Inside the hospital room, Young Master Fei took off his surgical mask and retrieved a bottle of happy water from the small refrigerator. Downing the happy water in two or three gulps, he still felt a bit unsatisfied with the comfort.
Though it was currently May and not yet officially summer, the red dusk on the horizon on his way back had already brutally announced the arrival of summer, and the scorching heat waves in the air aggressively assaulted his sweat glands during the short walk from getting out of the car to entering the hospital.
In plain human terms, he was sweating from the heat.
After taking a comfortably refreshing cold shower and just as he was contentedly lying on the bed,
the little maid walked in carrying a lunchbox while rubbing the flat board on her chest.
"Where did the Young Master go? I just finished making your dinner and brought it back."
"I went to do bad things," Young Master Fei replied offhandedly with his eyes half-closed.
"Really?" Her tone practically spelled out the last three words of a certain famous variety show host.
"Am I the master or are you the master? A maid should be honest and dutiful, understand?"
Seeing that she still dared to question him, anger welled up inside Young Master Fei.
This fellow! She was truly getting more and more lawless.
Just who was the master in this household?
What? Could it be that you want to climb all over me?
"Alright, Young Master. Then I'll go clean up~"
"You're cleaning? Doesn't the hospital have dedicated cleaners?"
"Young Master, I can't rest easy leaving it to them."
"Not rest easy? Why? They're all hospital employees, they do their work quite earnestly, and they probably won't steal anything either."
"No, Young Master, if you let them clean, it wouldn't be good if they happened to find out about anything."
What would be so bad about them knowing—would it be good if you knew something?
You can't rest easy leaving it to them, yet you expect me to rest easy leaving it to you?
You're not even the mistress of the house.
If he had a choice, Young Master Fei would rather let them clean.
He had finally figured this Jiang Anran out; she was not someone to be trifled with.
Yet thinking that Jiang Anran was already half "one of his own," his proud "villain" persona was as good as nonexistent in front of her.
Aside from the system and his identity as a transmigrator, it seemed there was nothing left for her to find out?
There was nothing left to fear.
Fine.
If she wanted to clean, he would let her clean.
Watching her wearing a light-colored, thick British Victorian dress and holding cleaning tools to start tidying up, Young Master Fei actually felt a trace of inexplicable, domestic warmth.
?
Warmth?
Warmth, my foot!
Fei Yangyao, Oh Fei Yangyao, have you been blinded?
If Jiang Anran hadn't clung to him stubbornly, would he be this troubled today?
Living his days happily and needing only to work when plot nodes arrived.
The more Young Master Fei thought about it, the angrier he got, wishing he could hang her up and give her a few lashes with a whip.
Unfortunately, he couldn't whip her; if he broke her, would he have to send her back to the Lin Family wearing a few whip marks next?
No, he needed to draw something.
When some people were angry, they played games, ran, or got into fights, but Fei Yangyao was different—he drew things!
Drawing people won't do, but drawing cards should be fine, right?
As it happened, he remembered that he hadn't used a single system card draw yet.
Originally, he wanted to hoard them to accumulate a tenfold draw.
But now that didn't seem possible; not to mention that his hands were itching right now.
Even if his hands weren't itching, when would he ever accumulate enough for a tenfold draw?
He had figured this system out: it was only a bit active at the very beginning, and after that it completely vanished.
During the first two days, he thought the rewards would be plentiful and he'd fill up the meter quickly, but who would have thought that not long after, the system would suddenly go missing.
Take today, for instance: peaceful and quiet, with not a single peep.
Still, that was fine; come to think of it, whenever the system issued tasks, didn't they basically mean trouble?
The more bad things, the more tasks.
The more tasks, the more plots he needed to alter.
The more plots that needed altering, the greater the likelihood of bad things happening.
So, the more bad things, the more bad things?
Calculated that way.
Fewer is better than more; at least it meant there were no extra tasks and no bad things happening.
After comforting himself somewhat, Young Master Fei entered the system interface.
Draw!
The system interface wasn't overly flashy, resembling just an old-fashioned display screen.
When he decisively confirmed a single draw, the light on the screen shifted in an instant, eventually gradually stabilizing...
A book?
An ancient volume exuding a blue-purple glow had Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate written on the cover, with "A single family's perspective can still save the world and benefit the living" engraved in small seal script beside it.
A medical book?
[Congratulations Host, you have acquired the medical book: Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate]
What use does this thing have?
I'm not even a medical student, it's useless to me!
Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate?
It seemed like he had heard this term before?
Yet before he could ponder it carefully, the system continued to prompt him.
[Does the Host wish to expend a compensatory reward to instantly master it?] [Yes/No]
Compensatory reward? If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have thought you forgot!
How to choose?
Because he occasionally took on boosting gigs for mobile games in his past life, he never held any expectations for compensatory rewards.
Exchange.
The moment he confirmed it, a warm and peculiar energy surged forth from that medical book, and Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate transformed into strands of brilliant light patterns that wrapped around his entire body.
A massive amount of information and knowledge instantly flooded into his mind, ranging from herbal identification and pharmacological effects to complex acupuncture techniques, and even long-lost healing secret arts; all knowledge concerning the lost medical art Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate poured into the depths of his consciousness like a tidal wave.
Then he fell fast asleep...
The next morning, waking up refreshed and stretching, Young Master Fei felt the knowledge in his mind and had never felt so powerful.
He wouldn't dare speak for Western medicine, but in Traditional Chinese Medicine he should already be equivalent to an old practitioner immersed in the field for several decades, right?
He couldn't gauge the exact degree.
To test the results, without further ado, Young Master Fei decided to go downstairs for a stroll.
Sitting in the lobby, he observed left and right.
Ten minutes later.
It seemed the knowledge poured into him was quite reliable, equivalent to having immersed himself in it for over a decade.
The level was equivalent to a famous Chinese medicine practitioner in the county.
Returning upstairs to his room after finishing breakfast, he opened Gu Xiyue's lunchbox.
Just like yesterday, it was unwatchable and too terrifying to eat.
As usual, he secretly disposed of Gu Xiyue's portion of breakfast and then opened the note, which read: It's the second day, (? ??_??)? Cheer up! These past few days the company has been negotiating a huge contract, and the amount is dozens of times greater than before! If we can sign it then, our company will be able to firmly reestablish a foothold in South City! So happy!
"..."
What?
Treating me as your diary, are you?
Sharing all the words in your heart and the daily occurrences of your life with me?
You shared it with the wrong person!
You should be sharing it with him instead.
Wait, no.
Could Gu Xiyue have been swapped too?
Weren't you as cold as ice in the original book?
It seemed you didn't really share your innermost thoughts with people in the book.
What's with you sharing your daily life in the tone of an energetic little girl?
Just because you're about to sign a billion-level...
Fine, a billion-level deal is indeed quite a lot even for the Four Great Families.
Still, that's no reason to change your character setting!
Reminded by her, Young Master Fei recalled.
If he remembered correctly, this was a scam company. Taking advantage of loopholes in the contract, they colluded with several company higher-ups who had been bought off at high prices and threatened to act as insiders, scamming Gu Xiyue out of billions in breach-of-contract penalties for the Gu Corporation. If they really made off with the money, the Gu Corporation would simply be finished, and the Gu Family would decline in South City from then on.
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