After washing up, Lin Tianba finally put on clean clothes after many days.
But these were fucking another man's clothes.
Just thinking about it made Lin Tianba inexplicably sick to his stomach.
"Yue Mei, Little Jian, come here. Now that our family of three has been reunited, let's have a proper talk."
Lin Jian and Liu Yuemei walked into the bedroom, leaving Lin Tianba lying on the floor.
Finally, Lin Tianba broke down in tears.
"You ungrateful son! Why couldn’t you just kneel, kowtow, and beg me to take you away from this hell?"
Lin Tianba truly regretted everything. If heaven gave him another chance, he swore he’d never fall for Liu Yuemei’s deceit again.
But of course, that was just wishful thinking.
As the door opened, Lv Jian returned.
He froze at the sight of Lin Tianba sprawled on the floor.
"Holy shit, isn’t this the internet’s number one scumbag dad?"
Even someone like Lv Jian was stunned by Lin Tianba’s antics—proof that his infamy was now common knowledge.
Meanwhile, the bedroom door opened, and Lv Renqi looked awkwardly at his returning son.
"Ah, Xiao Jian, perfect timing. There’s something I need to discuss with you. You should also get to know Little Jian."
Both names were "Jian"—one Lin Jian, the other Lv Jian.
Now, they could compete to see who was the bigger jian (a play on the word meaning "shameless").
Let the battle of the jians begin.
The next day arrived—the day of Wang Anjian’s surgery, also the second-to-last day of the year.
Early in the morning, Wang Anjian was wheeled in for the transplant procedure.
Outside the operating room, Lin Ran, Granny Wang, and Uncle Fu sat on the waiting chairs, their hearts clenched with worry.
Luo Yao wasn’t there; she was in one of the hospital’s labs.
"Check if there’s anything wrong with this soup."
Yi Buhuo sniffed it first, then took a small sip.
"This should be my brother’s medicinal recipe. It’s fine. Did you notice something off about Young Master Lin’s condition?"
Luo Yao shook her head. "His condition is fine. The soup might be tainted. I suspect there’s something in it."
Yi Buhuo paled and hurried to explain.
"President Luo, my brother would never dare! This recipe is a Yi Family heirloom—it has no side effects. It only boosts Young Master Lin’s vitality."
Luo Yao frowned. "I asked you to test it, not accuse Yi Siyin of tampering."
"Right, right. I’ll have it thoroughly analyzed with the most advanced methods."
Truthfully, Yi Buhuo had already gauged the soup’s safety from her taste.
She hadn’t become the Yi Family’s treasure because of her looks—her appearance was average at best.
Her reputation came from her uncanny palate, dubbed the "Yi Family Ghost Tongue." A single taste or sniff of any herb, and she could identify it without fail.
But Luo Yao’s orders were absolute.
Later, Yi Buhuo would reflect that sometimes, science and intuition were worth trusting.
Back in the waiting area, Lin Ran sat silently until a white-coated figure took a seat beside him.
"You’re just waiting here? The surgery will take hours. At the earliest, results won’t come until evening—maybe even tomorrow. And you won’t be able to see the patient immediately post-op. There’s no need to stay the whole time."
Lin Ran nodded.
"I know. But I promised Anjian I’d be here. I believe he’ll pull through."
"Me too," the doctor agreed.
Only then did Lin Ran realize who he’d been talking to. He turned, startled.
"Director Yi? Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be in the operating room?"
Yi Buhao smiled.
"Relax. My brother Yi Siyin is handling the surgery. I’m better at theory; he’s the master in practice. Besides, this isn’t even a challenging procedure for us. Everything will be fine."
Lin Ran sighed in relief. Granny Wang and Uncle Fu noticed Yi Buhao and greeted him weakly, their minds still on Wang Anjian.
Uncle Fu patted Granny Wang’s back soothingly.
"Director Yi, I’ve always wanted to ask—why do you run this hospital? To save lives or to make money?"
Lin Ran’s abrupt question caught everyone off guard.
"I do it for profit," Yi Buhao admitted. "In fact, without President Luo’s support, the Yi Family might’ve collapsed long ago."
Uncle Fu stayed silent. He knew the world wasn’t black and white. To ask such a naive question…
Who runs a hospital not to make money? Charity?
But Lin Ran had a deeper purpose. He wanted to understand the meaning of life through Yi Buhao’s perspective.
"Profit is fine, but how do you face so much life-and-death suffering without growing numb?"
Yi Buhao shook his head.
"I wasn’t finished. We do it for money and to heal. No doctor wants their patients to die. Even after countless failures, we can’t give up. When patients bet everything on us, shouldn’t we at least earn the money they pay?"
Lin Ran didn’t fully grasp Yi Buhao’s logic, but he had to admit—the man had principles.
These days, too many medical institutions exploited patients under the guise of "saving lives."
"You should wait in the lounge. This could take a while."
Lin Ran declined. "I’ll stay. Luo Yao might not find me otherwise."
Speak of the devil.
Granny Wang and Uncle Fu were stunned when Luo Yao appeared.
"Young Miss," they murmured nervously.
Luo Yao gave a curt nod, her icy demeanor unchanged—except around Lin Ran.
"I came to check. With Yi Siyin operating, there’s nothing to worry about. He’s a national treasure of medicine."
It was Luo Yao who had arranged for Yi Siyin to lead the surgery. Normally, the Yi Family didn’t serve commoners.
Wealthy elites clamored for their services, even offering fortunes to hire a Yi doctor privately.
But the Yi Family’s rule was clear: come to the hospital and queue like everyone else.
The only exception? If you were Luo Yao.
Her pulling strings for Wang Anjian was no small favor.
Granny Wang and Uncle Fu bowed. "Thank you, Young Miss."
Luo Yao and Lin Ran locked eyes, their gazes speaking volumes.
Luo Yao: The examination room is ready.
Lin Ran: Seriously? Now?
Clearing his throat, Lin Ran stood.
"I’ll go handle something with Luo Yao. Stay strong—he’ll be fine."
"Of course, Young Master Lin. Don’t mind us."
As the couple left, Granny Wang slumped into her chair like a deflated balloon.
"Don't worry, Big Flower."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
