This is insane!
The doctors present were still in shock.
Even the most experienced doctors in the hospital were at a loss, and now they were letting an intern take over?
Was he being set up to take the fall?
Hmm… maybe! But it seemed too clumsy.
Director Zheng had his reasons for arranging this. He knew Zhang Fan had the skills, but he needed a stage to showcase them.
And Director Zheng wanted to give Zhang Fan an opportunity—a chance to make a name for himself!
In the ward.
An Yi stared at the heart monitor, his anxiety growing with each passing second.
As time went by, Aunt Zhou's electrocardiogram was becoming increasingly flat.
"Doctor! Where's the doctor?!"
An Yi clenched his teeth.
He knew that any further delay could cost Aunt Zhou her life!
"An Yi, calm down! The doctor will be here soon."
Shen Muxuan grabbed his arm, biting her lower lip.
An Yi stared blankly at Aunt Zhou, who lay unconscious, and frantically ran his hands through his hair.
To him, Aunt Zhou was like family.
This feeling of helplessness was unbearable!
He had a system… but what good was a "Villain System"?
To go out and cause trouble?
Wait…
An Yi suddenly thought of something and quickly opened the system's control panel.
Sure enough, there was a reward waiting for him—an Emergency Pill!
It was a reward from a street brawl mission he had completed earlier. He had almost forgotten about it.
【Emergency Pill】
Effect: Used for emergency situations, delays death by one day!
Delaying death!
This was absolutely a miracle drug! For someone in desperate need, its value was immeasurable!
But with Aunt Zhou's life hanging by a thread, he couldn't afford to hesitate. He immediately clicked on the Emergency Pill in the panel.
In an instant, a small vial appeared in An Yi's hand.
Without a second thought, An Yi took out the emerald-green pill from the vial, crushed it into powder, and poured it into Aunt Zhou's mouth.
The effect of the Emergency Pill was almost instantaneous!
Aunt Zhou's complexion visibly improved, her pale skin gradually regaining its color.
An Yi let out a slight sigh of relief.
With an extra day bought, he now had to find a solution!
An Yi scrolled through the Villain System's panel, feeling utterly exasperated.
Because he had found a way to save her!
He had unlocked a new profession—【Healer】!
An Yi had never been one to hoard Villain Points. He had 100 points saved up, unsure of how to use them.
Now, he poured all of them into the Healer profession, and the level of this secondary profession skyrocketed.
"Ding! Congratulations, host. Profession level upgraded to 【Healer Lv2】!"
"Ding! Congratulations, host. Profession level upgraded to 【Healer Lv3】!"
"Ding! Congratulations, host. Profession level upgraded to 【Healer Lv4】!"
With 100 Villain Points spent, An Yi's Healer profession had reached level 4!
This was already quite high!
After all, his most advanced skill, "Cloud-Hand Technique," was only at level 4!
"Ding! Congratulations, host. Profession level has reached Lv4. Reward: 【Nine Yang Acupuncture】!"
The system's voice startled An Yi.
It was gifting him a set of acupuncture techniques!
Anything from the system was bound to be top-notch. Just look at the Cloud-Hand Technique—it was definitely powerful!
"Muxuan, you go… never mind, I'll do it myself. Keep an eye on Aunt Zhou."
An Yi spoke quickly and rushed out the door.
A moment later, he returned with a box of silver needles.
"Where did you get those?"
Shen Muxuan looked curiously at the box of needles in An Yi's hand.
"Found them."
An Yi replied casually. "Don't worry about that. Keep watch at the door. I can't be disturbed."
"Okay!"
Shen Muxuan nodded earnestly.
Though she didn't know what An Yi was planning, she trusted that he had his reasons!
An Yi took out a silver needle, took a deep breath, and cleared his mind.
He had no prior experience with medicine, so the priority was to quickly master the Nine Yang Acupuncture technique now embedded in his mind.
After a few calming breaths, An Yi picked up the needle and gently placed it on Aunt Zhou's wrist.
This first needle seemed to signal the start.
In an instant, An Yi's hands moved swiftly, and soon Aunt Zhou's arm was covered in a dense array of needles.
Then, he moved to her head.
Outside Aunt Zhou's ward.
Zhang Fan and several doctors had just arrived.
"Huh? That's strange. My medical kit was tampered with!"
"Who would bother breaking into your kit? It's just a bunch of old stuff!"
"What do you know? Those are traditional Chinese medical tools. They could be considered antiques!"
The doctors chatted as they walked toward Aunt Zhou's ward.
They were there to watch the show.
The news that Director Zheng had assigned Zhang Fan to perform the surgery had spread, and they wanted to see just how capable this intern was.
"Sorry, no one is allowed inside for now!"
Shen Muxuan stood at the door, blocking Zhang Fan and the others.
Zhang Fan was momentarily taken aback by Shen Muxuan's stunning beauty.
Her looks were truly one in a million!
"Miss, I'm the doctor from earlier," Xu Yi said, somewhat confused.
Why was he being stopped outside?
Shen Muxuan widened her eyes, putting on an adorable yet fierce expression. "An Yi is saving Aunt Zhou. No one is allowed in!"
"You're not letting the doctors in? Are you serious, young lady?"
An older attending physician adjusted his glasses, incredulous.
The patient was in critical condition, and yet they were being barred from entering?
Was this girl some kind of saboteur?
Shen Muxuan glanced back at An Yi, who was busy with the needles, and nodded firmly. "Yes, no one is allowed in!"
"Hey, listen…"
The attending physician was about to argue when the vice president, who had earlier complained about his kit being tampered with, stopped him.
"Dr. Zhao, let's wait and see."
The vice president spoke gravely, his eyes fixed on An Yi, who was fully focused on the acupuncture.
The skill and precision of An Yi's needlework left him in awe.
"This… this kid knows acupuncture? Isn't that just a bunch of hocus pocus?"
Dr. Zhao also noticed and couldn't hide his astonishment.
In this world, traditional Chinese medicine's theories about acupuncture points had long been dismissed as superstition, no more credible than witchcraft.
Yet here was someone actually using acupuncture!
An Yi paid no attention to the outside world.
The knowledge of the Nine Yang Acupuncture flooded his mind.
It felt as though it had always been a part of him. The human body's acupuncture points, muscles, and bones were now an open book to him.
At that moment, An Yi's eyes gleamed with clarity.
He had found the root cause of Aunt Zhou's condition!
His hands moved even faster, the needles flying like butterflies.
Watching An Yi's nimble fingers, the vice president trembled with excitement.
This was authentic acupuncture!
In this day and age, such a rare skill still existed!
"Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous! Who still believes in acupuncture in this day and age? Fine, let him do his thing. It's got nothing to do with our hospital anyway!"
Dr. Zhao muttered disdainfully, his face full of scorn.
To him, traditional Chinese medicine was nothing but unsubstantiated quackery!
At that moment, An Yi slowly withdrew his hands.
"It's over!"
An Yi let out a long sigh of relief.
What was over?
The others were still trying to process what had just happened.
Aunt Zhou, who had been lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened her eyes.
The next moment!
Everyone was stunned.
The intracranial hemorrhage—had it really been cured by this young man's acupuncture?
Seeing this, Zhang Fan's eyes flashed with a venomous glare, and his fists clenched tightly.
According to the usual script, shouldn't he have been the one to seize this opportunity, save the patient on the brink of death, and astonish the entire city hospital?
Who the hell was this guy who had suddenly appeared and ruined everything?
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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!
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.
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.
