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."
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
