Let's Go to Hell Together

It was night in the Eighteenth Street, and Le Yu stood before the clinic sign that read "Teeth, Hemorrhoids, Traumatic Injuries." Just as he was about to push the door open, he noticed a sign hanging on the doorknob: "Currently Occupied. If you have the strength to read this, don't come in."

Next to the entrance was a long bench with a soft cushion, which looked quite clean, so Le Yu sat down to wait.

He had put on a hooded jacket before leaving that evening, so he wasn't worried about being recognized. It was the same style as Yin Yinyin's—in fact, Le Yu thought Yin Yinyin looked very cool in it. When he passed a clothing store and saw it was this year's hottest men's style, he didn't hesitate to buy one.

With nothing else to do and the streetlamp beside the clinic providing ample light, Le Yu pulled out a black-covered book and began to read with great interest.

Even though he had encountered many troubles since transmigrating to this world, it wasn't all hardship and no joy for Le Yu. Besides being able to pilot Qian Yuliu right away and deeply experience the wonders of Mental Power and Combat Arts, the novel entertainment works of this world also captivated Le Yu, leaving him completely engrossed and forgetting all else.

Ahem, actually, Le Yu hadn't read many "historical fiction" novels in his previous life, and in Huiyao, "colorful" content was a natural part of many popular novels, which naturally piqued Le Yu's interest.

Of course, the "colorful" content was just one aspect. More importantly, Huiyao had accumulated countless classic works, poems, and novels over the past two thousand years. Even if Le Yu wanted to read those simple, satisfying, invincible-flow novels, bookstores had everything, from The Royal Academy's Underachiever to The Lady's Personal Bodyguard, covering various genres like adventure, King of Soldiers, and reincarnation. Le Yu felt like buying the entire stock and taking it all home.

The reason popular literature was so developed in Huiyao, besides the rapid development of papermaking and the initial industrial revolution, was primarily due to the extremely low illiteracy rate. Every prefecture and county had lecturing squares where teachers provided intellectual enlightenment, and most Combat Arts were public knowledge. If you were illiterate, you couldn't even practice Combat Arts to cultivate your body and invigorate your spirit.

Don't think that the poor wouldn't actively seek literacy or practice Combat Arts; on the contrary, the poorer you were in Huiyao, the more you needed to be literate and practice Combat Arts. This was because the existence of the Mental Power system not only improved human immunity but also led to the scarcity and abnormality of the medical system.

On Earth, illnesses like sore throats, appendicitis, oral ulcers, thyroid enlargement, and prostate enlargement had long existed. Whether effective or not, humans had explored many experiences to treat diseases, but in Huiyao—such experiences didn't exist!

Sick?

A cold?

What's that?

Will you sneeze when it's cold?

What's a sneeze?

After the Mental Power system became widespread, most Radiant People never suffered from common diseases in their lives. Besides a few ailments like external injuries, toothaches, and hemorrhoids, Radiant People were almost immune to all illnesses, so naturally, there was no treatment experience.

It wasn't that Radiant People's physical constitution made them immune to diseases; rather, when they fell ill, their Mental Power would automatically sterilize and reduce inflammation!

It scared Le Yu so much he thought Mental Power could even kill sperm.

Of course, this wasn't without cost. Le Yu discovered that the average lifespan of Radiant People was 60 years, and they didn't die from illness; most people simply died of old age around 60. He then understood what was going on: Mental Power combated diseases by accelerating metabolism, which meant reducing maximum HP to eliminate disease status.

While it was a temporary fix rather than a fundamental cure, in a society where productivity was "just this," one couldn't ask for more.

Therefore, if someone was illiterate and couldn't cultivate Combat Arts, without the "Mental Power defense" buff, they would sooner or later contract a strange disease. No one around them would have experience treating such a disease, and due to poverty, they wouldn't be able to afford the Medical Officer Department's consultation fees. What awaited them then was the complete loss of their ancestral chromosomes, which was the so-called "poverty doesn't last three generations."

In his previous life, literacy was for self-improvement; here, literacy was a basic necessity for survival.

As literacy rates rose, the explosion of popular literature naturally followed. Although there wasn't the aggregation effect of the internet, Huiyao had been promoting education for centuries. Creators slowly wrote, the market slowly sifted, and the accumulated classics were enough to keep Le Yu reading until the end of time.

Le Yu initially found it hard to get into the books of this world, just as someone who enjoys "power fantasy" novels might struggle with the syntax of light novels... But he was, after all, someone who was used to playing on his phone while walking. When he had free time, he always looked for something to do, and since he couldn't find anyone to play cards with, reading was his only option.

When he finished his first Huiyao novel, it was like a new world opened up to him. The literary works accumulated over two millennia in Huiyao unfolded before him. Now, no matter where Le Yu went, he carried a book, using any spare moment to read and pass the time.

As Le Yu was immersed in the fantastical world of Records of the Six Dynasties, he suddenly heard a soft chuckle.

He looked up and saw a man and a woman passing by. The woman, dressed flamboyantly, covered her mouth as she laughed, her eyes crinkling in amusement. The man had a fierce look, but his gaze towards Le Yu was rather... how to describe it... it was a very peculiar look, one filled with sympathy.

Le Yu didn't react immediately, but when three consecutive groups of people passed by and couldn't help but laugh, he suddenly realized a problem:

This clinic treated toothaches, hemorrhoids, and traumatic injuries.

He had no wounds or blood on him, so he clearly wasn't here for traumatic injuries.

A toothache wasn't just a sickness; it was excruciating. The fact that he could sit calmly and read meant he clearly didn't have a toothache.

Therefore, in the eyes of others, the only reason he was sitting outside the clinic was naturally...

With a creak, the clinic door opened, and a portly man slowly ambled out, saying gratefully, "Goodbye, Doctor! I'll bring some fruit for your follow-up appointment tomorrow!"

The man turned and saw Le Yu sitting on the cushioned bench. His face immediately showed understanding, and he patted Le Yu's shoulder. "I haven't seen you before. You must have heard of Doctor Yin's reputation, right? Don't worry, Doctor Yin's skills are excellent, especially in this area—he's the best in all of Star Engraving. Even the Medical Officers in the Medical Officer Department can't compare to him. You'll be free from your suffering now!"

What "this area"? I'm not here for the same thing as you!

Le Yu twitched his mouth and quickly entered the clinic. Yin Yinyin sat behind a desk and showed no surprise at his arrival. "Good evening. Hemorrhoid treatment appointment, correct? Please follow me to the operating room."

"You..." Le Yu wanted to say something, but Yin Yinyin warned him with a cold look—as cold as the Handgun it pointed at Le Yu. Le Yu had no choice but to close his mouth and follow Yin Yinyin to the basement.

When Yin Yinyin closed the door, Le Yu finally complained, "What was with the role-playing just now? I'm not here for treatment."

"Then why did you come to see me?"

"That's because you—"

"And then others hear that you, without illness or pain, suddenly came to Eighteenth Street to see a rogue medical officer?" Yin Yinyin's tone contained discrimination against "mentally challenged" people. "How is that any different from shouting through a megaphone, 'I'm suspicious, and this rogue medical officer is also suspicious'?"

Le Yu's words caught in his throat. "But I did enter the clinic..."

"Unless you can confirm you are in an absolutely safe state, never reveal your secret information. Do you think it's safe inside the clinic? People outside can just press their ears to the window and hear what's inside." Yin Yinyin sighed, "You lack too much common sense. I think I need to charge you."

Le Yu had no choice but to change the subject. "Then next time, can you use a different excuse? I don't have hemorrhoids!"

"You don't have them now, but that doesn't mean you won't in the future. As a friendship discount for fellow White Night Walkers, I can give you a 1% discount." Yin Yinyin had a look that said, "You're getting off easy."

It paused, its expression turning serious. "I chose hemorrhoids as the treatment item precisely to facilitate our rendezvous. You know, many high-ranking officials come here for treatment. They certainly aren't here for traumatic injuries or toothaches."

Le Yu was very surprised. "Really? Why don't they go to the Medical Officer Department?"

"The Medical Officer Department has too many people and too many gossips, and most upper-class nobles have good relationships with the medical officers. The moment you walk into the Medical Officer Department, the entire upper society will know what illness you have." Yin Yinyin sneered, "To protect their pathetic bit of face, these nobles aren't even willing to let their families know. The blood flowing from their behinds feeds all the private clinics in Star Engraving Prefecture."

Yin Yinyin glanced at Le Yu's hood. "From now on, whether you cover your identity or come openly, it doesn't matter. No one will suspect the relationship between you and me. Even in the Statistics Department, there are patients I've operated on."

Is the hemorrhoid problem among Radiant People really that serious? I should pay attention to it too in the future. If I can stand, I shouldn't sit; if I can sit, I shouldn't lie down... The reason Yin Yinyin gave was too compelling and powerful for Le Yu to complain. He asked, "Is Lin Xue'en a mole?"

"We didn't find any evidence. The fact that you were shot at while fighting Lin Xue'en isn't proof."

"So, did I kill an innocent person, or was I just one step ahead of the enemy?"

"You've accumulated mistakes."

"Accumulated mistakes?"

"Within the White Night system, human rights are paramount. Our policy of acting first and reporting later with provisional members is already a disciplinary violation. If we kill a suspect but can't find definitive evidence, it means we might have made a mistake, or we might not have, but White Night will count it as a mistake regardless."

Le Yu scratched his head. "What happens if I accumulate mistakes? Will they cut our benefits?"

"Nothing much, White Night just records it truthfully," Yin Yinyin thought for a moment, then said, "If… if one day, White Night truly becomes the government of this land, overturning everything of the old world, then the mistakes we've accumulated will be publicly revealed."

"Those who wrongly killed innocent people will face public trials."

"Those who wronged loyal and good people will be held accountable by law."

"Those who committed heinous crimes will face righteous execution."

"You might have heard a philosophical question: can unjust means be used to achieve a just outcome? If unjust means are used, can the outcome be considered just? Accumulated Mistakes is White Night's answer."

"Humans are not saints. To achieve a just outcome, we might make mistakes during the process, employing unjust means. But precisely because humans are not saints, we can correct our errors. Mistakes made in the past will be repaid in the future."

"If you've made a mistake, you must admit it, correct it, and be punished for it."

Yin Yinyin suddenly sneered, "So, do you understand? Even if you live until the day White Night dawns, all that awaits you is endless reckoning. Your merits as Meteor won't be forgotten, but the sins you committed as Qian Yuliu must also be judged."

"Of course, it's more likely you won't live to see that day."

He paused. "Neither will I."

Le Yu scratched his head and chuckled, "At my current rate of mischief, White Night's record of my accumulated mistakes is probably as thick as a diary, isn't it?"

Yin Yinyin realized that was true. As a Statistics Department officer, Qian Yuliu was constantly aiding tyrants and framing loyal people. What was the difference between White Night recording Qian Yuliu's mistakes and writing a biography about him?

"Let's get down to business." Le Yu pulled up a chair and sat down. "Since you haven't confirmed Lin Xue'en is an internal spy, you definitely didn't call me here to give me an award… What do you want me for?"

"Simply put, to kill someone."

"Who?"

"The head of the Judicial Department, Dong Heng."

"Why?"

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If we assassinate Dong Heng, Ding Yi will think it's retaliation from Lu Zhong's assassins and won't suspect White Night. And once Dong Heng is dead, our White Night plan can accelerate."

"Has Dong Heng done anything evil? What kind of person is he?"

"I haven't heard of any misdeeds from him. He seems quite upright."

Le Yu blinked. "Then wouldn't assassinating him be harming an innocent and loyal person?"

"Isn't that perfect? I only have three years to live, and you look like you might even go before me. Let the dirtiest, earliest-dying people handle the dirty work. It'll be simpler for White Night to settle accounts later. This is the most cost-effective choice."

"By the way, this isn't common knowledge, but a consensus within us White Night Walkers."

"So," Yin Yinyin stood up, "Meteor, come with me to hell."

PS: A big chapter!

But my reserves are depleted…

There will be another update today!

But today is April Fool's Day…

So, which of my statements above is true? Which is false?