What does it mean that they all lived with lifelong regrets?

in the real world.

"Researcher at Wuhua".

A staff member respectfully handed Lin Wuhua a stack of materials in a file folder.

The file folder had a red security label with the word "urgent" printed on it.

"The director said this batch is quite urgent and hopes to complete it within five days."

Lin Wuhua nodded and covered his head.

He didn't have a headache, but he had to pretend to, otherwise it would seem too relaxed.

"I'll try my best." He handed a box to the staff member, then met his eyes. "After all, the director knows... I have some mental issues."

The staff member tapped the table three times.

Lin Wuhua understood—at most seven days.

He nodded and removed his hand from the file folder.

Although the staff member was only responsible for relaying information up and down, he and the people he was in charge of had basically been bribed.

After watching the staff leave, Lin Wuhua looked at the new batch of requests.

He breathed a sigh of relief after just one glance.

What might be a tough nut to crack for others is simply a matter of course for him.

"No problem," Lin Wuhua thought to himself, then pretended to rub his head and started working at his desk.

He turned to the first page of the material, his eyes seemingly on the paper, but his mind was on something else.

Lin Wuhua has been at this research institution for almost two months since leaving the previous hospital.

The time was neither long nor short, but it was enough for him to figure out the ins and outs of the place.

The head of the nursing department did not lie to him.

As agreed by the two, he filled out a transfer record for Lin Wuhua that read, "Due to worsening symptoms and the presence of unreasonable supernatural factors, he has been transferred to an advanced research institution." Then, he transferred Lin Wuhua away directly through special channels.

When the doctor discovered that Lin Wuhua was missing, he had already been gone for more than a week.

The doctor wanted to investigate further, but the head of the nursing department dismissed the request with "I don't have the authority, I don't know either."

With that in mind, Lin Wuhua began to sketch and write down his research findings.

This is for the researchers who received his manuscripts, and for the people behind them to see.

It must be detailed, otherwise they won't understand.

But suddenly, he stopped writing.

There was the sound of high heels.

Then she knocked and came in—it was a nurse.

Her voice was soft and sweet: "Mr. Wuhua, here are the newspapers and magazines you requested."

Lin Wuhua looked up.

The nurse was plump, with a pretty face, and was under twenty years old. She bent down as she walked in.

Her collar was not buttoned up properly; the top button was undone.

A vast expanse of white was exposed, somewhat dazzling.

Lin Wuhua glanced over, looked at her openly for a moment, and then made a series of witty remarks that made the nurse's eyes narrow.

"If you feel tired, please call me immediately. The director instructed me to take good care of your health."

"After all, you are one of our top researchers."

Lin Wuhua feigned satisfaction as he watched the nurse sway her hips as she walked out the door.

Then, his smile disappeared, and he continued working.

As he wrote down his thoughts, his mind raced, completely unmoved by the nurse's sweet talk.

After all, the nurse's goal was just one thing—to make them so happy that they wouldn't want to leave.

After all, the head of the nursing department needs his research abilities and would definitely not want to let him go.

If he leaves, where can we find such a top-notch researcher?

But Lin Wuhua was unwilling to do that.

It's one thing that his life is no longer in danger, but that may not be the case in the future—he will still be a monitored patient.

Moreover, even if there is no danger, he is still unwilling to be subservient to others and let others use his success for free.

Fortunately, Lin Wuhua still had a solution.

About fifteen minutes later, another person came in.

A researcher carrying a laptop came to examine Lin Wuhua's body.

But his inspection was extremely sloppy, even faster than the cafeteria ladies serving food.

While inspecting, he lowered his voice and spoke to Lin Wuhua.

"The client is pressing us urgently, is it ready?"

Lin Wuhua remained silent, handed a notebook to the researcher, and pretended to discuss work with him.

But in the midst of the movement, the researcher's notebook and his were replaced.

"The sword manual contains the detailed derivation process, the specific ideas, and the subsequent directions."

"But let me make it clear from the start: clients should be careful not to talk about things they don't understand, and they should also share their findings with others appropriately."

The researcher shrugged: "I will say so, but that's the client's own business."

He added regretfully, "The indicators are fine, but unfortunately you're not a superhuman yet."

The researcher left.

Now Lin Wuhua was left alone in the ward, deep in thought.

This is Lin Wuhua's method—selling sword manuals.

For some reason, a trend of deducing sword manuals has emerged in the research community.

That is, first demolish, then push down, and then rebuild.

The problem is that few people understand swordsmanship, and even fewer can deduce its principles.

After all, it's quite normal for researchers to lack practical experience, and for practical experience to lack research experience.

Because of the simulator, Lin Wuhua was naturally an outstanding player—he had focused on this aspect in the simulation—even though the simulator blocked almost all his memories and only provided scattered rewards.

But intuition is something that objectively exists.

This led to the emergence of a special business – selling sword manuals.

Just like selling academic papers in my past life, it's all this damn business.

The research institute where Lin Wuhua works is the largest in scale and has the most resources, so it sells the most and has even formed a unique industrial chain.

There are even customization services available.

Among these, Lin Wuhua's sword manual is the most top-tier, allowing for the most customization options, and naturally, customers who purchase his sword manual pay the highest prices.

Thinking of the sword manual he had passed down, and the ever-growing, increasingly profound need, Lin Wuhua smiled.

It's probably a big client, but...

"Do you really think you understood it?"

"What's written in research notes isn't necessarily the actual thought process."

He leaned back, closed his eyes, and pretended to rest from overworking his brain.

But in reality, he had already entered the simulation.

......

In the simulation, Lin Wuhua's progress has also reached a new stage.

After his last trip, Xie Jiexue entered the "Concentration Realm" within three days.

This is not surprising, because she had already met the requirements.

After entering the Concentration Realm, her already powerful Frost Sword Qi naturally became even stronger.

She began learning more complex sword techniques after "Frost and Snow Sword," such as "Ice Soul Sword," "Snowy Sword," and more.

In the second year's competition, she easily defeated Lin Wuhua and regained her position as the number one.

Lin Wuhua's progress, however, was limited.

He was simply convinced of his own path.