Renascido em 2000: Começando a Conquistar a Ingênua Deusa da Escola ao Meu Lado

“Mr. Chen, are you certain you want to proceed with the injection?”

Beijing Third Hospital.

In the VIP ward for critical patients, several experts in white coats gathered around the bedside.

The middle-aged man lying there was pale, his breathing barely perceptible. Hearing the doctor's words, Chen Fan struggled to open his eyes.

His voice, muffled by the oxygen mask, drifted faintly.

“How long… will it take?”

The experts hesitated briefly before explaining.

“Generally, if euthanasia is administered, it’s quite swift. It will only take a few minutes.”

“Give me ten more minutes,” Chen Fan replied, turning to his assistant.

“Xiao Cai, how are the arrangements I asked you to make?”

His assistant, eyes reddened, stepped forward and answered respectfully, “Mr. Chen, everything has been handled as you instructed.”

“We’ve used your shares in the company to establish a children’s charity fund, per your will. Moreover, all your personal assets have been donated to charity.”

“There’s also… your ex-wife has been causing trouble these past few days, insisting on taking you to court to reclaim what she claims is hers.”

Chen Fan’s expression remained unmoved.

“How much does she want?”

“Eighty billion, plus ten apartments in Beijing.”

“So bold,” a faint trace of sarcasm flickered across Chen Fan’s face.

Back when he was just a small-time businessman, facing a major crisis, this wife—who once vowed to stand by him—was the first to betray him. Not only did she stab him in the back w