Am I a crispy college student? The whole internet says that I'm hard to kill!

"This old man, here I am talking serious business with you, and you're making jokes, aren't you?"

Li Yao looked at Li Guotai.

"Director Li, do you really have no opinion on this matter?"

Li Guotai shook his head and said, "I think it's very simple. Those three wanted to kidnap student Wu Bin, and then his lungs suddenly exploded, leading to suffocation and death."

"Ultimately, it's still a lack of security measures on the part of The Ninth Research Institute. Otherwise, how could such an incident have occurred?"

Seeing Li Guotai dodge the question, Li Yao already knew Li Guotai's stance.

"It seems, Director Li, that you're worried we might do something to student Wu Bin."

Li Guotai looked at Li Yao and said, "Student Wu Bin is a very kind college student. Although he's a bit fragile and mischievous, I believe he poses no threat to ordinary people."

"Moreover, he is making outstanding contributions to Dragon Country's medical field. Just for this reason, The Ninth Research Institute should not focus too much on him."

"In my eyes, Wu Bin is just an ordinary patient."

No wonder Li Guotai was being flippant with him; he didn't want The Ninth Research Institute to get too involved.

Li Yao smiled.

"It seems that you have a prejudice against The Ninth Research Institute, Director Li."

Li Yao stood up.

"But since you've said so much, Director Li, I understand what you mean."

"We will continue to monitor student Wu Bin, and I hope your judgment is not wrong."

After saying this, Li Yao left the office with Cui Jun.

On the way, Cui Jun couldn't help but ask,

"Four people's lungs exploding at the same time is clearly no coincidence. It indicates that Wu Bin has mastered some special offensive technique and could potentially harm those around him at any moment."

"Lord Qi Lin, shouldn't we elevate the containment level for student Wu Bin?"

Li Yao shook his head.

"Didn't you hear what Li Guotai just said? Wu Bin is nothing but a student."

"Even if he has indeed mastered some form of attack, he has not yet posed a threat to others."

"The rating remains the same, maintain surveillance."

"Yes."

...

In the general ward, Wu Bin lay on the bed, feeling a burning pain in his lungs.

Bingbing sat by the bed, peeling an apple for Wu Bin to eat.

Everything that had happened in the ward that morning had been suppressed by The Ninth Research Institute.

Li Guotai had even asked the morning's eyewitnesses to sign a non-disclosure agreement to keep the matter from getting out.

Consequently, Bingbing and her online friends did not know what had transpired that morning. They only knew that during Wu Bin's convalescence, due to a lung explosion, he had been rushed back into the emergency room and had just come out successfully treated.

Seeing Wu Bin lying there as if nothing had happened, enjoying Bingbing's service of feeding him apples, the live chat's comments began to roll in.

"That's my bro Wu Bin, going into the surgery room twice in one day, too impressive."

"I heard from a nurse that Wu Bin ended up in there because he turned over in his sleep, causing his lung alveoli to burst?"

"That can't be right. It must have been because he was watching videos and laughed too hard, so his lungs exploded."

"Anyway, whatever the reason, Wu Bin has unlocked a new achievement."

"You guys say that, but every time Wu Bin gets sick, it's a different organ that gets hurt. Could he be cursed?"

"It's also possible that Wu Bin is cultivating immortality, and he's preparing to torture every single one of his organs."

Looking at the live chat, Wu Bin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Cultivating immortality?

What a joke!

He was simply plagued with ailments!

All day long there was no cultivating immortality, only endless torment.

The explosion in his lungs had once again made Wu Bin realize what it means to prefer death over life.

And the worst part was that he seemed to have become resistant to anesthetics; during the surgery, he was rudely awakened by the pain, nearly causing the operating professors to faint from shock.

The anesthesiologist is still getting an earful in the director's office.

That image of Wu Bin suddenly waking up is something the anesthesiologist will probably never forget for the rest of his life.

An anesthetist might even suddenly sit up scratching their head after falling asleep at night.

Why did he wake up?

Ding.

[Congratulations, Host, you have successfully cured a disease and earned 200 life coins]

[A new disease is ready for you to choose]

Wu Bin twitched the corners of his mouth as he lay in bed.

Fine, fine, are you quite done?!

Can't you let me rest in peace for a bit!

Despite his complaints, Wu Bin still seriously looked at the system's options: burns, poisoning, and autoimmune diseases.

He definitely wouldn't choose burns; that sounded painful just hearing it.

That left only poisoning and autoimmune diseases.

Wu Bin really wanted to ask the system what exactly the autoimmune disease was, but the system did not answer him.

"Looks like I'll have to choose poisoning."

Wu Bin carefully considered it and realized that out of all the diseases, poisoning was the most bearable.

Last time, all he did was eat a mouthful of Shang Lu, and after a nap, the task was done.

If this time was just like eating Shang Lu, that would be great.

It would be like giving himself a breather.

The last suffocation scare truly frightened Wu Bin.

I'll go with poisoning.

[Host has made a selection]

[Next Disease: Poisoning]

[Warning: All diseases are random events, and the host must not engage in any suicidal behavior]

Damn it!

You lousy system, predicting my moves, huh?!

Wu Bin had originally been thinking of selecting poisoning and then going to an agricultural product store to try out some strong medicine.

Before he could act on this idea, the system issued a warning.

The damn system can read minds!

"Wu Bin, are you alright?"

Hearing He Bingbing's voice, Wu Bin snapped back to reality and saw her holding a slice of apple to his mouth.

Wu Bin gave a sheepish smile.

"It's nothing, just a little stomach discomfort."

"I don't want the apple; you eat it."

He Bingbing made an "oh" sound and without saying much, she finished the rest of the apple herself.

Little did they know how envious this scene made the netizens feel.

"Bingbing personally feeds him an apple, and she even eats what he left behind?"

"Sometimes I really envy Brother Wu. Despite his frail appearance, he gets to spend his days and nights with Bingbing!"

"You can't envy that kind of thing. Think about the diseases Brother Wu gets, which one could you handle?"

"Indeed, not to mention drowning, the exploding lungs are too intense. If I actually got that disease, I'd rather be dead."

"Others use money to flirt with girls, Brother Wu uses his life to flirt. It's just different, a whole other level."

While the netizens were commenting, the door to the hospital room opened.

Li Guotai walked in with a group of old professors.

Seeing Li Guotai's beaming smile, Wu Bin knew it couldn't be good news.

"Wu Bin, how are you feeling now?"

Wu Bin shook his head.

"I feel terrible, my chest hurts."

Hearing Wu Bin say this, the anesthetist following behind felt extremely guilty.