"Brat? What... what happened to me?"
Aunt Zhou slowly opened her eyes and looked at An Yi, asking in confusion.
Seeing Aunt Zhou regain consciousness, An Yi's eyes also turned slightly red.
He had thought they were about to be separated by life and death!
"You were attacked," An Yi said with a serious expression. "Aunt Zhou, who exactly did this to you?"
Aunt Zhou seemed momentarily lost in thought, then smiled and said, "Attacked? No, I just tripped and fell. Look at you, making such a fuss. It's just a minor injury, why did you even bring me to the hospital? Hospitals are so expensive..."
As Aunt Zhou rambled on, clearly trying to change the subject, An Yi opened his mouth but swallowed the words he was about to say.
It was obvious that Aunt Zhou didn’t want to talk about it.
"A miracle! It truly is a miracle!"
"Incredible! Traditional Chinese acupuncture is really this powerful! No wonder it's a national treasure with a five-thousand-year history!"
"I thought only brain surgery could treat this!"
"..."
The doctors, as if possessed, had flushed faces and eagerly crowded around, their eyes still filled with awe.
Who could have imagined that this young man had cured her with acupuncture? It was like something out of a fairy tale!
An Yi felt a headache coming on, his forehead dripping with cold sweat. He was already exhausted from the energy he had expended, and now being surrounded by a group of middle-aged men was just adding to his discomfort.
The technique he used to disperse the blood clot in Aunt Zhou's brain was one thing, but the real key was his internal energy!
The brain's structure is complex, and the risks involved were far greater than they appeared on the surface. The whole process had left him utterly drained. He was completely worn out!
"Young man, your medical skills are extraordinary! I’m truly impressed! I never thought I’d live to see such masterful acupuncture in my lifetime!"
The vice-principal of the hospital gazed at An Yi with admiration, as if he were looking at an idol.
Acupuncture had been his lifelong dream since childhood!
And now, witnessing An Yi’s miraculous skills, his hope had been reignited!
An Yi, however, felt a bit overwhelmed. He preferred to keep a low profile and wasn’t fond of such blatant displays of admiration. "It’s nothing special, just something I figured out on my own," he said modestly.
The vice-principal sighed contentedly. "You’re too humble. With what I’ve seen today, I no longer need to dig through books to verify the existence of such acupuncture techniques. I’ve witnessed it firsthand."
Not just the vice-principal, but the other doctors were also staring at An Yi with intense admiration.
Even Dr. Zhao, who had been quite talkative earlier, couldn’t stop praising him.
Everyone, that is, except Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan stood there, his fists clenched tightly, his entire arm trembling.
He was filled with resentment!
This should have been his moment to shine! Why had this guy stolen the spotlight?
Acupuncture?
What nonsense!
He was the one with the Medical Sign-In System! He was the chosen one!
Noticing Zhang Fan’s murderous expression, An Yi happened to catch his eye and instantly became wary.
Destiny Value: 95!
That’s right, 95! Far higher than an ordinary person’s!
Could it be that, like Lin Chen, he was also a protagonist?
How could another one pop up so soon? It had only been a few days!
An Yi’s eyes met Zhang Fan’s, and for some reason, he found the guy utterly detestable.
"Ding! 5 Destiny Points stolen! Evil Power +20!"
Stolen Destiny Points?
So, was Zhang Fan’s 95 Destiny Value a result of An Yi suppressing him?
But he hadn’t done anything!
Wait... if he kept suppressing these "chosen ones," how was he supposed to recruit them in the future?
"Ding! Reward obtained: [Nine Yang Divine Needles]!"
The system chimed, and An Yi was puzzled. The Nine Yang Divine Needles again?
Wasn’t this just rewarded to him?
Then, as he checked the system’s reward list, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy. This time, it was an actual item!
[Nine Yang Divine Needles]
Description: Forged from black iron, extremely durable.
Effect: Increases the healing effect of acupuncture by 15%!
A 15% boost to success rate!?
Even though An Yi didn’t know much about medicine, he understood how incredible this effect was.
And the set of exquisite silver needles looked quite impressive.
If things ever got tough, he could probably sell one or two for some cash!
"Doctor, here are your needles," An Yi said, handing the neatly arranged silver needles to the vice-principal.
The vice-principal looked surprised. "These needles..."
"Oh, it’s like this. When I was leaving, I saw something on the ground. When I opened it, I found a box of silver needles. Since the situation was urgent, I just used them," An Yi explained, lying through his teeth.
The vice-principal: "..."
What the hell? Did a ghost pick the lock on his medical kit?
"Well, if that’s the case, then these needles must have been destined for you. They’re clearly more useful in your hands than mine, so why don’t you keep them?"
The vice-principal smiled and pushed the needles back toward An Yi.
An Yi smiled back. "Thank you, but I already have a set. These should be returned to their rightful owner."
This guy had been eyeing his acupuncture skills from the start. If he accepted the gift, he might end up being pestered endlessly.
As everyone was leaving, An Yi took one last glance at Zhang Fan.
He had a somewhat delicate appearance, but his slightly sinister eyes betrayed a sense of resentment.
An Yi was very perceptive.
Looking for trouble? Sorry, but you’ve picked the wrong person!
Who cares if you’re the "chosen one"?
"Aunt Zhou, I’m so glad you’re okay!"
Shen Muxuan held Aunt Zhou’s hand, her voice filled with emotion.
Aunt Zhou smiled gently. "I just bumped my head, it’s nothing serious. Why are you all so worried?"
An Yi rolled his eyes. "You must have bumped yourself pretty evenly, considering the bruises all over your body."
"You brat, asking for a beating, aren’t you?" Aunt Zhou glared at him, looking like she wanted to smack him.
"What really happened?" An Yi asked seriously.
He knew full well that Aunt Zhou’s injuries were the result of an assault!
Aunt Zhou’s expression darkened, and she shook her head. "It’s really nothing. I’ll be more careful next time."
An Yi sighed. Seeing that Aunt Zhou still refused to talk, he decided to drop the subject.
After two years of living together, he knew how stubborn she could be.
If she didn’t want to say something, no one could make her.
For a patient who had just regained consciousness, rest was the most important thing.
An Yi asked Shen Muxuan to look after Aunt Zhou while he went out to buy some food.
It was already 1 a.m., but the hospital was still brightly lit.
Just outside the ward, the sound of a soft, delicate voice crying on the phone caught An Yi’s attention.
"Uncle, can you lend me 200,000 yuan?"
The girl, who had a strikingly pure and beautiful appearance, was crying uncontrollably, her voice filled with desperation.
An Yi raised an eyebrow. He recognized her!
She was the girl he had met on the bus that morning!
Her name was Lan Ruoxi.
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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.
