The More Bad Things Happen, The More Bad Things Happen

In the hospital room, Young Master Fei took off his mask and took a bottle of happy water from the small refrigerator. He downed it in two or three gulps, but still didn't feel completely relaxed.

Although it was only May and summer hadn't officially begun, the red sunset on the horizon on the way back had already rudely announced its arrival. The scorching heatwave in the air had relentlessly assaulted his sweat glands during the short walk from the car into the hospital.

In plain English, it was hot enough to sweat.

After taking a cool shower to refresh himself, he had just comfortably settled onto the bed when...

The little maid entered, carrying a lunchbox while rubbing the flat surface of her chest.

"Where did Young Master go? I just finished making dinner and brought it back for you."

"Went to do bad things," Young Master Fei replied casually, his eyes half-closed.

"Really?" Her tone implied she was about to utter the last three words of a famous TV host.

"Am I Young Master, or are you? A maid should be obedient and proper, understand?"

Seeing her dare to question him, Young Master Fei became furious.

This girl! She's getting more and more out of control.

Who is the master of this house?

What? Are you trying to flip over on top of me?

"Okay, Young Master. Then I'll go clean up~"

"You're cleaning? Don't hospitals have cleaning staff?"

"Young Master, I don't trust them."

"Don't trust them? Why? They're hospital employees, they work diligently, and they probably wouldn't steal anything."

"No, Young Master. If we let them clean, it wouldn't be good if they found out anything."

It's not good if they find out, but is it good if you find out?

You don't trust them, but do you expect me to trust you?

You're not the mistress.

If he had a choice, Young Master Fei would rather let them clean.

He had figured out this Jiang Anran; she wasn't someone to be trifled with.

But then he remembered that Jiang Anran was already considered half "one of his own." His proud "villain" image seemed to have vanished in front of her.

Besides his system and transmigration identity, there seemed to be nothing else she could possibly find out?

There was nothing left to fear.

Forget it.

If she wanted to clean, let her clean.

Watching her, dressed in a pale, thick English Victorian-style dress, start cleaning with her tools, Young Master Fei felt a strange sense of domestic warmth.

?

Warmth?

What nonsense!

Fei Yangyao, Fei Yangyao, have you been blinded?

If Jiang Anran hadn't clung to him so desperately, would he be this troubled now?

He could have spent his days happily, only needing to work when the plot reached a certain point.

Young Master Fei grew more and more annoyed the more he thought about it, wishing he could hang her up and whip her a few times.

Too bad he couldn't. If he injured her, would he have to let her return to the Lin Family with whip marks on her?

No, he had to whip something.

Some people play games, run, or fight when they're angry, but Fei Yangyao was different; he whipped things!

Can't whip people, but I can draw cards, right?

Just then, he remembered he hadn't used his system's card draw function even once.

He had originally planned to save up for a ten-pull.

But it seemed impossible now. Not to mention he was itching to draw right now.

Even if he wasn't itching, how long would it take to save up for a ten-pull?

He had figured it out; the system was only active at the beginning and then disappeared.

In the first two days, he thought there would be many rewards and he'd quickly accumulate enough. He hadn't expected that after such a short time, the system would just vanish.

Like today, it was calm and quiet, with no activity at all.

But perhaps this was for the best. Thinking carefully, when the system gave out tasks, they never seemed to lead to good things, did they?

The more bad things there were, the more tasks there were.

The more tasks there were, the more plot points he needed to change.

The more plot points that need changing, the higher the chance of bad things happening.

So, the more bad things, the more bad things?

Thinking about it this way.

It's fine if there are fewer, at least it means there are no extra quests and no bad things happening.

After comforting himself, Young Master Fei entered the system interface.

Let's draw!

The system interface wasn't flashy, just an old-fashioned display screen.

As he decisively confirmed the single draw, the light on the screen changed rapidly, finally gradually settling...

A book?

The ancient book, bathed in blue-purple light, had "Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate" written on the front, with "A single family's opinion, yet it can save lives and benefit people" carved in small seal script beside it.

A medical book?

[Congratulations Host, you have obtained the medical book: Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate]

What's the use of this thing?

I'm not a medical student, so it's useless to me!

Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate?

I think I've heard this name before?

Before he could think further, the system continued to ask.

[Does the Host wish to spend a compensation reward to master it directly?]

[Yes/No]

Compensation reward? If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have thought you forgot!

How should I choose?

Because in his previous life, he occasionally took on mobile game boosting jobs, so he never held any expectations for compensation rewards.

Let's exchange it.

The moment he confirmed, a warm and peculiar energy surged from the medical book. The Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate transformed into streaks of brilliant light patterns, swirling around him.

His mind was instantly flooded with a massive amount of information and knowledge, from identifying herbs and their medicinal properties to complex acupuncture techniques, and even long-lost healing secret methods. Everything about the lost medical art, Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate, poured into the depths of his consciousness like a tidal wave.

Then he fell asleep...

The next morning, he woke up feeling refreshed. Stretching, Young Master Fei felt the knowledge in his mind, never feeling so powerful.

He wouldn't dare to comment on Western medicine, but in Traditional Chinese Medicine, he should be equivalent to an old Chinese medicine practitioner who had been immersed for decades, right?

He couldn't quite grasp the specific level.

To test the results, without delay, Young Master Fei decided to go downstairs for a walk.

Sitting in the hall, he observed his surroundings.

Ten minutes later.

It seems the knowledge poured into his mind is very reliable, equivalent to what he would have mastered after over a decade of immersion.

The level is comparable to a famous Chinese medicine practitioner in the county.

He went upstairs back to his room, finished breakfast, and opened Gu Xiyue's lunchbox.

Same as yesterday, couldn't bear to look, afraid to eat.

As usual, he quietly disposed of Gu Xiyue's breakfast, then opened the note. It read: It's the second day, (? ??_??)? Keep going! The company is negotiating a big contract these days, and the amount is tens of times larger than before! If we can sign it, our company will be able to re-establish a foothold in Nancheng! Happy!

"..."

What?

Am I your sounding board?

Sharing your inner thoughts and daily life with me?

You've shared with the wrong person!

No, that's not right either.

Could Gu Xiyue have been swapped out too?

In the original book, wasn't she as cold as ice?

In the book, she didn't seem to share her heart with people much.

Why are you sharing your daily life with the tone of an energetic young girl?

Just because you're about to sign a billion-level...

Okay, a billion-level deal is indeed quite a lot, even for the Four Great Families.

But it shouldn't change your character!

Hearing her say that, Young Master Fei remembered.

If he remembered correctly, this was a fraudulent company that, using contract loopholes, colluded with several internal company executives bought off and threatened at high prices, to cheat Gu Xiyue. This would cause Gu Corporation to face a hundred billion in breach of contract penalties. If they really absconded with the money, Gu Corporation would be finished, and the Gu family would fall into decline in Nancheng.