God Level Farmer In Another World

Chapter 127: Jack's Door-Door Fruit

Yvette was dressed in a white blouse and a pencil skirt, with a black coat draped over her shoulders.

She entered Bluewater Medical University Hospital.

Yvette made her way to the third floor and approached the nurse's station.

"Hello, may I ask which ward Professor Richard Dawkins is in?"

Ever since news of Richard Dawkins' critical condition was no longer hidden by the state, scholars, experts, and professors from around the world had been flying in daily to visit him.

The young nurse was not surprised by Yvette's question. She responded politely:

"Mr. Dawkins needs rest and cannot receive visitors today."

Professor Dawkins had been meeting too many visitors lately, which had taken a toll on the elderly man, who was already frail.

"Are you one of my grandfather's students?"

A voice came from behind her.

It belonged to a middle-aged woman with a scholarly air.

Her face showed deep fatigue, and she looked exhausted.

The young nurses called her "Ms. Dawkins," so it was safe to assume she was Richard Dawkins' granddaughter.

Emma Dawkins glanced at Yvette.

This elegant woman had a refined demeanor, exuding an air of sophistication with her poised movements.

Her gold-rimmed glasses added to the impression of an intellectual steeped in scholarly pursuits.

Yvette turned, smiling.

"I wouldn't dare call myself that lucky. I only attended a few of Professor Dawkins' lectures during university."

"With his academic contributions, anyone in the related fields nationwide should consider Professor Dawkins a teacher."

"So, I shamelessly count myself as half a student of his. When I heard he was hospitalized, I wanted to pay my respects."

These words left a favorable impression on Emma Dawkins.

Here was a woman who was humble, cultured, and respectful of her teachers.

Unlike others who came merely to squeeze out the last bit of value from her grandfather, she was different.

Emma Dawkins smiled.

"Grandfather just woke up. Let me take you to him."

Outside the private ward, Yvette peered inside.

On the bed lay an elderly man with a head full of white hair.

He appeared frail, as though he could drift into unconsciousness at any moment.

In his hands was a thick notebook, and he was scribbling in it with a pen.

Emma Dawkins walked over and gently took the notebook from him, her tone reproachful.

"Grandfather, you should rest now. Work can wait until you're better."

The old man frowned.

"The experiment data is still off."

"When you take over the experiment, pay close attention to my annotations."

Emma Dawkins' eyes reddened slightly.

Everyone knew that time was running out for the elderly man.

She adjusted a pillow behind her grandfather's back and forced a smile.

"Grandfather, one of your students has come to see you."

She turned and gestured for Yvette to enter.

Yvette approached the bed respectfully and stood.

"Professor Dawkins, it's been a long time."

Richard Dawkins looked at her in confusion. After a while, he mustered a faint smile.

"It's you, young lady. I remember you."

Yvette was surprised.

"You still remember me?"

Richard Dawkins beckoned her to sit and said wistfully:

"Of course, I do. That was ten years ago, wasn't it? At Bluewater University, you asked a question during my lecture."

"That question has consumed me for ten years."

Emma Dawkins gave Yvette a startled glance.

So, the hypothesis her grandfather had been so engrossed in all these years originated with her?

Seeing her grandfather so delighted, Emma Dawkins silently congratulated herself for bringing Yvette to visit.

Not wanting to intrude on their conversation, she quietly left the ward.

Yvette began to recall the moment.

It was during her junior year when she had asked a question during Richard Dawkins' lecture:

"If both humans and demonic beasts possess spirituality, could the spirituality of demonic beasts be transferred to humans?"

At the time, it was just an offhand, whimsical remark.

Yvette chuckled awkwardly.

"It was really just a childish question I asked without thinking."

Richard Dawkins waved his hand.

"Daring to think is the first step to daring to act. Your question had significant meaning. Over the past ten years..."

He stopped mid-sentence, pausing briefly, and glanced discreetly at the surveillance camera in the room.

He shook his head and said:

"Enough talk. These things will be the work of the younger generation from now on.

We old folks should have retired long ago."

There was a deep sense of helplessness in his voice.

A research project that had consumed ten years of his life was now slipping from his grasp due to the limitations of time.

This would undoubtedly be the greatest regret of his life.

Yvette lowered her head in thought, her gaze filled with astonishment.

As a perceptive woman, she could easily sense Richard Dawkins' emotions.

The question she had casually posed all those years ago—Professor Dawkins seemed to have nearly achieved it.

Could this be the secret behind his ten-year absence?

Wouldn't someone like him be precisely the kind of talent the Guild needed?

Yvette leaned closer to Richard Dawkins' ear and solemnly asked:

"If I could restore your health, would you be willing to continue working on your unfinished project?"

Richard Dawkins smiled faintly:

"Of course."

Though he said it, he regarded it as nothing more than a joke.

Yvette pressed further:

"And would you be willing to work for someone else?"

Richard Dawkins' cloudy eyes met Yvette's serious expression.

He froze.

After a long pause, he replied softly:

"If it allows me to finish my project, I'll do anything."

His words were tinged with reluctance, sorrow, and a faint glimmer of hope.

Richard Dawkins was a top-tier scientist. In his eyes, nothing was impossible.

Concepts like mysticism or theology were, to him, merely strings of data waiting to be verified.

The elixir of immortality sought by ancient emperors might be a laughable myth to the common man.

But to Richard Dawkins, it was not outside the realm of possibility.

Yvette nodded:

"Please keep what I said to you today a secret."

With that, Yvette rose, bowed deeply to Richard Dawkins, and quickly left the room.

At Old Oak Café, in the second-floor meeting room.

Alexander listened to Yvette's report, his pupils contracting sharply.

The idea of transferring the spirituality of demonic beasts to humans—wasn't this essentially the technology to seal demonic beasts within human bodies?

"So that's why this research isn't fully developed yet. No wonder the beast detained by the Security Bureau has yet to be taken away by anyone."

Alexander rarely displayed such excitement.

He had made up his mind—Professor Dawkins was essential to him.

After pondering for a while, Alexander pulled out his phone and sent a message to Jack.

Jack soon appeared at the door of the meeting room, knocking before entering.

Alexander handed him a Super Fruit:

"This is for you. I need you to handle something for me tomorrow night."

Seeing the Super Fruit, Jack was ecstatic.

He accepted it with trembling hands, barely able to contain his excitement:

"Thank you, thank you, Brother Alexander!"

Was this the legendary "fortune falls into your lap"?

Though he was one of the Guild's earliest members, Jack's combat abilities were among the weakest.

Right in front of Alexander, Jack swallowed the Super Fruit.

[Door-Door Fruit: A Class]

[Spirituality Consumption: The user can turn anything they touch into a door that can be opened, allowing them to freely enter and exit any location.]

A Class?

And it's a spatial-type Super Fruit!

Jack's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Alexander, speechless.

The last A Class Super Fruit Alexander had cultivated was also the Door-Door Fruit.

This fruit had always been intended for Jack.

For his job as a courier, it was exceptionally convenient.

Alexander paid no attention to Jack and instead turned to Yvette:

"Tonight, take me to Bluewater Medical University Hospital."

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