Jiang Manting extended her hand toward Lin Xuan. "Hello, Mr. Lin. My name is Jiang Manting, Yutong's older sister."
Lin Xuan glanced at her hand but made no move to shake it. "I'm Lin Xuan."
Jiang Manting was someone who placed great importance on etiquette and propriety.
Jiang Yutong, worried that Lin Xuan's refusal to shake hands might leave a bad impression on Jiang Manting, leaned in and whispered in her sister's ear, "Sis, Lin Xuan has a girlfriend, so he can't shake hands with other women."
Jiang Manting nodded.
So that was the reason.
Just as Lin Li returned with breakfast and pushed the hospital room door slightly ajar, he heard Lin Xuan's voice—and the words, "I'm Lin Xuan."
Lin Li frowned.
Lin Xuan?
Why was Lin Xuan in the Jiang family's hospital room?
Or had he misheard?
Puzzled, Lin Li opened the door a little wider, and a man's back came into view.
Lin Li hated Lin Xuan.
He had even dreamed of tormenting him.
Just from that silhouette, he recognized Lin Xuan immediately.
It was him!
Lin Xuan!
Lin Li clenched his fists, his eyes burning with jealousy.
Damn it! Lin Xuan had somehow latched onto the Jiang family—especially Jiang Yutong, who usually acted indifferent toward him but was now being so warm and friendly to Lin Xuan!
Lin Li gritted his teeth.
No.
He couldn’t go in now. If he did, his true identity might be exposed.
Silently, Lin Li closed the door again.
Meanwhile, inside the room—
Jiang Yutong urged anxiously, "Mr. Lin, my grandfather’s condition is critical. Please, examine him quickly."
Even after reviewing Grandpa Jiang’s medical reports, Lin Xuan remained cautious and took his pulse.
His brows furrowed.
It was worse than he’d expected.
Seeing the deep frown on Lin Xuan’s face, Jiang Yutong’s heart clenched in fear.
Lin Xuan finally withdrew his hand.
"Mr. Lin, how is my grandfather? Is it serious?" Jiang Yutong asked nervously.
Lin Xuan shook his head. "His condition is dangerous. If not treated properly, he might never wake up again."
This matched what the doctors had told them.
They, too, had said Grandpa Jiang might never regain consciousness.
The only difference was that the doctors had outright declared it untreatable, while Lin Xuan had said, "if not handled properly…"
"Mr. Lin," Jiang Yutong’s eyes flickered with hope, "do you have a way to save him?"
"Yes," Lin Xuan nodded. "He needs cranial surgery."
Just then, a doctor walked in and overheard Lin Xuan’s words. He frowned. "Are you the doctor the two Miss Jiangs brought in to treat Mr. Jiang?"
From their introductions, he had expected someone much older—a highly skilled physician.
But this man looked far too young.
Most doctors didn’t even graduate and enter reputable hospitals until after twenty-five, let alone those with exceptional medical expertise.
Even he himself was already in his forties.
"Yes, I’m here to save him," Lin Xuan confirmed.
"I’m Li Fang. May I ask which hospital you’re affiliated with and which medical school you graduated from?" Li Fang inquired.
Lin Xuan replied, "I’m a senior computer science student at Shangqing University. I run a company—I’m not a doctor, nor did I attend a medical school."
Li Fang’s frown deepened.
"Preposterous! How can an inexperienced kid like you perform cranial surgery? Do you have any idea how risky it is? One wrong move, and the patient could die!"
"This is the revered Grandpa Jiang we’re talking about. If anything happens to him, can you bear the responsibility?" Li Fang snapped angrily.
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "If I don’t intervene, can you save him?"
Li Fang faltered.
Gritting his teeth, he retorted, "At least he won’t suffer needlessly before passing."
He then turned to Jiang Yutong and Jiang Manting. "Miss Jiang, Miss Jiang, even the most renowned experts can’t treat your grandfather’s condition. How could this kid possibly succeed?"
"Please reconsider before entrusting him with such a critical task."
Jiang Yutong spoke up, "Doctor Li, you might not know this, but when I fainted before, it was Mr. Lin who saved my grandfather. Even Doctor Chen praised his medical skills."
"That was just a coincidence," Li Fang scoffed. "Medicine isn’t something you pick up casually at his age, especially without formal training."
"Miss Jiang, he’s a fraud. Don’t let him deceive you," Li Fang said, pointing at Lin Xuan with disdain.
Lin Xuan smirked. "Miss Jiang, Miss Jiang, I don’t have to treat your grandfather. If you don’t want me to, I’ll just leave."
He still had to go back to Hua.
"Mr. Lin, wait!" Jiang Yutong stopped him. "I trust you."
"And Miss Jiang’s opinion?" Lin Xuan glanced at Jiang Manting.
Jiang Manting, for some inexplicable reason, also found Lin Xuan trustworthy.
"Mr. Lin, please save my grandfather."
"Miss Jiang, Miss Jiang, you—you can’t be serious!" Li Fang’s eyes widened in disbelief.
This was their grandfather’s life at stake!
And they were handing it over to some twenty-something with no medical credentials?
Jiang Manting said firmly, "Doctor Li, there’s no need to argue further. Let Mr. Lin perform the surgery."
Rather than watch their grandfather die, they might as well take the chance.
Besides, Lin Xuan had saved him once before.
Maybe he could do it again.
Jiang Manting looked at Lin Xuan. "If you can bring Grandpa back, I’ll give you 100 million as payment—and grant you one additional request."
"Deal," Lin Xuan agreed.
"Fine. Then I’ll assist you," Li Fang said grudgingly.
He didn’t believe in Lin Xuan’s skills at all.
He wanted to see firsthand what this arrogant kid would do.
"Suit yourself," Lin Xuan replied indifferently.
Outside the room, Lin Li had overheard everything.
A cold smile curled on his lips.
Even the best doctors couldn’t cure that old man’s illness, yet Lin Xuan dared to operate on him?
What a joke.
Now, he’d just wait and watch as Lin Xuan dug his own grave.
If anything happened to the old man, the Jiang family would never forgive Lin Xuan—even if they knew he was their cousin.
After all, he’d be the one who killed their grandfather.
And what did blood relations matter when they had never even met before?
No bond, no affection.
Lin Xuan was doomed—and it was entirely his own doing.
Thanks to the three little ducks from Beidi City and other sweethearts for the gifts.
Good night, everyone.
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?!
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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?"
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.”
