"Have you gathered enough for the surgery fees yet? The illness can’t be delayed," Zhang Fan asked nonchalantly.
The surgery would cost at least over 200,000 yuan.
If he were to step in and treat it himself, it would be a massive favor.
At this thought, Zhang Fan glanced at Lan Ruoxi’s striking face and allowed a faint smirk to curl his lips.
Lan Ruoxi clenched her fingers until her knuckles turned white, anxiety lacing her voice as she pleaded, "Doctor, please examine my mother’s condition."
Though her mother claimed to feel much better, Lan Ruoxi’s heart still trembled with unease.
Zhang Fan briefly checked Liu Yuefen’s tongue coating and complexion before his expression shifted to disbelief. "She’s already recovered?"
Lan Ruoxi’s beautiful eyes instantly lit up.
She was really cured?!
"Mom, did you hear that? The doctor said you’re fine!"
Lan Ruoxi threw herself into Liu Yuefen’s arms, tears streaming down her face like pear blossoms in the rain.
Liu Yuefen chuckled softly, patting her daughter’s back. "Silly girl, why cry when we should be celebrating?"
"Impossible! That’s impossible!"
Zhang Fan looked as if he’d seen a ghost.
"Tell me, what happened to your mother recently? This kind of illness doesn’t just heal on its own," he insisted firmly.
"Nothing out of the ordinary..."
Lan Ruoxi trailed off, her pupils suddenly contracting as a memory surfaced.
Last night, a shadowy figure had slipped into their hospital room—she wasn’t sure what they’d done.
Her thoughts raced as she forced herself to stay composed.
The image of that young man from last night grew clearer in her mind.
"Doctor, could I check the hospital’s hallway surveillance footage?" Lan Ruoxi asked seriously.
Zhang Fan nodded. "Of course, I can help with that."
"Thank you, Doctor! You’re such a kind person!"
A pure, radiant smile graced her lips.
Zhang Fan swallowed hard. Innocent yet alluring—this must be what they meant by a "pure-yet-seductive" girl.
He could feel it—love was coming his way.
Meanwhile, Lan Ruoxi’s cheeks flushed slightly as she recalled the figure from last night.
It had to be him. There was no doubt!
"Ding! Oppressing the Son of Destiny has reduced his Destiny Points by 5. Host’s Villain Points +20!"
Still half-asleep, An Yi groggily awoke to the system’s notification ringing in his ears.
"What’s going on? Why did my Villain Points suddenly increase?"
He was utterly baffled.
He hadn’t done anything!
At this rate, Zhang Fan—who hadn’t even clashed with An Yi yet—had already lost 10 Destiny Points, dropping to 90.
If his Destiny Points fell to an average person’s level, An Yi’s mission would be complete.
"An Yi, you’re awake! Auntie Zhou needs help moving to another ward. Come on!" Shen Muxuan waved at him, her smile bright.
Auntie Zhou’s condition had stabilized, and now she only needed observation. She no longer required a private room.
"She can walk now, right? It’s good for patients to move around a bit."
"Stop yapping! Am I the patient here or are you? Get to work!"
An Yi carried some luggage to the entrance of another ward—then froze.
So did the people inside.
Inside the room were two figures: an elderly man he didn’t recognize and a young man who was unmistakably Lin Chen!
This couldn’t be a coincidence!
Their eyes locked, an invisible tension crackling between them.
"What are you doing here?" Lin Chen demanded coldly.
An Yi scoffed. "Do I need to report to you? Does this hospital belong to you?"
"You—!"
Lin Chen’s expression darkened.
For some reason, An Yi irritated him beyond just yesterday’s basketball defeat.
"Such fiery tempers in the young! Barely met and already butting heads," the elderly man—frail-looking and unremarkable—chimed in cheerfully, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
He was the old man Lin Chen had supposedly "knocked down" in the park, now hospitalized.
"An Yi, who’s this?" Shen Muxuan peeked inside, sensing the hostility.
An Yi shrugged. "No idea."
Lin Chen snorted and crossed his arms, refusing to engage.
"Tsk tsk. Grudges are best dissolved, not deepened. If you’re so worked up, why not settle it with a fight?" The old man grinned mischievously.
An Yi gaped at him.
This geezer was trouble!
"Hey, feeling any better?" Lin Chen asked gruffly.
The old man feigned exhaustion, waving a wrinkled hand with a dramatic sigh. "At my age, your punch hit too hard. I don’t think I’ll recover."
Lin Chen: "..."
An Yi gasped theatrically. "Bro Lin, you punched this poor old man? My, my, bodyguards these days are brutal!"
Ignoring the jab, Lin Chen turned away.
Seizing the opportunity, An Yi took the old man’s hand with righteous fervor. "Don’t worry, Grandpa! If anyone dares lay a finger on you, just tell me. I’ve got your back!"
"Oh, young man, you’re a true saint!" The old man clutched An Yi’s hand, eyes brimming with tears.
An Yi chuckled modestly. "It’s nothing, really."
The scene was surreal.
Beside them, Shen Muxuan rubbed her arms, her skin crawling.
"Though... perhaps a roast chicken might speed up my recovery," the old man mused gravely.
"Fine. But if you keep making demands after this, I’m done with you," Lin Chen growled before storming out.
As he passed An Yi, their shoulders collided sharply.
In that instant, their eyes met—and both struck simultaneously.
Shen Muxuan yelped, "Stop! Stop fighting!"
A fist met an elbow.
The impact sent both staggering back a step, a surge of energy reverberating between them.
"You got stronger?"
An Yi and Lin Chen stared at each other in disbelief.
In just one day, both had grown significantly.
Lin Chen had unlocked his inner energy after his recent breakthrough.
An Yi, meanwhile, had discovered his while practicing the Nine Yang Needle technique.
Watching this unfold, the old man’s playful gaze sharpened into something far more serious.
Both of them had reached the Ming Jin stage!
In an instant, the old man stroked his chin, deep in thought.
He was indeed a martial artist—and a formidable one at that.
At the lakeside park, he’d crossed paths with Lin Chen and, recognizing his potential, decided to test his character. If Lin Chen proved worthy, the old man intended to take him as a disciple.
Martial artists only grew shrewder with age.
He could tell Lin Chen had reached the Ming Jin stage without a master—a rare genius.
Yet today, he’d encountered another self-taught prodigy.
Two in one day?!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
