At the beginning, Frank, whose mind was in turmoil, didn’t notice anything different. During the eting, he seed to be watching the dean of the math departnt intently, listening to the eting content, but in fact, his mind was entirely on how to escape after the eting.
So even when many people’s eyes unconsciously turned directly to him, Frank acted as if he hadn’t noticed. After all, when a person is lost in thought, they truly don’t care about the gaze of others.
It wasn’t until he suddenly realized that the droning voice seed to vanish, replaced by the noisy whispers filling the conference room.
Frank instinctively thought the eting had ended. Coming back to his senses, he was about to stand up and quickly leave the place that made him restless, but suddenly realized sothing was amiss.
It was then he noticed that many people’s eyes were focused on him.
By the ti he realized this, not only the big shots on the podium were paying attention to him, but even many people in the audience turned their heads together to look at him.
The last ti he was sitting in the audience and drew so much attention was back in his middle school days in Huaxia. Because he deliberately made so funny noises in music class, he beca the center of attention among all his classmates.
Back then, he only thought such behavior was cool, but now he only felt bitterness in his heart.
He hadn’t done anything out of line today, so there was only one possibility for being noticed like this: the news had eventually traveled from Huaxia.
In his mind, Lucas Eiseng’s words earlier involuntarily resurfaced, and a wave of imnse fear suddenly rose within his heart, making him tense up, his breathing growing uncontrollably rapid, as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart...
This sense of fear reached its peak when the conference room doors were opened. Especially when Frank looked towards the sound and saw Lucas Eiseng’s familiar face through the open door, a wave of dizziness swept over him, and then he just collapsed limply.
Yes, Frank Yunix was so scared that he fainted.
...
"Beep, beep, beep..."
When the steady, emotionless sound of the machine entered Frank’s ears, he gradually woke up. He could sll the scent of disinfectant and opened his eyes to see a field of white.
Frank quickly realized he was in a high-end private hospital room.
Looking around blankly, he saw all kinds of advanced dical equipnt in sight.
After a brief mont of confusion, mories began to rush into his mind, and Frank quickly recalled what had just happened, and then he felt a sense of relief.
Being brought here indicated that he probably wasn’t going to die just yet.
It was a grim joke that he previously wasn’t qualified to enjoy such high-end private room treatnt.
Although the university had its own dical center, a low-profile professor like him, even in an ergency, would have to wait for a doctor in a curtained common area.
He really hadn’t had the opportunity to experience such a well-equipped private room. His insurance didn’t cover such high-end accommodations.
Of course, if he had won the Fields dal, it would be different. The university would naturally improve his benefits, and he could afford better insurance and enjoy a higher standard of treatnt.
Yes, this is the most basic rule of this proud country. Distinctions between social classes are clear-cut. What kind of tier enjoys what kind of treatnt, there is no upper limit, nor is there a lower limit.
So this is a country where heaven and hell coexist—a heaven for the rich, a hell for the poor.
The clever Frank realized this early on, so he had been striving hard for the first half of his life, just to see the world’s most beautiful scenery.
Unfortunately, his efforts hadn’t yielded the expected rewards. Ironically, the reason for all this was that he had a son in Huaxia.
This is a sad story.
If it weren’t for this reason, he should now have a bright future, even being a strong contender for the next Fields dal.
But now he no longer has such grand ambitions; he only wants to live humbly. Whether in the United States or in Huaxia.
There’s also so good news, like his son being one of the world’s most renowned mathematicians now; the bad news is that his son doesn’t seem very close with him, and there are many misunderstandings.
Yes, in Frank’s view, these are all misunderstandings. He didn’t know Qiao Xi gave birth to that child. That’s why he was indifferent.
If he had known earlier, maybe everything would have been different.
Every selfish person can find a heap of excuses for every mistake, and evidently Frank is the sa way. But this is only human nature, what else could he do otherwise?
Lying on the private hospital bed, enjoying the most advanced dical services, yet unable to leave this expensive room built with money.
This was definitely the most ironic day of his life.
While Frank was lost in his thoughts, the sound of footsteps suddenly ca from outside the room. Before Frank could compose himself, the room door was pushed open.
Then he saw Lucas Eiseng’s face again, a face that once filled him with love and hate.
To his surprise, this true academic tyrant didn’t have a particularly angry expression. Instead, he wore a warm smile on his face.
"It looks like the doctors serving you are very professional, deciding that you should wake up around now. I have good news for you: while you were unconscious, you were given a very comprehensive health check, and you’re in good health.
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