My Substitute CEO Bride

Chapter 20

Among all the miscellaneous complex diseases, cancer, and parasitic poisons were the most difficult to deal with.

Nash was confident when it came to treating cancer, but he might not be able to treat a parasitic poison. Hospital equipment could still detect cancer, but poison was undetectable at all.

Its treatment was even more difficult.

Nash opened the door and prepared to get out of the car.

"How confident are you?" Stellar asked again.

"20%!" Nash left without looking back after replying.

Stellar went completely silent.

After a long while, he took a deep breath and asked, "Mr. Sinclair, what do you think?"

Zakariah replied, "We don't have much time left. It'll be difficult for us to find someone else apart from him."

He paused for a bit before turning to look at Nash's back as the man disappeared into the distance, then he continued, "The fact that he's able to cure old Lewis' stomach cancer is enough to show that his medical skills are terrifying,"

Nash returned to the living room in the villa.

Hera was sitting on the sofa and working, her expression sullen.

Harrison and Lauren had gone off somewhere else.

"You don't seem very happy."

Nash plopped down next to Hera and glanced at the promotional poster for the microchip on her laptop. "Our customer loss is serious. Baroque is about to go bankrupt!" Hera closed the laptop and leaned back on the sofa. "It'd be great if the company could bring in a lithography machine that's capable of producing 7-nanometer chips," she murmured.

Nash smiled and asked, "Can't you just buy one?"

Hera smiled wryly. "Baroque Group won't be losing customers if we could! At present, domestic chip companies can produce 12 to 16nm chips, and Baroque only has a few second-hand 22nm lithography machines! And there's only one 7nm machine in the entire country!"Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

This was the cause of Baroque's substantial customer loss.

"Is there a difference between a 7nm chip and a 22nm chip?"

Nash had remained in the mountain all year round and would only occasionally go out to perform the tasks his master assigned. He did not really understand what Hera said.

"The smaller the chip, the more advanced the process is to make it. But its energy efficiency would also be better. In this era of active smart devices, backward chip technology will only be eliminated from the game," Hera explained patiently.

Nash nodded, half-understanding. "Is the lithography machine you mentioned just now unavailable for

purchase?"

"Our country's technological progress is rapid. To contain us, other countries adopted a technological blockade and banned the export of high-end lithography machines to our country," Hera said helplessly. "Nashy, Hera, are you two not going back to the apartment tonight?" Harrison came down from the second floor right at that moment.

Hera turned to him and asked, "Dad, how is Grandpa doing now? Is he awake?"

Harrison shook his head. "He hasn't woken up yet, but he looks much better. His breathing is also very even now."

"That's good!" Hera smiled sweetly and then looked at Nash. "Do you want to back to the apartment tonight or sleep here?"

"Let's not go back yet. I still have something to ask the old man when he wakes up."

"What's the matter?" Hera asked curiously.

"Of course, it's about our lifelong matters," Nash joked.

"Is there even a need to ask him? You're going to get your marriage certificate tomorrow," Harrison said. Nash could even cure cancer.

He would not want to let slip such a powerful son-in-law.

Hera smiled and said, "I wonder who was the one who looked down on Nash yesterday?"

Harrison blushed. "I didn't look down on him. I just didn't want Helena to marry the Watsons!"

After exchanging pleasantries, Harrison had Maria lead Nash and Hera to the guest room on the third floor to rest.

The villa had three floors, and there were four rooms on each.

"Hera, Mr. Calcraft, would you like to stay together or..."

"Different rooms, please!"

"Shall we stay together?"

Nash and Hera spoke in unison.

Nash was the one who asked to stay separately.

Hera looked at Nash in surprise. "You... You really want to stay apart from me?"