Another Child of Destiny

"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.