[Hospital] is not a proper hospital, but the East District Clinic is indeed a proper medical institution that treats illnesses and saves lives.
Room 505 on the 5th floor.
Chen Miemie and Xi walked in, carrying fruits and drinks.
There were only two people in the ward.
A blonde, red-eyed boy lying on the hospital bed, and Cassan sitting to the side.
Seeing a stranger enter, the boy was a bit puzzled at first. Then, as if he noticed something, he revealed a slightly frightened expression.
Cassan didn't exchange pleasantries with the two, cutting straight to the point:
"You want to find Dawn to be your teacher? But I think you're a troublemaker, and you'll end up hurting her in the future."
In the mystic circles, people kept secrets from one another. There weren't many close relationships; a partner counted as one, and a teacher counted as at least half of one.
As long as they had a good relationship, a teacher would generally offer some help if their student ran into trouble.
Chen Miemie was afraid of riddlers who hid their words, but he was least afraid of those who spoke their minds directly.
"Master's wife, if you agree to let me become her apprentice, I will help create opportunities for you in the future, and you will be a teacher too."
The amount of information in this sentence was too much, and the people in the ward couldn't respond for a moment.
"Don't talk nonsense. It doesn't matter to me, but if you ruin Dawn's reputation, let alone taking you as an apprentice, Dawn will probably hunt you down."
Cassan spoke vicious words, but she sat as steady as Mount Tai, with no intention of getting up to teach him a lesson.
Chen Miemie immediately knew what was going on in his heart: I admit that there was a bit of a gamble in that sentence just now, but now I see it very clearly.
"Master's wife, there are no outsiders here. Teacher Dawn's excellence cannot be hidden. There will always be crazy bees and butterflies flocking to her. Teacher is fully focused on improving her strength, how can she be tied down by these trivial matters?"
Chen Miemie paused slightly and found that Cassan had no intention of stopping him, so he continued:
"Every time these things happen, it's not a solution for you to always step in and stop them, and there are still people gossiping behind your backs. If I'm here, it'll be different. I'll be responsible for driving them all away!"
A smile flashed across Cassan's face, but she quickly hid it.
"You guy, you're not old, but you have a lot of schemes."
"Not at all, I'm just telling the truth."
"Well, this is my younger brother Kaveh. He hasn't been good since he was a child, and he even learned to fight outside like others."
Chen Miemie raised his eyebrows: "Kaveh, who hit you? To strike so heavily, it's simply outrageous. You can get hurt in a fight, but you can't lose. I'll help you."
Kaveh lay on the bed and said weakly: "I won the fight. I had a dispute with a classmate, and I've already beaten him into submission."
"That's not bad. It seems you killed ten thousand enemies but lost eight thousand of your own."
"I basically didn't get hurt fighting my classmate."
"Then what's this?"
"I was put into the clinic by my sister."
Chen Miemie, Xi: ......
Cassan's face flushed slightly: "Just lie down properly. You talk too much. Aren't I here to take care of you?"
Then she turned to Chen Miemie: "Remember what you said. You can go now."
Chen Miemie and Xi walked out of the clinic.
"Is this master's wife of mine so violent? She's so ruthless even to her own people."
Xi shook her head: "No, Cassan is the gentlest person in the whole society. She never hits anyone."
"Oh?" Chen Miemie became interested. He had always thought that this stumbling block on his path to finding a teacher was a violent person.
"Cassan's codename is [Critical Point Dancer]. Do you know what that means?"
Chen Miemie shook his head.
"The so-called critical point is to perceive the 'threshold' of all things. She can give a gentle push to turn a 99% success rate into 100% or 0%."
"Can you explain it in more layman's terms?"
"She always whispers 'just a little bit more' at critical moments, and then either success or failure occurs. Outsiders call her a [Jinx] or a [Miracle Bringer].
It seems Kaveh was sent to the clinic because she said, 'That was close, you almost got seriously injured in the fight.'"
"Probabilities again. It feels a bit similar to your ability."
"The difference is actually quite big, but it's a bit complicated to explain."
"Forget it if it's complicated. By the way, let's go find my real teacher Dawn next."
"I won't accompany you for this. A friendly reminder: you mentioned violence just now. This Dawn is one of the most violent people in our entire society."
"Then forget it, I'll go find her tonight instead. Where are you going? I'll give you a ride."
"Sure, take me to the [Faded Gallery]."
The ahoge on Chen Miemie's head turned into a question mark.
Of course, he wasn't curious about everything. He didn't ask for details about a gallery that was obviously aimed at the painter profession.
"To the [Faded Gallery]." Chen Miemie said to the sedan chair, but he didn't get in with Xi.
The sedan chair, an experienced driver, knew places that Chen Miemie didn't know. According to it, there were very few places it didn't know.
"Hmm? You're not coming up?"
"No, I ran into an acquaintance and have something to do temporarily. You go ahead. This sedan chair will wait for you where you get off and take you home when you're done."
"Okay, goodbye."
Following the direction of the figure he had just seen, Chen Miemie walked into the clinic again.
The patient activity center in the clinic's backyard.
A young patient sat in a wheelchair, basking in the sun on the grass.
The silver afternoon sun shone on her, slightly warm. A gentle breeze blew, making it so comfortable that the patient in the wheelchair wanted to take a nap.
Just as the patient closed her eyes to rest, she suddenly felt the light seem to be blocked.
She opened her eyes.
Her pupils suddenly contracted.
Chen Miemie stood in front of her, blocking the sunlight, and greeted her with a smile:
"Ash, long time no see."
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.”
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
