you, but we have to keep you locked up here to prevent you from going out and ruining our plans."

He pointed around and said, "Just stay here and be at ease. Maybe a month, maybe two months. Once the commotion outside has subsided and we've met our expectations, we'll let you go."

Carl added, "Don't worry, you won't be treated badly. You'll have plenty of food and drink, and you'll even have books to read. Just stay put and don't try to run away or do anything funny."

After saying that, the two turned to leave.

"Wait a minute," Su Yisui called out to them.

The two turned around.

Su Yisui asked, "You all have families, right? If your parents, children, or wives were sick right now... would you still say that profit is more important?"

Karl's body stiffened.

Leo's expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Then you don't need to worry about it," Leo said.

Su Yisui continued, "You just said that people outside sold their houses, mortgaged their land, and spent their life savings just to survive, all to buy your medicines that can only alleviate symptoms and not cure the disease at all?"

Carl frowned: "So what if it is?"

Su Yisui took a step forward and raised her voice again, "Those people may be the parents of children, the children of the elderly, or the pillars of their families. They have gone bankrupt just to live a few more days, and you just stand by and watch, trying to squeeze the last drop of profit out of them?"

Leo's expression turned somewhat embarrassed: "Little doctor, don't put it so harshly, business is business..."

Su Yisui interrupted him, her voice filled with rage, "Is this business? This is murder, climbing over the corpses of your compatriots! You are also from Y country, your relatives and friends might be among those who have lost everything. How could you do such a heinous thing?"

He practically shouted the last few words.

Karl and Leo were both stunned.

For the past eighteen days, the child has been calm, restrained, and reasonable.

Even when imprisoned and facing threats, he never lost his composure.

This was the first time they had seen his anger and desperate shouting.

“We…” Leo opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found himself unable to speak.

Carl's expression changed too; for the first time, a crack appeared on his usually indifferent face.

Su Yisui saw that hint of wavering.

He didn't stop and continued, "Do you know what the later stages of NHP infection are like? High fever that won't go down, multiple organ failure, confusion... The patient will die in excruciating pain, and those who take your medicine think they are saved, but in fact it only delays the pain for a few days, and they will still die in the end."