After Miss Shen became beautiful alone, her five brothers cried and begged for forgiveness

At the Si family's old house, the atmosphere became lively due to Si Ran's return.

Si Ran stood respectfully in front of the old man, and Qing Jun's face was full of respect. "Grandpa, I'm back to see you."

"Okay, okay, it's good that you're back!" The old man was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.

When Mr. Si saw his grandson Si Ran, he felt much better.

He patted Si Ran's shoulder, looked him up and down, his cloudy eyes full of smiles: "Good, good! You look more energetic than your father when he was young!"

Su Yao and Su Luoluo stood aside, watching this happy scene, but the smiles on their faces seemed to be a little hard to maintain.

Especially Su Luoluo, she dressed up carefully and thought she would be the focus, but she didn't expect that from beginning to end, Si Ran didn't even look at her.

Apart from his uncle Si Shenyan, his attention was entirely on the old man.

Su Yao was furious, but she had to force a smile. She gently pushed Su Luoluo's back, signaling her to take the initiative.

Su Luoluo understood, took a deep breath, and instantly put on a sweet and harmless smile on her face. She walked forward with a cup of freshly brewed hot tea.

"Brother Ran, you just got off the plane and must be tired. Have a cup of tea to moisten your throat."

Her voice was sweet and soft, the kind she was best at using on men.

Hearing the voice, Si Ran finally shifted his gaze from the old man to her.

The look was indifferent, as if he was looking at an insignificant decoration, without any emotion.

Su Luoluo's heart skipped a beat.

Looking closer, this man looked even better. He had deep facial features, a high nose bridge, and a pair of eyes that seemed to hide cold stars, cold and charming.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she moved the teacup forward again, lowering her posture even lower, looking even more pitiful.

Si Ran didn't answer.

He simply glanced at the cup of tea, then looked at Si Shenyan and asked calmly, "Uncle, why hasn't Sui Sui come back yet? Where is her company? I'll go pick her up."

"I'll send a driver to take you, but aren't you tired?"

Si Ran smiled faintly, "I want to see my sister sooner."

Si Shenyan understood clearly that the Si family’s tradition was to pamper younger sisters.

When Qingyu was around, the two brothers doted on her.

Si Shenyan said cheerfully, "Okay, go ahead."

"Okay." Si Ran nodded, then said to the old man, "Grandpa, I'll go see Sui Sui first, and come back to accompany you later."

"Go ahead." The old man waved happily.

Si Ran turned and walked away, passing Su Luoluo and ignoring her and the cup of tea in her hand.

Su Luoluo's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

The hot steam from the teacup rose up, making her eyes sore and her cheeks burning.

This is public humiliation!

It’s even more hurtful than the sentence “My cousin doesn’t look like this” at the airport!

Su Yao's face instantly darkened. This Si Ran really didn't take them, mother and daughter, seriously!

Su Luoluo stood there, the teacup in her hand weighing over a thousand pounds. She bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes red and ready to cry.

"Luoluo, don't take it to heart. He's just that kind of arrogant person."

Su Luoluo's eyes were red, but Si Ran was not only the heir of the second branch of the Si family, he also had outstanding abilities and had made a name for himself in Country Y at a young age.

If she could take him down, then she wouldn't have to take the risk to seize the Si family. Wouldn't it be better for her to just become the young lady of the Si family in Country Y?

"But mom, I like her..." Su Luoluo was so aggrieved that she was about to cry.

Su Yao was originally a little resentful towards this nephew, but when he saw Su Luoluo liked it, he was stunned for a moment, squeezed her hand, and whispered:

"Silly child, if he ignores you, won't you follow him yourself?"

Su Yao wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Isn't he going to look for Shen Suihuan now? Just follow him. Men are most attracted by gentleness and consideration. Find opportunities to show off in front of him and let him see how you are better than Shen Suihuan!"

Su Luoluo's eyes lit up.

Yup!

She can follow!

Shen Suihuan is Si Ran's cousin. Unlike her who has no blood relationship with her, they are not fighting for the same thing!

"I understand, Mom!" Su Luoluo instantly regained her fighting spirit.

She put down the teacup, ran upstairs quickly, took out her most expensive dress from her suitcase, put on some exquisite makeup, and then hurriedly chased after him.

At this time, Spark Pharmaceuticals.

Outside the huge circular observation window stood a row of domestic authorities in the field of neuroscience.

They all had serious expressions, their eyes fixed on the only figure in the operating room.

Shen Suihuan.

She was not wearing the common surgical gown worn in hospitals, but a black sterile gown that fitted her body curves and looked neat and capable.

Her long hair was tied behind her head, and she wore a pair of AR goggles on her face, with dark blue data flowing silently on the lenses.

She wasn't standing next to the operating table.

Instead, he sat in front of a suspended operating table.

In front of her, more than a dozen virtual light screens were suspended in the air, displaying in real time the three-dimensional image of the patient's brain, vital signs, and the movements of countless nanorobots.

"Mr. Shen, the patient's heart rate is fluctuating and his blood pressure is rising!" The assistant's nervous voice came from the communicator.

The experts watching outside the window were also worried.

This time, the patient had a glioma on his brain stem, which is a forbidden zone for life. If the scalpel shakes even slightly, the patient will be dead.

No doctor in the world dares to operate on him.

Shen Suihuan is their last hope.

"Why panic?"

Shen Suihuan's voice came through the microphone, very cold and quiet, with a kind of calmness that made people unable to help but believe it.

Her fingers slid across the virtual light screen so fast that the movements were unclear.

"B-7 Tranquilizer, 0.5 dose. Reduce the speed of the number three robot cluster by 12%. Adjust the matrix to avoid the A-3 neural bundle."

The instructions were clear and precise, without a trace of hesitation.

It was as if she was not performing a life-or-death operation, but setting up a very simple procedure.

"Yes!"

The command was given, and on the light screen, the group of light spots representing the nanorobots instantly changed their formation. Like a well-trained army, they precisely bypassed a fragile nerve and continued to decompose the tumor.

The patient's vital signs immediately stabilized.

In the observation room, a gray-haired old expert couldn't help but whisper in admiration: "It's amazing... This is simply..."

He couldn't find the words to describe it.

"Her manipulations are beyond the capabilities of human hands. Look at her hands; from the beginning until now, they've been as steady as if they were fixed. Her understanding of brain structure is deeper than even those of us who have been handling scalpels our entire lives."

"The most terrifying thing is her judgment. In the situation just now, we would have needed at least several seconds to discuss before making a decision, but she only took a split second."

Everyone was silent.

They looked at the figure sitting at the operating table with pure awe in their eyes.

That's not like a doctor.

More like an absolutely rational controller.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Shen Suihuan's expression remained unchanged, as calm as an emotionless precision instrument.

Her fingers danced on the light screen, and every tap directed billions of nanorobots to wage a silent war within the millimeters of the patient's brain.

Cut, decompose, and devour.

Those tumor cells that had been sentenced to death by all the top doctors were being eaten away bit by bit by the nanorobots.

at last.

When the last red dot representing the tumor disappeared from the screen, Shen Suihuan's fingers stopped.