From cannon fodder villain to superpowered queen

Jiang Ruiyuan carried the unconscious Bi Yao and rushed to the hospital. The lights in the emergency room were glaring and cold.

He paced anxiously back and forth, holding Bi Yao's hand; her fingertips were icy cold.

"Doctor! How is she?" Jiang Ruiyuan grabbed a white coat that was hurrying past, his voice urgent.

The doctor adjusted his glasses: "The patient's condition is stable now, but further investigation is needed to determine the specific cause."

In the following days, Bi Yao's health deteriorated further.

Her once radiant face is now shrouded in a sickly glow, like a beautiful rose gradually withering away.

She often felt tired and weak, and even getting out of bed became difficult.

"Yaoyao, how are you feeling?" Jiang Ruiyuan supported her with concern, his voice full of worry.

Bi Yao forced a smile: "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired." But her pale face and weak voice could not hide the abnormality in her body.

In order to find out the cause of the illness, they went to major hospitals and underwent all kinds of tests, from blood tests to genetic testing, almost everything that could be done.

However, the test results were delayed and never came out, as if they had sunk into the sea without a trace.

Every second of waiting felt like torture.

Jiang Ruiyuan watched Bi Yao grow increasingly haggard, his heart filled with worry, yet he was powerless to do anything about it.

He wished he could take all her pain upon himself, yet he could only silently stay by her side, offering her strength and comfort.

"Don't worry, we'll find out why." Jiang Ruiyuan gripped Bi Yao's hand tightly, his tone firm.

Bi Yao nodded, but her eyes were filled with confusion and unease.

She didn't know what was wrong with her body, nor what the future held.

This unknown fear terrified her more than the illness itself.

One night, Bi Yao suddenly woke up from her sleep in a cold sweat.

She felt as if her body had been hollowed out, leaving her weak and powerless.

"Ruiyuan..." she called out Jiang Ruiyuan's name weakly.

Jiang Ruiyuan immediately woke up and quickly helped her up: "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Bi Yao shook her head, her eyes filled with fear: "I feel... my body seems to..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Ruiyuan's phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and his expression instantly became serious.

“It’s a friend of mine, a very authoritative figure in the medical field.” Jiang Ruiyuan said as he answered the phone, holding Bi Yao’s hand tightly, as if giving her strength.

A deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Jiang, I've found some clues about Ms. Bi's condition..."

Jiang Ruiyuan suddenly stood up, his tone urgent: "What is it?"

The voice on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Miss Bi's constitution... is very special..."

Jiang Ruiyuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and an uneasy premonition welled up in his heart.

He glanced at Bi Yao lying on the bed, his eyes filled with a complex yet resolute expression.

“I understand.” Jiang Ruiyuan hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and said to Bi Yao, “Yao Yao, let’s go to… a place.”

Jiang Ruiyuan hung up the phone, his eyes deep and unfathomable, like an ancient well, making it impossible to read his emotions.

His network spans all walks of life, and a "friend" whom he treats with such seriousness must be a very important person.

He took out his phone, dialed an encrypted number, and after a few brief words, booked a private consultation with Professor Qin, a leading figure in the domestic medical field.

Professor Qin is a "hidden master" in the medical field. He can cure countless difficult and complicated diseases. Many people line up but can't get a single appointment with him.

After successfully making the reservation, Jiang Ruiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Bi Yao, and his eyes softened instantly.

"Yaoyao, don't be afraid. I've already contacted Professor Qin, and he will treat you personally." He gently stroked Bi Yao's hair, his voice so tender it could melt your heart.

Bi Yao nodded weakly, her eyes reddening.

She knew that Jiang Ruiyuan must have used a lot of his connections for her sake.

She had long heard of Professor Qin's reputation; he was someone many people could only dream of.

"Ruiyuan, thank you," she said, her voice choked with emotion, tears streaming down her face.

Jiang Ruiyuan tenderly pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if he wanted to meld her into his own body.

"Silly girl, why are you thanking me? You are the most important person to me, and it's only right that I do anything for you." He gently patted her back, comforting her like a child, and whispered, "Don't cry, everything will be alright. I will always be by your side and won't go anywhere."

In his warm embrace, Bi Yao finally couldn't hold back her tears and burst into sobs.

The pent-up emotions of the past few days finally erupted at this moment.

She wasn't afraid of the illness itself, but of the loss—the most important person in her life, and the hard-won happiness.

Jiang Ruiyuan silently held her, letting her tears soak his clothes.

He knew that what she needed at that moment was not words of comfort, but a warm embrace, a haven where she could freely vent her emotions.

Time passed by, and Bi Yao's emotions gradually calmed down.

She looked up at Jiang Ruiyuan's resolute face, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

"Ruiyuan, let's go." She wiped away her tears, her tone firm.

Jiang Ruiyuan nodded and helped her up.

The two walked out of the ward. The corridor was empty, with only the dim light elongating their shadows.

"Professor Qin has already made arrangements, and we'll head over first thing tomorrow morning," Jiang Ruiyuan said.

Bi Yao nodded, then suddenly stopped and looked at Jiang Ruiyuan, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

“Ruiyuan…” she hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Ruiyuan asked with concern.

Bi Yao took a deep breath, "If... I mean if..."

“There are no ifs.” Jiang Ruiyuan interrupted her, his tone firm. “No matter what happens, I will be by your side.”

Bi Yao looked at him, her eyes filled with gratitude and trust.

Just then, Jiang Ruiyuan's phone rang again. He glanced at the caller ID and frowned slightly...

Jiang Ruiyuan answered the phone, and a slightly tired voice came from the other end: "Mr. Jiang, the preliminary judgment is that it is caused by long-term fatigue and a recurrence of an old injury... endocrine imbalance, decreased immunity, which triggered a series of chain reactions. However..." The other party paused, "This is only a preliminary judgment, and further examination is needed to confirm."

"What kind of tests are needed?" Jiang Ruiyuan asked solemnly.

“We need a special testing reagent called ‘X-factor.’ It’s extremely rare; even money can’t buy it.” The other person sounded somewhat helpless. “I’ll do my best to find it for you, but you’d better ask around as well.”

“X-factor…” Jiang Ruiyuan silently memorized the name, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. “Thank you.”

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ruiyuan turned to look at Bi Yao, forcing a relaxed smile: "It's nothing, I'm just tired. The doctor said I need a special... vitamin, I'll be fine after taking it." He deliberately downplayed it, not wanting Bi Yao to worry.

Although Bi Yao was weak, she was perceptive and immediately noticed that Jiang Ruiyuan was hiding something.

But she didn't ask any further questions. She simply nodded and took Jiang Ruiyuan's hand in return, saying, "I'm fine, don't worry."

Jiang Ruiyuan's heart clenched. He felt as if he were holding a fragile treasure that needed to be carefully protected.

"I'll go ask the doctor about the specifics." Jiang Ruiyuan made an excuse to leave the ward, took out his phone, and began contacting his network of contacts.

The calls went out one after another, but the replies were all pretty much the same: "X-factor? That stuff is even harder to get than a super rare card (SSR)!" "I heard it's only available in top-tier labs, and the production is extremely low." "Dude, are you kidding me? You can't buy that even if you have money!"

Jiang Ruiyuan's face grew increasingly gloomy, and the knuckles of his fingers gripping the phone turned white.

He knew he was really in trouble this time.

Just when he was about to despair, he suddenly remembered someone—the mysterious "Mr. K".

He met Mr. K by chance, and it was said that he had an unfathomable background and was omnipotent.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Ruiyuan dialed the mysterious number.

The call connected, and a deep, hoarse voice came through: "What is it?"

“Mr. K, I need your help.” Jiang Ruiyuan got straight to the point. “I need a testing reagent called ‘X-Factor’.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then a soft chuckle came through: "X-factor? Interesting..."

Mr. K paused for a moment, then his tone became meaningful: "I can help you, but you have to do me a favor in return."

Jiang Ruiyuan felt a chill run down his spine.

"What's the deal?"