In the nurses’ station, several night-shift nurses huddled together, occasionally glancing toward the row of benches at the end of the corridor.
“Did you see that? The one who just got off the helicopter—that’s Director Zhou from the Third Provincial Hospital.”
“How could I not recognize him? His photo’s still up on our hospital wall from when he came to give guidance. What kind of background does he have, getting a provincial expert airlifted here with all his equipment in the middle of the night?”
“Didn’t you see the middle-aged couple that came earlier? They drove a Big G! This must be some rich family’s young master.”
“That girl is so lucky.”
Chen Zhi sat on the bench, not paying attention to the nurses’ whispers.
He pulled out his phone to check a WeChat group.
With all this commotion in the middle of the night, there was still a mountain of work waiting at Deep Space Technology.
Chen Zhi typed one-handed, sending a few brief instructions.
Switching out of the group chat, he tapped on Pei Ningxue’s conversation window.
The last message, sent by Pei Ningxue in the early hours, read: Has the medical team arrived?
Chen Zhi replied: They’ve arrived. The rescue was successful. He’s stable for now. Thanks to you today.
Zhang Guifang sat beside Chen Zhi, watching him stare at his phone handling work. She leaned in and lowered her voice.
“Is everything okay at the company? You’re the big boss—leaving everything behind to rush back here, I hope it’s not hurting your real business.”
“It’s fine. Someone’s handling it.” Chen Zhi locked his phone and slipped it into his pocket.
Zhang Guifang sighed, glancing toward the emergency room. “That child Zhiyi has been through too much. If you ever treat her badly, I swear I’ll break your other leg too.”
Chen Zhi rubbed his nose and said nothing.
After about ten minutes, the door to the observation area opened.
Grandma, Li Zhiyi’s grandmother, came out wiping her tears.
Zhang Guifang quickly stood up to support her. “Auntie, how’s Grandpa doing?”
“Much better. He recognized people.” Grandma patted Zhang Guifang’s hand, then turned to Chen Zhi. “Xiao Chen.”
Chen Zhi stood up immediately. “Grandma.”
“Grandpa said he wants to see you.” Grandma’s eyes reddened again. “Go in and talk to him for a bit. He’s still got some strength for now.”
Chen Zhi nodded. “Alright.”
He pushed open the door to the observation area and walked in.
It was quiet inside, except for the steady beeping of the monitor.
Li Jianjun lay on the hospital bed, an oxygen mask over his face and several IV lines in his hand.
Li Zhiyi sat on a round stool beside the bed, tightly holding her grandfather’s un-injected hand, tears still streaming down her face.
Hearing footsteps, Li Zhiyi turned around, her eyes swollen like walnuts.
“Chen Zhi.” Her voice was completely hoarse.
Chen Zhi walked over and gently pressed her shoulder, then bent down close to the bed.
“Grandpa, are you feeling any better?”
Hearing the voice, Li Jianjun struggled to open his eyes.
His pupils shifted, landing on Chen Zhi’s face. He tried to smile, but his facial muscles wouldn’t cooperate.
His lips moved.
Li Zhiyi quickly loosened the oxygen mask slightly.
“Xiao Chen…” Li Jianjun’s voice was weak. “I… I don’t know how much longer I can stay with Zhiyi.”
“Grandpa, don’t think like that.” Chen Zhi softened his voice. “The doctor said the worst is over. Once it’s daylight, we’ll transfer you to the Third Provincial Hospital—they have better conditions. A few days there, and you’ll move to a regular ward.”
Li Jianjun shook his head slightly, his breathing a bit labored.
“I know my own body.”
He took two more breaths, then slowly turned his gaze to Li Zhiyi.
“This child… her fate has been bitter. She never had a father or mother’s love. She grew up with us two old folks, enduring a lot.”
Li Zhiyi shook her head desperately.
“No, Grandpa, I never suffered. Please stop talking and just rest, okay?”
Li Jianjun ignored her and continued haltingly to Chen Zhi.
“She’s stubborn in everything she does. Once she sets her mind on something, ten oxen couldn’t pull her back.”
“You’ve helped her a lot since you were kids. When she was bullied as a child, you always protected her. I… I don’t want to trouble you anymore.”
Chen Zhi felt something twist in his chest.
He glanced at Li Zhiyi. The girl bowed her head, shoulders heaving as she tried to stifle her sobs.
“What if…” Li Jianjun swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing with difficulty. “What if I don’t make it? Could you… take care of Zhiyi and her grandma for me?”
Li Zhiyi finally broke down, collapsing onto the edge of the bed and crying loudly.
“Grandpa, don’t say unlucky things! You’re going to live a long life—you haven’t even seen me graduate from college yet!”
Chen Zhi didn’t hesitate.
He reached out, wrapping both Li Zhiyi’s hand and the old man’s dry fingers together in his own palm.
“Don’t worry, Grandpa.” Chen Zhi’s tone was firm. “Zhiyi will be happy from now on. I promise you.”
He looked the old man in the eyes.
“You need to focus on recovering. Zhiyi hasn’t graduated yet—she still has to work, get married. You have to see her in a wedding dress, right?”
When he heard the word “marriage,” a flicker of light crossed Li Jianjun’s cloudy eyes.
A tear slipped from the corner of his eye, tracing the wrinkles on his face and soaking into the pillow.
The old man nodded hard, tears in his eyes.
He pulled his hand free and gently touched Li Zhiyi’s head, his hand trembling.
“Don’t cry, girl.”
Li Jianjun took a deep breath, as if mustering his last ounce of strength.
“Zhiyi.”
“Take Xiao Chen… to see your parents.”
At eight in the morning, the transfer procedures were all completed.
The Third Provincial Hospital’s ambulance was waiting at the county hospital entrance, with the expert team escorting the patient.
Zhang Guifang and Chen Jun also followed in their car, heading directly to the provincial capital to arrange hospitalization and nursing care.
Before leaving, Zhang Guifang pulled Li Zhiyi aside and slipped her a bank card.
“The password is Chen Zhi’s birthday. Take it. Don’t argue with me. With the old man in the hospital, expenses will pile up. Don’t carry it all on your own as a girl.”
Li Zhiyi accepted it, eyes red.
After the ambulance drove off, only Chen Zhi and Li Zhiyi remained at the county hospital entrance.
The morning town had already come alive. Street vendors selling steamed buns and fried dough sticks puffed out steam, mingling with the scent of soy milk.
Li Zhiyi stood on the steps, watching the direction the ambulance had disappeared, the tension that had gripped her all night slowly easing.
She turned and looked at Chen Zhi standing nearby.
He had been up all night, his clothes wrinkled, faint red streaks coloring his eyes.
“Let’s go,” Chen Zhi said.
Li Zhiyi nodded. “Let’s buy some things. I’ll take you to the cemetery.”
They walked along the street.
Passing a flower shop, Li Zhiyi went in and bought two bouquets of white chrysanthemums, then stopped at a nearby convenience store for some joss paper and fruit.
Chen Zhi naturally took all the bags and carried them.
The road to the cemetery was a bit out of the way, so they hailed a local three-wheeled tuk-tuk.
Sitting in the bumpy ride, the wind blowing cool against their faces, Li Zhiyi stared at the farmland passing by and suddenly spoke.
“Chen Zhi.”
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry.” Li Zhiyi turned to look at him. “For putting you through all this trouble.”
"I've told you so many times, you don't need to say that to me." Chen Zhi reached out and tucked her windblown hair behind her ear.
Li Zhiyi bit her lip.
"You had something important to do, but—"
"But I dragged you back here instead, making you stay up all night with me, dealing with all this mess."
"Stop overthinking." Chen Zhi cut her off. "With Grandpa in such a crisis, if I hadn't come back, could you have handled it on your own?"
The tuk-tuk stopped at the entrance of Nanshan Cemetery.
The two paid the fare and walked up the stone steps toward the hill.
Li Zhiyi's parents' graves were halfway up the mountain, in a mediocre spot, with some weeds growing around them.
Li Zhiyi walked over, skillfully pulled out the weeds, and wiped the dust off the tombstone with a tissue.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
