But Xun Liuhai quickly thought of how Otherworldly Users, who were now being talked about everywhere, had once kept themselves hidden. Like Mushroom Base, they were now openly public.
What Traditional Medicine could not handle, Mysterious Medicine might be able to. Wasn't that common in novels? All kinds of difficult, complicated illnesses that modern medicine could not cure were easily handled by some inheritor of ancient martial arts.
Mm, novels would not lie to me. After all, the authors must have read more books than I have.
Xun Liuhai encouraged himself this way.
After thinking of a solution, he felt excited, but also troubled. How was he supposed to find an Otherworldly User to treat him? Offer money?
With the little money he had, he probably could not even afford one of their leg hairs.
He had guessed right. Any Otherworldly User who was not completely hopeless would never lack money, even if they only worked as a filter.
Then what could attract them? Soon, he thought of his sudden stroke of good luck.
Perhaps only this kind of luck would be something they valued.
Honestly, Xun Liuhai absolutely did not want to reveal his Golden Finger. But if he did not reveal at least a little, how could he demonstrate his usefulness? Without any value, why would someone cure his leg? Every year, hundreds of thousands, even millions, of people became disabled in car accidents. Why should they choose him? Since he was going to reveal his Golden Finger anyway, why not make a bigger deal of it? How could he make better use of this Golden Finger? If he could not think of an answer himself, he could ask online.
So he decisively climbed back onto the hospital bed, picked up his phone, and began posting online.
"Waiting