"No need, no need."
Zhou Luo hurriedly declined Zhuang Bing's kindness.
His injury looked scary, but it was nothing serious anymore.
At least it wouldn't affect his ability to treat others.
Besides, what if he was outmaneuvered by another protagonist, Ye Feng?
He dared not guarantee that Ye Feng wouldn't kill his way out of seclusion, especially when his script kept failing him.
It was better to secure his protagonist points as soon as possible, the right way.
"Are you really okay?"
Zhuang Bing asked embarrassingly.
Zhou Luo's face looked too frightening.
For one patient to treat another patient, the scene was quite bizarre.
"It's fine, it's fine. You can go in and rest assured. I'll take care of my wound and treat you."
Zhou Luo's condition wasn't good either.
Dirt and stains covered his body.
He looked like a bloody patient who had just walked out of a garbage dump.
It would seem too unprofessional if he treated others like this.
Wash hands, wash face, disinfect, change clothes.
Put on a white coat and stethoscope.
The feel came all at once.
Zhou Luo put on a mask and gloves, and entered the makeshift medical tent.
"Is the test report ready?"
As soon as he entered, Zhou Luo got into character.
That's how it's done on TV.
"Yes, yes, it's ready."
The little secretary hastily brought out a stack of X-rays.
"Oh, sorry, I've watched too much TV... Oh no, force of habit, I don't actually need these."
Zhou Luo almost slipped out.
Besides, he was a master of both Chinese and Western medicine, so he had no need for such things.
Just by looking, smelling, inquiring and pulse-taking, he could roughly understand the condition.
Moreover, he had already seen the treatment plan for this disease in the script.
It's a pity there were no unique acupuncture techniques, or he could have cured the patient in a short time like Ling Feng.
Without unique acupuncture skills, Zhou Luo could only use basic acupuncture to treat the patient.
Puncture
I puncture
I puncture puncture puncture
Zhou Luo unleashed a furious barrage of needles on Zhuang Bing, who lay on a board.
Needles up
"Poof."
A mouthful of black, clotted blood gushed out from Zhuang Bing's mouth.
"It's done. When you come out later, I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Stick to the full course, and you'll recover completely."
Zhou Luo put away his silver needles and said indifferently.
If acupuncture wasn't enough, he would make up for it with medication.
The effects would be about the same, anyway.
"Help clean up your boss."
Zhou Luo took off his gloves and mask and was about to leave.
"Ah..."
Zhuang Bing let out a heart-wrenching scream.
"Boss, boss, what's wrong? You can't die on me, how will I live without you, my great boss..."
Following Zhuang Bing's shouts came the little secretary's cries.
Zhou Luo quickly turned around.
But Zhuang Bing had already turned pale and lay motionless on the board.
Fresh blood gushed out around him.
"Move aside, move aside."
Zhou Luo pushed the little secretary away.
No breathing
No pulse
No heartbeat
All signs of life indicated that the person lying there was dead.
This...
This...
How was this possible?
Zhou Luo stumbled back in disbelief and tripped over a small pit, falling on his bottom.
"Call the police, we need to call the police."
The little secretary rushed out of the tent and into the police station at the entrance.
When the officers came in, they could only see Zhou Luo sitting dazed on the ground.
Muttering, "Impossible, impossible, how could this be?"
"It was him, he killed my boss."
The little secretary pointed her slender finger at Zhou Luo on the ground.
One officer approached Zhuang Bing, carefully examined him, and silently shook his head at the others.
"This gentleman..."
The officer looked at Zhou Luo, who had just been beaten, and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Impossible, impossible, could it be that only they can succeed?"
Zhou Luo said some incomprehensible words on the ground.
At least the comrades didn't understand a single word.
Fortunately, Zhou Luo wasn't alone in the fight.
"Hello, officer, our boss Zhou has a medical license."
"I think this death may have been a medical accident."
"After all, we have no grudge against this Mr. Zhuang, and it was our first meeting."
Soon, one of Zhou Luo's subordinates in black presented a stack of certificates to the police.
The officers quickly verified that they indeed belonged to Zhou Luo.
"This... this young lady, about your boss..."
Since it was a medical accident, the question turned back to Zhuang Bing's little secretary.
After all, patient deaths were normal occurrences.
You couldn't blame the doctor entirely.
As long as he tried his best...
"I don't care, a life for a life, it's only natural."
The little secretary seemed to have lost her mind, baring her teeth and trying to pounce on Zhou Luo.
Fortunately, she was stopped by the police in time.
One officer gestured to Zhou Luo's subordinates.
The men in black immediately took the order and carried Zhou Luo out.
Indeed, after Zhou Luo was out of sight.
The little secretary struggled for a while, then hugged Zhuang Bing and wailed.
"Miss. If you do have objections to your boss's death, you can request a medical examination."
A female officer couldn't bear to watch the grieving little secretary, and offered a suggestion.
"Enough, enough, it must have been fate. The boss had an incurable lung disease and was nearing his end anyway. Does it make a difference if he died sooner or later?"
The little secretary calmed down and waved her hand, saying.
"Well... please accept our condolences."
The officers bowed and withdrew from the tent.
The dead were to be respected, they were no exception.
But somehow, the whole scene felt a little off.
They all had a feeling that they had overlooked something important.
Back at the police station, the officers felt more and more that something was amiss.
"Wait, she's just a secretary, right? Why did we offer condolences when her boss died?"
"Yeah, you're right."
"Oh, I just realized too."
The officers slapped their foreheads one by one.
But they didn't pursue it further. Some people, some things.
Let bygones be bygones, let it all go with the wind, let the heart move freely.
An upright official finds it hard to judge family affairs.
They couldn't be bothered with the drama.
As for Zhou Luo, he was still in a trance.
Even after being taken back to the Zhou family villa, Zhou Luo remained in a daze.
"That's it, the acupuncture technique, it must be like this!!!"
At that moment, Zhou Luo seemed to have penetrated the heavenly realm.
The key difference between him and the protagonist was that he lacked his own lost supreme acupuncture technique.
But looking at his villain points, and then at the prices in the system mall.
Zhou Luo couldn't help but sigh.
He couldn't afford it, he really couldn't afford it.
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.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
