"Isn't it written right here? Suspected cancer, and there are recommendations below, saying to stay in the hospital for observation and conservative treatment..."
Part of it was professional medical terminology written in English. The head maid didn't understand it, but Ye Cheng did, and he considerately translated it for her.
Head Maid: "..."
Silently, the head maid sat down, rubbed her temples, and softly muttered something to herself.
"It must be an illusion, it must be an illusion. Phew, it's probably just hallucinations from too much stress lately..." The head maid hypnotized herself for a moment. When she opened her eyes, Ye Cheng had appeared right in front of her face at some point, getting right up in her grill.
"Lowly Servant 9527, what are you saying? I order you to do a hundred backflips right now! I know it's difficult, but I don't care what you think, I only care what I think!" Ye Cheng began to issue orders to the head maid in the preachy tone of a commanding officer.
Code name: Lowly Servant 9527!
Head Maid: "..."
Okay, it wasn't a hallucination. How could a hallucination be as inhuman as the guy in front of her?
"Crack!"
"Hiss, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong! I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."
The head maid silently grabbed Ye Cheng's Teletubby-like finger and forcefully bent it backwards. Ye Cheng instantly dropped to his knees, howling like a ghost in the hospital ward, looking completely defeated.
"Heh." The head maid scoffed coldly, looking at Ye Cheng with eyes that viewed him as trash.
Thank you, that felt great.
The head maid released Ye Cheng's Teletubby-style finger. "Do you know what cancer means?"
"It means cancer?" Ye Cheng rubbed his smooth chin and answered tentatively.
Head Maid: "..."
Where is the knife, where is my knife!!!
Visibly, the head maid's defenses broke. She saw red and was ready to stab someone. She searched around the room for a while and finally found a fruit knife meant for peeling fruit.
Swish!
The head maid pulled out the fruit knife, pressed it against Ye Cheng's neck, and repeated the question she just asked. "Do you know what cancer means?"
Ye Cheng: "..."
Gulp. Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Ye Cheng's eyes suddenly became very clear and innocent.
"It means my life has entered a countdown, it means I will be in a lot of pain, it means I don't have long to live, it means my life is in danger, it means..."
It was a textbook answer, interspersed with professional terminology, occasionally educating the head maid on the terrors of "cancer."
Of course, these things weren't made up by Ye Cheng. He had been driven to his wits' end at the hospital by that scam of a "Ye Cheng terminal illness." If it weren't for that damn system... ahem, if it weren't for his dear father system coming out to save the day, he reckoned he would have already gone abroad to become a mercenary by now.
What?
Why go abroad to be a mercenary?
Alright, let's put it another way. To be a ruthless bandit, pull off a big heist, make some dollars, or slick his hair back and become the Wolf of Wall Street...
If he had discovered he was sick earlier, Ye Cheng wouldn't have bothered studying. It would be a waste of time. He would have just run abroad to teach himself medicine to see how he could improve his survival rate.
The onset of the disease was too sudden; there was no time to research at all. Researching a new drug would take a minimum of five years. Even if it was faster, two or three years was the absolute baseline. Moreover, the money burned would be an astronomical figure. Not even Hafu coins could cover it, let alone dollars.
He could only use the fastest method to get money and then research the medicine. If that really didn't work, he could only resort to the "grafting" method...
Ahem, okay, getting a bit off-topic. But Ye Cheng was absolutely not going to just wait to die. Compared to being the world's first case of "Ye Cheng disease," cancer was honestly too gentle.
It was practically a "loli"!
Furthermore, Ye Cheng discovered that the original characteristics of the disease didn't appear on his body. Instead, his body's growth rate accelerated. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't shoot spider webs, Ye Cheng would have just put on a hood and gone "swinging all over the world."
Great, it's Pida Paker, we are doomed!
Ahem, alright, Ye Cheng could be sure that it was his dear father system's doing. As for the principles behind it...
Why the hell would you research the principles? It's a golden finger cheat, do you still want to talk about science?
Ye Cheng just lay flat and accepted it. Anyway, he could confirm his physical condition was fine. He didn't know what the hell this "mid-stage cancer" was, but Ye Cheng treated it as a "Super Soldier Serum."
He wouldn't die anyway. When he had nothing to do, he could trigger a couple of options or something, and the cancer would probably just disappear. If not, he would figure out a way when the time came...
Ye Cheng couldn't be clearer about his own physical condition. Plus, with the system backing him up, he wasn't afraid at all.
But the problem was... there was no way to explain this to the people around him.
Otherwise, if he got caught and sliced up for research, he'd be in real trouble.
Since he was now a "cancer patient," it was best to act a bit more docile, especially not to get caught by the Eldest Miss and the President, otherwise...
Ye Cheng: "..."
Ye Cheng had already automatically visualized a huge pile of scenarios: endless medicine to drink every day, endless chemotherapy to endure, endless encouraging words like "don't die" to hear, endless tears to shed... making it seem like the grand finale.
Damn it, making it sound like someone actually wanted to die!
This matter absolutely could not be known by anyone else!
This was also why, when Ye Cheng woke up during the surgery, he had the doctors wake him fully, just in time to do some "psychological building" with the doctors, get their stories straight, and conveniently delete his files from the hospital.
This way, a "perfect crime" would be completed!
But he ended up falling asleep... Alright, actually, the anesthesia kicked in. Ye Cheng burned out. When he groggily woke up, he found a certain Pink-Haired Little Cockroach calling him Grandpa Cow, crying her eyes out.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Alright, now wasn't a good time for the "King to descend from the heavens." He should wait a bit longer...
According to Ye Cheng's original plan, if no turning point appeared, he could only pretend to have amnesia and elbow the Pink-Haired Little Cockroach. Anyway, if asked, he would just say he had amnesia and couldn't remember. But then, Lowly Servant 9527 came over!
Woohoo!
Good news, a turning point appeared!
Bad news... the way the turning point was looking at him seemed a bit off?
The head maid was a bit too concerned, the kind that exceeded Ye Cheng's expectations. In that case, there was a change of plans. He needed to explain things properly. It was absolutely not because of the fruit knife resting against his neck, absolutely not!
After Ye Cheng finished talking about the dangers of cancer, this time it was the head maid's turn to fall silent. Ye Cheng's scope of knowledge was "extremely, extremely, extremely... broad." Anyway, he didn't seem like a normal person.
It was hard to imagine what kind of mental state Ye Cheng was in to actually be able to remember these things. Was this guy... really human?
After Ye Cheng finished speaking, the hospital ward quieted down. The two of them were still maintaining an "intimate" posture, the kind that would make Sister Lin stab someone if she saw it... Liar, "embracing" her brother was something that would obviously only happen in a dream!
Bitch, ahhh!!!
Die!!!
"Do you have any last words now?" the head maid spoke up, taking the initiative to break the silence.
Ye Cheng: "..."
"Do I really have to die?" Ye Cheng asked tentatively. He felt he could still be saved. Even without a system, it was just cancer; he wouldn't drop dead that quickly, right?
He could still fight it!
The head maid scoffed coldly. "Now you know how to be scared?"
Ye Cheng: "..."
No shit, you have a knife to my neck. What kind of god wouldn't be scared?
"From now on, you will stay in the hospital and receive treatment. I'll figure out a way to handle the rest..." The head maid began to arrange the subsequent matters, deciding to intervene in this situation.
She still had a few million in her dowry fund. She wondered if throwing it all in would create a miracle. If it wasn't enough, she would just have to borrow from her Madam...
The head maid didn't plan to use the company account, nor did she intend to spend her Young Miss's money. She planned to do it herself. Her money was just sitting there anyway, so she might as well do something meaningful with it, like... saving a hopeless guy.
Ye Cheng blinked. "That won't work. Staying in the hospital all the time will cause problems."
"Hmm?" The head maid raised an eyebrow, getting a bit agitated as she pressed the fruit knife closer to Ye Cheng's neck.
"Hey, hey, hey... calm down, calm down. It's not that I'm uncooperative, but it really will cause problems." Ye Cheng tried his best to persuade her. The head maid frowned, falling into deep thought as if pondering something.
After a long while.
The head maid spoke, "You don't want people to know about your cancer?"
Ye Cheng blinked. "That's exactly it."
Talking to smart people was just so easy. For the head maid to be kept around to take care of Xia Tongxin, her IQ was definitely top-tier!
"Cause problems? Heh, who do you think you are..."
"Honk! Honk!"
A deep, resounding horn suddenly blared from outside the window, interrupting the head maid. She frowned and walked to the window to check the situation outside.
A massive, dense crowd of people was surging below!
The head maid's pupils shrank. She suddenly remembered a forum post she had seen earlier. Among the wealthy young ladies who had been bewitched by this despicable social climber Ye Cheng, there were two in total. One was the only daughter of the Dongfang family, Dongfang Zhixia. The other was the young master of the Shen family, who was also the sole heir to the main branch of the Du family, Shen Qinghan.
The Du family, the Uncrowned Kings of Da Hai City a century ago, the ultimate gangster bosses...
They were among the primary dangerous figures their Young Miss was strictly forbidden from contacting. The head maid had reviewed their files in advance and was especially careful, but in the end... they still ran into them!
A mafia princess?
Seeing such a massive scene, even the head maid was somewhat shocked. She felt the terrifying presence of Da Hai City's century-old Uncrowned Kings. Who would dare pull a stunt like this in Da Hai City? Was the sky dark, or was it bright?
"What are you looking at?" Seeing the head maid standing dazed at the window for a long time, Ye Cheng climbed out of his hospital bed and stuck his head out the window to look with her.
"Holy crap, do they really use such huge setups to shoot movies these days?" Ye Cheng gasped. In this day and age, there weren't many conscientious studios willing to invest so heavily. He thought the industry was only left with brain-dead studios making money-laundering trash. He didn't expect someone to still be holding the line! Conscience and fairness!
He decided right then and there to buy a ticket to support them later... A gangster theme? Pretty interesting.
"No... they aren't shooting a movie." The head maid paused, her gaze dull and her tone somewhat mechanical, as if she hadn't yet recovered from her shock.
"Not shooting a movie?" A giant question mark popped up above Ye Cheng's head.
"That can't be right. If they aren't shooting a movie, why would they call so many people here? Isn't this gathering a crowd for a brawl? Are they that eager to eat prison food..." As Ye Cheng spoke, he activated his sharp eyes and keen ears, adjusting his fine focus knob. He rubbed his Teletubby-like fingers together, stretched them forward, closed his eyes, and suddenly opened them. Domain Expansion!
Zoom in, zoom in, and zoom in again...
The Young Miss's coldly cute face appeared right in front of Ye Cheng's eyes. As if sensing something, the Young Miss standing below frowned and looked up toward the window of Ye Cheng's hospital room.
Ye Cheng: "???"
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lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
