These days, Ji Yiyuan was nearly driven mad.
Last month, the incident at the Ancient Martial World auction terrified the main house of the Ji Family, prompting them to recall all the ancient martial artists stationed in the imperial capital and to sever ties with him.
And after Ji Tianhao was crippled by Yue Fuyi, the newly appointed head of the family didn’t see him in a good light either.
Without any resources coming in, Ji Yiyuan felt an enormous psychological gap, and he was in a bad place.
To Ji Yiyuan, controlling the Ji Family in the imperial capital meant nothing; he wanted to enter the Ancient Martial World.
Having witnessed the miraculous existence of ancient martial arts, how could anything ordinary catch Ji Yiyuan’s eye?
But now, because of Ji Tianhao’s audacity and having offended a big shot in the Ancient Martial World, his grand dream had turned into an illusion.
Ji Yiyuan’s teeth itched with hatred.
He was never particularly talented in research; his achievements were due to having recruited a number of elite researchers to work for him, which earned him quite a few merit points.
Yet Wen Fengmian had barely returned and had already undertaken several experiments, almost making it into the top thirty of the Merit List.
Who was in the top thirty of the Merit List?
Those were people from the last century in the Ji Family, many of whom had become memorial tablets now.
Wen Fengmian hadn’t even reached fifty years old!
Ji Yiyuan simply couldn’t imagine how low his status at the Research Institute would be in the future.
On the sickbed, the old man’s face was still purple, and he was having an increasingly hard time breathing.
Soon, doctors and nurses came in, immediately started resuscitation with the equipment, and attached an oxygen mask.
This was a hospital room specially allocated by the Research Institute, so Ji Yiyuan of course didn’t dare to stop the doctors and nurses from saving the patient.
He barged in only to pin the crime on Ji Yihang and take him away.
There was chaos in the sickroom.
After timely resuscitation, the old man finally gasped for breath, and the purple on his face slowly faded.
But the next second, before he could even speak, he completely passed out.
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