The person in charge readily agreed. As long as it wasn't a matter of principle, it was negotiable.
He hesitated. "Should I get you a wheelchair?"
Looking at Bai Chen's pale face, his light footsteps, his stamina that had him gasping for breath after just a few steps, and the unmistakable scent of blood, the person in charge wanted to drag him straight to the emergency room. It was only Bai Chen's vehement refusal to see a doctor that stopped him.
Bai Chen waved his hand and covered his mouth, coughing a few times. "It's nothing. I can manage."
The person in charge, filled with concern, entered the data storage room with him. Bai Chen successfully copied a large amount of data. What the man didn't know was that the USB drive was infected with a virus. The moment it was plugged into the computer, it began automatically extracting all the data. No manual control was necessary; the few things Bai Chen clicked on were just for show.
