Zhou Xing's Wonderful Life

Gao Teng was naturally oblivious to the conversation between Lin Benqiang and his companion.

He left Hongshan Residence and headed straight for Mercy Hospital.

Zhou Xing's wonderful life was about to begin again!

When the taxi pulled up outside the hospital gates, Gao Teng couldn't wait to hurry toward the inpatient department.

Upon reaching the floor where Zhou Xing was staying, he heard a commotion the moment he stepped out of the elevator.

"You ruined my child! You ruined my child!"

"He came to your hospital for treatment, and not only did you fail to cure him, you made him worse!"

"Look at his vitals from a week ago, then look at his vitals from this morning. Physical strength 1.72, mental strength 1.63, and his cultivation has even plummeted to the mid-stage of Qi Condensation!"

"His physical strength used to be 3.47, his mental strength 3.11, and his cultivation was at the early stage of Inner Gang—a standard Level 3 martial artist!"

"Just because he came to your hospital, he's been treated to the point where he can't even get into a key university. You quacks have destroyed my child!"

"Pay up! Compensate me!"

"What is my child supposed to do now? You've ruined his future and left his life without a shred of hope. Pay up! You pay me!"

Inside the ward, Zhou Xing's mother was wailing and howling, sitting on the floor, slapping her thighs incessantly as tears and snot streamed down her face.

"My son, why are you so miserable?"

"How did you end up meeting a bunch of quacks, and now that you've been treated like this, what are you going to do in the future?"

"Your father and I worked ourselves to the bone every day, struggling to put you through school, hoping you'd make something of yourself so we could live a good life. Now, it's all been destroyed by a bunch of quacks. They've harmed you! They've harmed you!"

Gao Teng followed the sound and leaned in to peek into the ward.

A group of doctors stood in the room, looking flustered and at a loss for what to do.

Seeing the crowd gathering outside the ward growing larger, one bald doctor had no choice but to step forward and urge, "Ma'am, please get up first. Let's talk this over calmly."

"Who's your 'ma'am'? Do I know you?"

"What kind of relationship do we have that you're calling me that? Don't try to get familiar with me."

"You think a few sweet words will settle this? You've ruined my child's life; what are you going to use to compensate us?"

"My son, your father and I were counting on you to get ahead in life. Now that your body has been ruined like this, how am I supposed to go on living?"

"I don't want to live anymore! I'm going to jump off this hospital building and let everyone see what kind of place this is!"

"You don't have the skills to save lives, so why did you open a hospital? You're harming people! You're harming people!"

The bald doctor felt a headache coming on. How could Zhou Xing's physical condition possibly be their fault?

They had simply administered a medicinal solution to repair his meridians and provided standard treatment for his brain injury.

Almost every patient on the seventh floor received this same treatment, and not a single one had run into issues.

Why was it only Zhou Xing who had a problem?

This had to be due to his own underlying issues; what did it have to do with their hospital?

But the bald doctor couldn't say such things, or Zhou Xing's mother would undoubtedly make an even bigger scene.

He could only negotiate with gentle words: "Ma'am, I am the Dean of Mercy Hospital. Let's go to my office to discuss your demands. There are so many patients here who need quiet to recover, you..."

"Quiet? What quiet? You ruined my son, and you expect them to be fine?"

"They should know what kind of hospital this is! If you have something to say, say it right here. Don't think you can brush me off!"

The Dean let out a deep sigh, feeling utterly helpless.

However, getting the hospital to pay compensation was absolutely out of the question; they weren't going to take the fall for this.

If they were pushed too far, they would have no choice but to use force to remove her!

Gao Teng, however, had no intention of watching the show any longer. He channeled all seventeen consecutive thefts toward Zhou Xing.

[You have gained 0.12 points of mental strength]

[You have gained 11% proficiency in Basic Body Forging Technique]

[You have gained 7% proficiency in Basic Eighteen Fist Forms]

[You have gained 78 points of cultivation]

[You have gained...]

Amidst a series of pleasant notification sounds, Gao Teng's strength surged rapidly.

Zhou Xing, who had been languishing on the bed, suddenly sat bolt upright, his expression shifting violently.

"Ah!!!"

He let out a heart-wrenching scream, the sound echoing through the entire inpatient department.

"It dropped again! My cultivation dropped again!"

"My head is spinning! I'm dying! I'm dying!"

"My son!"

Zhou Xing's mother, still believing her son was merely playing along with her, let out a hysterical wail and began to sob uncontrollably.

The doctors all wore expressions of utter helplessness; how could they be so unlucky as to cross paths with this pair of plagues?

On the other side, having successfully stolen the cultivation, Gao Teng did not linger, turning instead to head toward the elevator.

[Name: Gao Teng]
[Realm: Level 2 (Mid-stage Qi Condensation) (266/800 Cultivation)]
[Physical Strength: 3.31]
[Mental Strength: 2.48]
[Internal Technique: Basic Breathing Technique (Level 4, 4%)]
[External Technique: Basic Body Forging Technique (Level 7, 5%)]
[Mental Method: Basic Meditation (Level 7, 21%)]
[Martial Arts: Basic Eighteen Fist Forms (Level 5, 60%)]
[Merit Points: 838]

After seventeen consecutive thefts, he had gained 245 points of cultivation, 0.45 points of mental strength, 40% proficiency in the Basic Breathing Technique, 63% proficiency in the Basic Body Forging Technique, and 7% proficiency in the Basic Eighteen Fist Forms.

Among these, the Basic Breathing Technique had broken through once more to reach Level 4, while the Basic Body Forging Technique had risen to Level 7.

To have such a massive change in his strength within a single day—Zhou Xing's contribution was truly immense!

"Very good."

Gao Teng clenched his fists; he needed to farm more contribution points. If he could pull off a hundred thefts in a single day, it would be absolutely exhilarating.

If I steal from Zhou Xing a few more times, he'll probably be driven insane, right?

Gao Teng stepped into the elevator. Once Zhou Xing was driven mad, Zhao Dapeng would be next in line.

He thought about that teacher day and night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep for longing!

In a short while, the elevator reached the first floor.

Just as Gao Teng stepped out of the elevator, his phone began to ring.

Gao Teng assumed it was a debt collector, but to his surprise, it was Zhang Meizhu calling.

Could there be news about a monster?

He pressed the answer button, and Zhang Meizhu's slightly anxious voice came through the phone.

"Gao Teng, I heard your high school went to Snake Island for field training today and many people died. Are you alright?"

Gao Teng raised an eyebrow: "Are you concerned about me? Why are you so nervous about my safety?"

Zhang Meizhu replied: "You are my friend; isn't it normal for me to care about you?"

"Indeed, after all, you don't want others to like you, and you don't want others to like you—that must be such a bother for you."

"...That's enough!"

Zhang Meizhu grew agitated: "Are you ever going to stop? You keep repeating the same few sentences over and over; don't you get tired of it?"

"Not tired, not at all. I find it quite delightful."

"Goodbye!"

"Wait a moment."

Gao Teng stopped her and asked: "Didn't you say we would go hunt monsters together? Is there any news about a monster?"