"Something wrong?" Lin Xuan held the phone to his ear and asked.
"Mr. Lin," Jiang Yutong said urgently, "My grandfather is having a medical emergency. Can you come and help him?"
Doctor Chen, who had been treating her grandfather, was in a car accident and was now unconscious.
None of the other doctors could figure out a solution for her grandfather's condition.
With her grandfather's situation now critical and hearing that the doctors were at a loss, her first thought was to call Lin Xuan.
The last time her grandfather had fallen unconscious, it was Lin Xuan who had cured him. Doctor Chen, who had been present at the time, had even praised Lin Xuan's medical skills in front of her.
He had also told her that if her grandfather ever had health issues he couldn’t handle, they could turn to Lin Xuan—perhaps he could restore her grandfather’s health.
So, she called Lin Xuan.
"Location?" Lin Xuan asked.
Jiang Yutong quickly replied, "Yundu First Central Hospital. Mr. Lin, once you arrive at the entrance, I’ll have someone bring you in."
"Got it."
Lin Xuan nodded.
He had a favorable impression of the Jiang family, and given their strong influence in both political and military circles, building a connection with them would only benefit him.
Lin Xuan raised his left hand and glanced at his watch.
Hua Bao had just taken some medicine and fallen asleep. The medication made her drowsy, so she wouldn’t wake up for at least three more hours.
This timing was perfect.
"Second Miss Jiang, could you send me a photo of your grandfather and his latest medical reports?" Lin Xuan added.
"Of course."
After hanging up, Jiang Yutong immediately sent Lin Xuan everything he had requested.
"Yutong, who were you just calling?" Jiang Manting walked into the hospital room and asked.
"Lin Xuan," Jiang Yutong said. "I asked him to come. Last time Grandpa was unconscious, he cured him. Maybe he can help this time too."
Hearing this, a glimmer of hope flickered in Jiang Manting’s eyes.
The hospital had already said their grandfather didn’t have much time left.
None of the doctors could do anything about his condition.
Maybe Lin Xuan really could save him!
Lin Li, upon hearing about Grandpa Jiang’s condition, rushed to the hospital in a panic.
"Big Sis, Second Sis, how’s Grandpa?" Lin Li asked anxiously.
Jiang Manting replied, "We’re waiting for someone. He might be able to cure Grandpa."
"If he intervenes, what are the chances of success?" Lin Li pressed.
"I’m not sure," Jiang Manting shook her head.
Lin Li sneered inwardly.
So, there was no guarantee he could be cured.
He looked at Grandpa Jiang lying on the bed, his gaze darkening.
This old man better die this time!
He had always looked down on Lin Li.
If not for Jiang Shuqin’s guilt and the mistaken belief that Lin Li was his grandson, the old man probably wouldn’t have spared him a second glance.
"Big Sis, don’t worry. Grandpa is blessed. He’ll pull through this," Lin Li comforted Jiang Manting.
"Yeah."
Jiang Manting rubbed her throbbing temples.
Suddenly, Lin Li felt the urge to relieve himself and headed to the restroom.
Not daring to use the public urinals, he went into a private stall. Coincidentally, the door was broken and slightly ajar.
Lin Li undid his pants, gritting his teeth in humiliation as he awkwardly squatted down.
Midway through, the door was suddenly kicked open with a loud "BANG!"
A mentally ill patient, in the midst of an episode, had come to use the restroom. Seeing someone squatting to urinate, he pointed and exclaimed, "W-woman! A woman in the men’s restroom!"
Lin Li’s face turned ashen.
The patient rushed forward, shoving Lin Li as he struggled to pull up his pants.
"Men and women shouldn’t mix! Women can’t be in the men’s restroom! Get out, you woman! Go back to the women’s room!"
Lin Li barely managed to fasten his pants, his face burning with shame.
How dare this lunatic call him a woman!
He tried to wrench his arm free, but the patient’s grip was too strong.
"I’ll leave on my own! Let go of me!" Lin Li hissed through clenched teeth.
Men entering, exiting, or already in the restroom all turned to stare curiously at the commotion.
"No!" The patient stubbornly refused. "So many men have been exposed to you, a woman! You have to apologize before you leave!"
"I’m a man! What does it matter if I see them?" Lin Li snapped, his refined facade crumbling.
"I will never apologize!"
If word got out that he had apologized for this, how could he ever show his face again?
The patient’s family arrived and began profusely apologizing.
"Young man, I’m so sorry! My son isn’t well—please forgive him!"
"Dad, I’m fine!" the patient argued indignantly.
The father scolded, "If you were fine, why would you mistake a man for a woman?"
"Dad, he is a woman!" the patient insisted. "Didn’t you say women stand to pee and men squat? I saw him squatting! He’s definitely a woman!"
Lin Li’s face cycled between green and white.
Damn it!
How dare they humiliate him like this!
His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"That’s impossible! You must’ve seen wrong," the father immediately denied.
Why would a grown man squat to pee?
"Dad, I’m not wrong! I know what I saw!"
As the father and son argued, another man suddenly exclaimed, "Wait—I recognize him! That’s Lin Li! If it’s him, then squatting makes sense!"
Realizing he’d been recognized, Lin Li desperately tried to leave, but the patient still held him in an iron grip.
"Let me go! I have urgent business!" Lin Li pleaded.
He couldn’t stay here.
"No! You, a woman, barged into the men’s room! You have to apologize first!"
The patient wouldn’t budge—without an apology, Lin Li wasn’t going anywhere.
The restroom erupted into chatter.
Bystanders who didn’t know the story asked, "Who’s Lin Li? Why is it normal for him to squat?"
"You haven’t heard about this huge scandal?"
A man who had avidly followed the gossip eagerly began explaining.
"Alright, so a while back, this Lin Li was supposed to marry the young lady of Feng Corporation. Guess what happened?"
"What?" The crowd leaned in, ears perked.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)

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?!