Time is not measured by the quantity you possess

Quite fond of a phrase from the Time Sage, aren't we?

"Time is not measured by the quantity you possess, but by how you wield it."

This phrase, whether applied to work or life, offers profound insights. Particularly for Jonas, who fancies himself a master of time management, the judicious allocation of time seems to have become an instinct flowing through his veins.

After strategizing with Miss Esny in the morning, Jonas proceeded to the Weiting Hospital in the Erlis District in the afternoon.

The corridors of the Weiting Hospital in the Erlis District had slightly ajar doors to the wards.

From outside the ward, one could see a young girl lying on the bed, listening to what her attending physician was saying.

Even with a mask on, one could discern that the doctor's complexion wasn't quite right. It seemed that Miss Selin's condition had deteriorated further. However, Selin herself, as the person concerned, showed no signs of sadness or fear. Instead, she listened calmly to the description of her condition.

As the young girl put it, she had long seen through death and was prepared to depart for the underworld at any moment.

After the doctor finished describing the situation and gave a few instructions, he left the ward with a heavy expression.

Coincidentally, he bumped into Jonas standing at the door. The doctor was somewhat surprised, and upon realizing Jonas's identity, his expression became tense.

Just as he was about to speak, Jonas waved his hand and walked straight into the ward.

As the door opened again, Selin also lifted her head in surprise. Upon seeing the person standing at the door, her expression gradually changed from surprise to resentment. She pursed her lips, said nothing, and just stared at Jonas fixedly.

Faced with Selin's somewhat resentful gaze, Jonas felt a bit guilty, but he didn't show it.

Selin did indeed ask him not to tell her sister. Although he hadn't promised, in the face of the girl's resentful eyes, Jonas couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

If Selin were to ask, Jonas could still equivocate and say that Miss Esny found out on her own, which had nothing to do with him. However, she didn't ask anything, just stared at Jonas with a hint of resentment, as if to make him admit his mistake with her eyes.

Although the girl's gaze made him uncomfortable, Jonas had a strong mentality, or rather, his face was too thick. He pretended not to know anything under Jonas's disregard, and the girl had to give up. She sighed and asked, "Mr. Jonas, didn't you bring my sister?"

The implication was, since you've already told my sister, why haven't you brought her?

It could be seen that the girl had some complaints about Jonas revealing her condition.

"Miss Esny went back to rest first. I promised her to come and see you first." As Jonas spoke, he sat down beside the bed and said, "What did the doctor say to you just now?"

Not getting the answer she wanted from Jonas's mouth, Selin was somewhat disappointed. Then she said somewhat indifferently, "Nothing much. I couldn't understand those professional terms anyway, but it probably means I might not live past twenty."

Listening to the girl's indifference to her own condition, Jonas couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He rubbed the girl's head and said, "Don't say such ominous words. I promised your sister to save you. If you die, where would I, the young master of the Weiting Consortium, put my face?"

Hearing Jonas's words, Selin couldn't help but chuckle, "Then I'd be even happier to die."

*Snap*

His fingers snapped on the girl's forehead. She winced in pain, then complained, "Mr. Jonas, you're too rough."

"Don't keep talking about death all the time," Jonas said somewhat helplessly.

Although the girl said she would believe him, in reality, she didn't hold out much hope of being cured. After all, she had been told since childhood that having this disease was tantamount to slow death. Now, suddenly being told that there was a way to save her, any normal person would be skeptical.

Miss Selin seemed very open-minded on the surface, but in reality, she was just showing her pessimism. Her indifferent attitude towards death was just to avoid making others sad. Hidden beneath her seemingly indifferent demeanor was the heart of a gentle girl.

"Mr. Jonas, hand over the hundred games you promised me before, and I'll listen to you." Selin raised her head and tried to bargain.

"Even when you're like this, you still want to play games?" Jonas was speechless. He naturally knew what games Selin was talking about... He had promised to send them to her before, but after Selin's condition worsened, he stopped fulfilling the girl's slightly colored requests.

"It's precisely because time is running out that we should indulge ourselves in time," Selin said confidently. Her twisted reasoning left Jonas at a loss for words. Seeing Jonas unsure how to refute her, she leaned in and looked at him, blinked, and said, "Or does Mr. Jonas want me to experience real combat?"

*You're courting death. Your sister might be furious when she hears this.*

"If Miss Selin really has such thoughts, I'll indulge you after your illness is cured," Jonas said. He wasn't like a virgin who blushed and stuttered after being teased. His words were straightforward, making Selin stunned for a while before she reacted.

Seeing Jonas didn't seem to be pretending, but instead, teasing her sister-in-law first, she blushed.

She shrunk back and blushed, saying, "I don't believe you."

As Selin said this, seeing that Jonas didn't react, she muttered to herself as if talking to herself, "But if Mr. Jonas really cures me... handing myself over to you wouldn't be impossible."

The girl suddenly realized what she was saying and blushed even more.

She looked at Jonas, who seemed not to have heard anything, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Little did she know that he had heard everything.

Jonas couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

*Humph, women.*

This is what you asked for.