So Valuable, It Must Be Thrilling to Slaughter

【Jade Beauty Elixir】

Effects: Beautifies and nourishes the skin, whitens and rejuvenates, fights aging.

An Yi stared at the description, feeling a headache coming on.

What’s the point of this? Cosmetics? Would anyone even buy it?

Just some random stuff to smear on your face—how much money could it possibly make?!

Lost in thought, An Yi casually pulled out his phone and searched for information about cosmetics.

Then, his mind went completely blank.

Holy shit! Top-tier cosmetic companies are worth tens of billions!!!

In an instant, An Yi’s brain buzzed awake.

He suddenly remembered a lecture from his first year in university, something a professor had said.

In terms of consumer spending, the ranking goes: women > children > elderly > dogs > men!

Women account for 70-80% of total consumer spending!

How had he never realized this before?!

Well, he hadn’t fully adjusted to this world’s worldview yet. He’d forgotten that here,

women held far higher status than he’d imagined—they were the main drivers of consumption!

Damn it!

An Yi’s gaze burned as he looked at the Jade Beauty Elixir in his system.

He knew the system might be trash, but the rewards it gave were usually top-notch!

Except for that berserk skill that casually wiped out ten years of his lifespan, of course.

If it claimed to beautify and rejuvenate, the effects couldn’t be half bad.

White Angelica, Ink Orchid Root, Black Nightshade…

An Yi skimmed the recipe, frowning slightly.

With his Level 4 medical skills, most of these ingredients could be bought in the real world.

But one key ingredient—Star Grass—left him stumped. He’d never even heard of it.

He searched on his phone for a while but found nothing.

Guess I’ll have to ask a doctor.

With that thought, An Yi didn’t hesitate. He headed straight for Jiangbei City Hospital.

Some things are better left to the experts.

"Doctor, my husband—"

In the hallway of Jiangbei City Hospital, a woman in her thirties clutched the arm of a young doctor, her face tense with worry.

The young doctor forced a smile. "Don’t worry, the attending physician is Director Zheng, our hospital’s president. He’s the best—everything will be fine."

The woman exhaled slightly, but her eyes remained clouded with fear.

Nearby, several rescue workers in dusty uniforms stepped forward to comfort her.

"Don’t worry, sis. Brother Wu will pull through."

"We’ve heard of Director Zheng—he’s the top neurologist in Jiangbei City. His skills are unmatched."

On the other side of the hallway, a group of young people stood impatiently, clearly tired of waiting.

"Sorry, rescue team guys, we won’t be so reckless in the future. But we’ve got stuff to do—can we just leave?"

A bespectacled young man who looked like a refined scumbag spoke up.

"Leave? Because of you brats, Old Wu ended up like this! You little—"

One of the rescue workers, Old Chen, was so furious he lunged at the glasses-wearing punk.

"Old Chen, don’t hit him!"

"Chen, we can’t resort to violence!"

The other rescue workers quickly restrained Old Chen, whose face was flushed with rage.

Just then, the critically injured Old Wu was wheeled out of the emergency room.

"Director Zheng, my husband—"

The woman’s voice trembled as she took in Director Zheng’s grim expression. A terrible premonition gripped her.

After a long pause, Director Zheng spoke hoarsely. "Mr. Wu is out of immediate danger, but due to severe head trauma and acute brain damage, he’ll likely…"

"Become… a vegetable?" The woman’s voice shook.

Director Zheng remained silent before finally nodding with difficulty.

The woman’s vision swam. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed in a dead faint.

"Sis!"

The rescue team rushed to catch her.

"Doctor, isn’t there anything else you can do?" Old Chen asked desperately.

Director Zheng sighed.

"If Zhang Fan were here, there might be a sliver of hope. But he…"

At the mention of the name, Director Zheng’s face darkened, his hands trembling.

He’d been blind to ever trust that bastard!

"We’re really sorry things turned out this way!"

The bespectacled youth adjusted his glasses, his tone apologetic but his eyes devoid of remorse.

"This is all your fault!"

Old Chen couldn’t accept the reality of his sworn brother becoming a vegetable. His entire body shook with fury.

A blond-haired kid beside the bespectacled guy scoffed. "He fell off a cliff—how’s that our problem?"

"You—!"

Old Chen’s face turned crimson.

The other rescue workers looked just as furious.

These kids were university students.

Two days ago, they’d gone on some reckless adventure to a dangerous cliff. After getting lost at the summit, they’d called for rescue.

When help arrived, the students lied about having no water, claiming they were starving and dehydrated. The rescue team had no choice but to share half their water supply.

With several still stranded at the summit, the team had to keep climbing.

The limited water wasn’t enough. Old Wu, deprived of hydration under the scorching sun, suffered heatstroke during the climb, passed out, and fell—leading to his critical injuries.

After the rescue, the team discovered the first batch of students they’d saved were leisurely picnicking, their backpacks stuffed with water and snacks.

They weren’t dehydrated at all!

They’d even been brewing tea like it was a vacation!

"If you hadn’t lied about having no water, if we hadn’t given you our supply, Old Wu wouldn’t have collapsed from dehydration!"

Another rescue worker growled.

The only girl in the group retorted righteously, "We were just being cautious! It’s so hot—what if we ran out?"

"This is your job. If something goes wrong, are you seriously blaming us?"

"Yeah, him turning into a vegetable isn’t directly our fault. If anything, it’s because your team wasn’t professional enough!"

Hearing their shameless excuses, Old Chen and the others turned livid.

These were rough-and-tumble rescue workers, used to saving lives—not arguing with spoiled brats who spent their days stirring up drama.

"Don’t hit them. Remember who we are—look at the uniforms we’re wearing!"

One of the rescue workers gritted his teeth, barely holding back.

The others clenched their fists, eyes burning with rage, but they swallowed their fury.

The bespectacled youth, tired of pretending, dropped the act. His voice turned icy.

"You’re all just bottom-feeders anyway. We’re students at Donghai University—you know, a top-tier institution? We’re the future pillars of society. Our lives are worth way more than you grunts. Saving us was the right call."

THUD!

Out of nowhere, An Yi appeared behind him.

With a vicious kick to the back, he sent the bespectacled punk face-first into the wall, then grinned like a demon.

"If your lives are so valuable, then killing you must be pure satisfaction."