Jiangbei City Municipal Hospital.
Ms. Zhou, the landlady, lay on the hospital bed, her face covered in bruises, her arms mottled with purple and blue. She was severely injured.
An Yi stood nearby, his expression icy, his entire body radiating a chilling aura.
"Are you Ms. Zhou's son? We just received the report. Ms. Zhou was attacked by assailants. She's out of danger now, but her brain suffered a heavy blow. It's likely that..."
The doctor trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid.
His meaning was clear—the landlady might not wake up.
"Who did this?"
An Yi's piercing gaze locked onto the doctor as he asked the question.
The doctor took a step back, his legs trembling slightly.
What a terrifying look! In that instant, a cold sweat broke out on his back.
"Sir, please calm down. The authorities are already investigating this matter. I'm sure we'll have news soon," the doctor stammered, his voice shaking.
Though the young man before him was youthful, his murderous intent was overwhelming. The doctor was now worried about his own safety.
"An Yi..."
Shen Muxuan gently tugged at An Yi's sleeve, her eyes red.
An Yi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself.
He had been in this world for two years now.
It was Ms. Zhou who had saved his life, taken him in, and given him a place to belong in this unfamiliar world.
Over the past two years, her care had made her feel like family to him.
"I'm sorry, Doctor. Please do everything you can to treat her. Money is not an issue. I beg you!"
An Yi bowed deeply, speaking earnestly.
Shen Muxuan quickly followed suit, bowing alongside him.
The doctor shook his head and sighed. "But... I can't do anything more. Wait—perhaps there's someone who can. Director Zheng from the provincial hospital has been transferred to Jiangbei City for an exchange program. He specializes in cranial surgery. Let me ask him. Please wait."
With that, the doctor hurried out of the room.
Seeing An Yi's grim expression, Shen Muxuan held his hand and said softly, "Don't worry. There will be a way. Aunt Zhou is a good person. She'll pull through."
An Yi's throat felt dry. He nodded slightly, his fists clenched tightly.
Meanwhile, in the emergency room of the municipal hospital.
The operating table.
The surgery was halfway through, but progress was unusually difficult.
Director Zheng, his face slightly aged and covered in sweat, found this operation far more challenging than he had anticipated.
The patient was bleeding profusely, and the tumor in the brain had yet to be successfully removed.
After standing for a long time, Director Zheng took a step back, breathing heavily from exhaustion, a look of sorrow on his face.
He knew all too well that the patient was beyond saving.
The mortality rate for such cranial surgeries was extremely high. Even a miracle wouldn't be enough.
"Let's stop. You've all done your best," Director Zheng said, waving his hand wearily.
"Director Zheng, I'd like to try."
A clear, confident voice rang out beside him.
Director Zheng turned, puzzled, to look at the young man next to him.
This young man was an intern at the hospital, chosen as his assistant due to his outstanding academic performance and exceptional medical skills.
Peering through his thick protective glasses, Director Zheng studied the young man's clear, determined eyes. He pursed his lips and asked, "What are the odds of success?"
"Sixty percent," the young intern replied earnestly.
"Director Zheng!"
Several nurses nearby grew anxious.
Though the situation seemed hopeless, allowing an intern to take over such a critical operation could lead to serious consequences if word got out.
"Saving lives is a doctor's duty. I've reached my limit, but if there's even the slightest chance to save the patient, I won't let it slip. Let him take over. I'll take full responsibility," Director Zheng declared firmly.
The nurses fell silent, though they exchanged uneasy glances.
The young intern, barely in his twenties, had already achieved remarkable success in the medical field by assisting in surgeries.
Now, with even Director Zheng unable to complete the operation, he was stepping forward to take charge!
"Forceps," the young intern said calmly.
A nurse reluctantly handed them over.
He took them and continued the surgery.
What followed left everyone in the operating room stunned.
Director Zheng was utterly astonished.
The tumor he had failed to remove was now being handled with such ease and precision by the young man.
The scalpel moved like a brush painting on rice paper, each stroke meticulous and precise.
Director Zheng was dumbfounded.
Could human skill really reach such a level?
"Done. Now it's just a matter of suturing," the young intern said, letting out a slight sigh of relief.
This surgery had been more challenging than he expected, and his suturing skills were mediocre.
"Ding! Day 6 check-in complete. Reward: [World-Class Suturing Experience]!"
Hearing the voice in his head, the intern smiled faintly.
Just when he needed it most, the system delivered.
The reward for the sixth day was even more generous than he had imagined!
What followed made Director Zheng feel as though he had wasted decades of his life.
The catgut suture, under the intern's needle, seemed to come alive. His movements were swift yet precise, each stitch flawless and perfect.
Even the nurses were awestruck by the intern's extraordinary skill.
Two hours later, the surgery was successfully completed.
Director Zheng walked out of the operating room in a daze.
For the last two hours, he had been reduced to an assistant, merely supporting the young man.
"Young man, what's your name?" Director Zheng couldn't help but ask.
The young intern removed his protective glasses, revealing a delicate, slightly androgynous face.
"My name is Zhang Fan," he said with a faint smile.
Zhang Fan...
Director Zheng shook his head.
The name wasn't familiar, but this young man was no ordinary talent. Having encountered him, Director Zheng was determined not to let such a gem go unnoticed.
"Director Zheng is truly the pride of Jiangbei City's medical community. Only someone of his caliber could handle such a surgery."
"Late-stage brain tumors are practically incurable. It's a medical miracle that Director Zheng pulled it off."
Upon hearing the news of the successful surgery, doctors from the municipal hospital flocked in, showering Director Zheng with praise.
The more they praised him, the more Director Zheng felt embarrassed.
It was all Zhang Fan's doing, but he couldn't say a word.
While Zhang Fan's skills were extraordinary, letting an intern perform such a major surgery would have dire consequences if it became known.
"Director Zheng! Director Zheng!"
The doctor who had spoken to An Yi earlier came running in, out of breath. "There's another patient with a severe cranial injury. Their life is in danger. What should we do?"
The other doctors in the room frowned.
This was supposed to be a time for celebration. Who was this guy barging in and ruining the mood?
Director Zheng waved his hand. "Dr. Xu Yi is right. The patient comes first. Save the congratulations for later."
Then, he turned to Zhang Fan and said solemnly, "Zhang Fan, this surgery is yours to handle."
His words left everyone in the room stunned.
A major surgery that even the experienced doctors in the hospital found daunting was about to be handed over to an intern?
Zhang Fan's lips curved into a peculiar smile as he solemnly replied, "Alright!"
He was desperate for an opportunity—a chance to prove himself and rise to prominence!
Medical ethics?
Sorry, but he had no such thing!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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.
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!
