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This was a world that judged by faces. If ugly people had no money, they did not even have the right to reproduce.

And if they were especially ugly, then even with money, they still could not get a girl.

Shen Lang was a man so ugly that he did not even possess the basic right to reproduce!

Of course, Shen Lang had not been born ugly!

He had once been unbelievably handsome, and he had studied at the best medical university in the country. Girls had secretly been in love with him since elementary school, chasing him with fanatical devotion.

However, a terrible accident happened during his freshman year.

While he was conducting an experiment, a bottle exploded. Sulfuric acid of considerable concentration sprayed across his face and half his chest.

His peerlessly handsome face was ruined. He went from an angel to a devil, so ugly that people did not dare look at him twice—even uglier than Quasimodo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. It was a face that could almost give people nightmares.

Shen Lang went from being loved by everyone to feared by everyone. Hardly any girl dared let her gaze linger on his face for more than two seconds.

Having lost his handsome appearance, Shen Lang chose to become a noble soul.

After graduating from graduate school, he neither continued on for a doctorate nor chose to remain at the university's affiliated hospital. Instead, he went to the harshest frontier region.

He spent ten years aiding the frontier, saving countless lives and earning countless honors, yet still no woman liked him.

He felt that he had not done enough, that he was not yet dazzling enough.

So he decided to make himself even nobler—noble enough, ideally, that people would forget his ugly, frightening face. He chose to go to Africa, to countries ravaged by war, where every day he stayed in tent hospitals that did not even have operating rooms.

He remained in one war-torn African country for a full ten years.

He earned even more honors, honors bestowed by the United Nations. Every day, he treated illnesses and saved people; every day, he performed surgeries.

His name became famous both at home and abroad. He became a banner-like figure, a synonym for struggle, sacrifice, and dedication.

His ugly face appeared in many newspapers and magazines. Many women admired him, but not a single woman liked him. Even in his forties, he remained all alone.

When his parents passed away, he became even lonelier.

He still worked more than ten hours every day. Saving lives and healing the wounded had become a habit.

At this moment, Shen Lang had been operating continuously for twenty-seven hours, like a robot.

It had been over twenty years.

Every day, he saved lives and healed the wounded. Every day, he gave everything he had, hardly ever resting, as though he were made of iron.

Over those twenty-odd years, the surgeries he had performed and the people he had saved were too numerous to count.

Yet reality proved that nobility alone could not win a woman's favor. Even the heroine of The Hunchback of Notre Dame merely did not despise Quasimodo; she was only willing to let him stand nearby and watch her.

Shen Lang meticulously performed a leg-amputation suturing operation on a refugee, without the slightest carelessness or roughness, even though he was exhausted to the very limit.

"Whoosh..."

A piercing howl drew nearer from afar, accompanied by the tremor of the air.

Shen Lang knew perfectly well what that sound was, and that it was flying toward the top of his head. Yet he felt neither fear nor any urge to dodge. Instead, a wave of ease and relief rose within him.

Because this life had truly left him too weary and lonely.

So tired. But dying without ever having slept with a woman really is a bit of a regret!

If life could begin again, I swear I'd live the most comfortable, leisurely life possible—clothes brought to my hands, food brought to my mouth. I'd never work myself to the bone again.

If heaven could give me back a handsome face, I swear I'd use it to flirt with the most beautiful women!

Shen Lang swore a venomous oath in his heart.

In an instant, his body was blasted directly into fragments. The X-ray machine beside him and the laptop were also blown to pieces.

Then a vortex of light and shadow seemed to appear in the air, sweeping everything into it.

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