"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.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
