Even Cheng Che, who had Cheng Che somewhat numb after seeing the system rewards multiple times, was so surprised that his mind went blank.
He stared at that title for a long time.
[ One Tree Makes a Forest (Title): The host and their close relatives (parents, partner, best friends, etc.) gain a permanent healing aura, minor illnesses heal themselves, major illnesses are prevented, and the body's recovery speed is greatly increased. The higher the intimacy level, the stronger the effect. There is no cooldown, and it is permanently effective.]
All the talents and items he had previously acquired could only be used on himself.
[ Total Concentration ][ Stars Surrounding the Moon ][ Camera Language ][ Burst of Inspiration ], all are "the host himself".
Even the talent of [ Gu of the Heart ], which influences others, makes them develop a fondness for him, but ultimately it still falls on him.
But [ One Tree Makes a Forest ] is different.
It affects the people around him.
Parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, Guo Xin, Qin Lie, Su Miaoyin, Su Qingyue, Yan Ruanning, Pei Jingshu.
From today onwards, all those who are close to him will experience minor illnesses healing on their own, will avoid serious illnesses, and will have a significantly faster recovery rate.
Cheng Che stared at those words, and his eyes suddenly felt a little hot.
He remembered Jiang Xue's back pain over the years; she couldn't straighten her back after standing and washing dishes all day.
I recall that Cheng Jianguo was diagnosed with fatty liver a few years ago. The doctor said he should pay attention to his diet, but he didn't really care because he wanted to save money.
He thought of his grandparents, who were getting old, and how they would always say "It's okay, it's okay" whenever he called, but he knew they both had some health problems.
Now it's all right.
He doesn't need to worry anymore.
Cheng Che put down his phone and took a deep breath.
He noticed his fingers were trembling slightly as he held the phone, and Flash of Inspiration struck him.
He stood up and went into the study.
A guitar sits on the desk.
He picked up his guitar, sat down in the chair, and placed his fingers on the strings. A melody flowed from his mind.
He played a few chords, then began to sing.
The lyrics are about family, friends, and those he wants to protect.
He stopped halfway through the song, picked up a pen, and wrote a few lines on a piece of paper.
Then he played the piano, sang, and wrote down his notes.
He didn't know when he would finish writing the song.
But tonight, he wants to write it down.
At this moment, people across the country and even around the world who are close to Cheng Che are experiencing physical changes.
Spring City.
Jiang Xue was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV when she suddenly felt sleepy.
She tilted her head and rested it on Cheng Jianguo's shoulder, and quickly fell asleep.
Cheng Jianguo was looking at his phone when her movement made him tilt his head slightly, and then his head slumped down, and he fell asleep as well.
The two of them were huddled together on the sofa, their breathing light and steady.
Subtle changes occur in their bodies during sleep.
Jiang Xue's lumbar disc inflammation is slowly subsiding; it's a problem she developed from washing dishes over the years.
In Cheng Jianguo's liver, the accumulated fat cells are gradually being broken down.
It's moving very slowly, but it is definitely moving.
The two of them slept for about forty minutes.
Then Jiang Xue woke up first.
She sat up, startled for a moment.
My neck doesn't ache, and my back doesn't hurt either.
She stretched and felt an indescribable sense of relief throughout her body, as if a screw that had been tightened for a long time had finally been loosened.
" Old Cheng," she nudged Cheng Jianguo, "Wake up, how come you're asleep too?"
Cheng Jianguo opened his eyes, rubbed his neck, and then froze.
He's been feeling a heaviness in his right shoulder lately; it's an old ailment he developed from years of carrying heavy loads.
But at this moment, that heavy feeling disappeared.
"I feel like..." he stretched his arms, "... like I'm twenty years old again."
Jiang Xue her eyes at him. "Dream on!"
"Really." Cheng Jianguo stood up and took a few steps. "Look, I walk lighter now."
Jiang Xue also stood up, stretched her back, and didn't say anything, but a puzzled expression appeared on her face.
She definitely felt better than before.
The two looked at each other, then shook their heads simultaneously.
"I must be too happy today," Jiang Xue said.
"Yes, definitely." Cheng Jianguo nodded.
They didn't think much of it, but their bodies were already different.
Pond Village.
Cheng Qingshan and Zhou Lan were at their hometown. Zhou Lan was picking vegetables in the yard.
She lowered her head, her hand suddenly stopped for a moment, then she stood up and patted her knee.
My knees used to hurt whenever I stood up after squatting for a long time.
This time, surprisingly, it didn't hurt.
She paused for a moment, took two steps, then two more.
"Old man," she called into the house.
Cheng Qingshan came out. "What's wrong?"
Don't you feel like your legs are particularly nimble today?
Cheng Qingshan stretched his knees at the doorway and thought for a moment, "It does seem to have some merit."
Shandong.
Su Miaoyin was sitting on her bed in her room, looking at her phone.
She's had a bit of a cold these past couple of days, and her nose has been stuffy.
She sniffed, reaching for a tissue, and then realized her nose was clear.
It's completely clear now, like I've never had a cold.
She paused for a moment, rubbed her nose, and took another breath. It was indeed clear.
"What's going on..." she muttered, then glanced at Cheng Che's photo on her phone screen, her face suddenly turning red. "Could looking at handsome guys cure a cold?"
The Capital City.
Yan Ruanning sat on the sofa in her studio, resting with her eyes closed.
She's been recording shows for several days in a row recently, and her throat has been bothering her; she has a mild case of pharyngitis.
She swallowed hard and prepared to get some water.
Then she found that her throat didn't hurt anymore.
She cleared her throat; her voice was very clear. She opened her mouth and tried humming a couple of lines; the tone was even better than usual.
She stood in the studio, stunned for a long time.
Spring City.
Su Qingyue sat at her desk reading a book.
She has mild tenosynovitis in her right wrist, a condition caused by years of writing.
My skin aches after writing for a long time, so I have to stop and rest.
She's been writing for two hours today; her wrists must be starting to ache.
But when she put down the pen, she felt nothing in her wrist.
She rotated her wrist, then rotated it again.
It doesn't hurt.
She frowned, not quite understanding what had happened, but quickly put it aside.
Seoul.
Pei Jingshu sat in front of the computer in the composition department.
She stayed up all night last night revising a section of the arrangement.
Based on past experience, she needs at least two days of sleep to recover after staying up all night.
When she walked into the composition department this morning, she must have been feeling groggy.
But she felt like she had slept for ten hours.
Feeling refreshed and clear-headed.
Her skin looks amazing, unlike someone who's stayed up all night.
She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at her face for several seconds, stunned.
"What's going on...?"
Then she smiled and thought to herself: It must be because of the power of love.
She took out her phone, scrolled to Cheng Che's chat window, and dialed him directly.
Cheng Che was sitting in a chair in his study writing a song when his phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID and answered the call.
" Cheng Che!" Pei Jingshu's voice came from the other end of the phone, filled with excitement, "I have something strange to tell you! I stayed up all night last night, but I'm not sleepy at all today! My skin is also in great condition! Don't you think it's because of the power of love!"
Cheng Che's lips curved into a smile as he listened to her words.
He knew what was going on.
But he did not explain.
"Maybe," he said.
Pei Jingshu laughed on the other end of the phone, "So, does that mean I can rely on thinking about you to replenish my energy when I stay up late from now on?"
Cheng Che chuckled, "You should try to stay up less late."
When are you coming to South Korea?
"Soon."
"Real?"
"Real."
Pei Jingshu snorted on the other end of the phone, "You said it, don't lie to me."
I'm not lying to you.
After hanging up the phone, Cheng Che put his phone on the table and glanced down at the lyrics he had just written.
He picked up his pen and continued writing.