When An Yi suddenly appeared, everyone was stunned.
Where the hell did this guy come from?
He just started hitting people out of nowhere?!
The bespectacled young man, who had been kicked, felt like his bones were shattered, his vision swimming with stars. Furious, he shouted, "Why the hell are you hitting me? Do I even know you?!"
An Yi sneered arrogantly, "I don’t need a reason to beat someone up!"
Of course, he hadn’t used much force—otherwise, it wouldn’t have been any fun.
"Filthy peasant!"
The bespectacled student, noticing An Yi’s flip-flops, cheap streetwear, and overall delinquent demeanor, seethed with anger and tried to get up to fight back.
Before he could even rise, An Yi suddenly appeared behind him and stomped on his back, pressing him back down. With a sinister grin, An Yi taunted, "I just wanted to see what makes your life so damn precious!"
The rescue team members were dumbfounded by An Yi’s actions.
But the young doctor’s eyes lit up with excitement instead.
"Let Zhang Yang go!"
The blond-haired student and another classmate, though clearly intimidated, gritted their teeth and charged at An Yi.
They were just students, raised in sheltered environments—they’d never encountered a scoundrel like An Yi before.
An Yi extended his fingers and struck like lightning, jabbing at pressure points on their ribs.
A skill derived from his medical expertise—acupressure!
This wasn’t like in the movies where people got paralyzed—he didn’t know if that was even real, and he certainly couldn’t do it.
But hitting the right spots to cause excruciating pain and temporary paralysis? That he could manage.
The blond and his friend howled like slaughtered pigs, collapsing to the ground in agony, twitching uncontrollably.
"Damn it, this is a society ruled by law! You thug—"
Before Zhang Yang could finish, An Yi pressed his flip-flop against his head, smashing his face into the floor and breaking his nose.
An Yi grinned. "You’ve got a sharp tongue! If you already know I’m a thug, why bother preaching to me?"
"Stop fighting, stop fighting! This is a hospital—you can’t fight here!"
The young doctor flailed his arms, shouting uselessly without actually intervening.
"Yang!"
The girl, seeing her boyfriend pinned underfoot, glared at An Yi. "We’re students of Donghai University! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!"
Mentioning Donghai University, she lifted her chin like a proud peacock.
An Yi paused.
Same school?
What a damn disgrace.
"Guess schools only filter out idiots, not scumbags," An Yi mused philosophically, still grinding Zhang Yang’s face into the floor.
Zhang Yang, cheek pressed against the tiles, snarled at the rescue team members, "Aren’t you supposed to serve the people?! Why the hell are you just standing there?! This bastard is assaulting us—are you all blind?!"
The rescue team members, who had initially considered stepping in, now looked displeased.
"They’re a rescue team, not your personal bodyguards. Here’s a tip—call the Law Enforcement Bureau for this kind of thing."
An Yi hauled Zhang Yang up like a chicken and flashed a smile at the rescue team. "Sorry, folks. We’re just classmates messing around. Don’t mind us."
With that, he grabbed the blond and the other student, dragging all three away.
"Let go! We’re Donghai University students!"
"What a coincidence—so am I!"
"You’re going to jail! We’ve already reported you!"
"Sorry, the Law Enforcement Bureau just got demolished. They’re a little busy right now."
An Yi stopped in front of the lone girl.
"I—I barely know them! They dragged me into this expedition!"
Trembling, she put on a pitiful act, batting her eyelashes. "I’m a girl… you can’t hit me."
An Yi smirked. "Says who?"
The girl froze.
"I’ve got no morals!"
"Morals can’t shackle me!"
With that, An Yi marched off, dragging Zhang Yang and the others behind him.
The girl’s smug face was soon swollen like a pig’s head.
After a dazed moment, she burst into tears and ran off, clutching her face.
What An Yi did to them in the bathroom remained a mystery.
But for someone who’d once shoved a live rat up someone’s ass, torture was second nature.
One rescue team member bit their lip. "Is… this okay?"
Sure, it felt satisfying to watch, but still…
Old Chen scratched his head. "Should we check on them?"
The young doctor chuckled, blocking their path. "Don’t worry, that’s Dr. An. I know him—he’s a very reasonable, kind man. No need to be concerned."
Director Zheng’s eyes widened. "Wait—An? You mean…?"
"That’s right!"
The young doctor—Xu Yi—beamed. "Dr. An is a miracle worker. With him here, Old Wu will pull through!"
"That young guy’s really that good?!"
"Thank heavens! I knew Wu would be fine—good people always get their luck!"
An Yi emerged from the bathroom, refreshed.
Xu Yi, who’d been waiting, hurried over. "Dr. An! Dr. An!"
"Oh, Dr. Xu."
An Yi glanced at him.
This was the same doctor who’d treated Aunt Zhou—Xu Yi.
Xu Yi flushed with excitement. "You actually remember my name?!"
"Nope. But your badge says it."
An Yi grinned. "Still, you did great with Aunt Zhou last time."
"Ah, it was nothing…"
Xu Yi fidgeted before hesitantly adding, "Dr. An, we have a patient in a comatose state—similar to Zhou Chuanfang’s case. Head trauma. Would you…?"
An Yi raised a brow, amused. "No need to be so formal. Healing the sick is our duty as doctors."
Xu Yi nearly jumped for joy. "Thank you, Dr. An! Thank you!"
"But I do charge."
"Of course, of course!"
By the bedside, An Yi wiped sweat from his pale face, carefully retracting the silver needles. He exhaled heavily.
This treatment had drained him.
And it had taken half the damn day!
At his rates, that was 100,000 yuan a day.
Not exactly a get-rich-quick scheme—unless he found another big fish like Qiu Xu’s dad.
On the bed lay Old Wu, a rugged man in his thirties and a member of the rescue team. His color had improved significantly since the fall.
"Come in. He’s stable now."
An Yi stored the Nine Yang Divine Needles back into his system.
Old Wu’s wife and Old Chen rushed in, tense at the sight of his unconscious form.
"Dr. An, my husband…?" the woman asked, voice trembling.
"His injuries were severe. It’ll take a day or two for him to wake up," An Yi said calmly.
Just then, Old Chen gasped. "Look! His fingers moved!"
"He really did! A miracle! Old Wu’s recovering!"
"Incredible! The doctor’s a genius!"
The woman wept, wiping her tears. "Dr. An, thank you for saving my husband. Our family… we’ll never forget your kindness."
"Don’t thank me yet."
An Yi rubbed his temples at their gratitude. "I did say I charge."
"Yes, yes, we understand. Whatever your consultation fee is, we'll scrape together every penny to pay you back."
An Yi casually picked up an apple from the table, tossed it lightly, then tucked it into his pocket. Turning away, he waved a dismissive hand at the crowd behind him.
"We're even now!"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
