This is the story of Mei Ling, the daughter of a very wealthy, traditional, and highly educated Chinese family. She was born with a curse, or so her traditional family believes because everything they expected from this young lady never came to fruition.

Her mother wanted Mei Ling to be a cultured woman who had a career in business or just a smart, rich woman who did not work and live for her future husband.

However, Mei Ling, to the surprise of all the millionaire's friends of the Mei Family, took the medical course and spent two years outside serving the doctor without borders in a country on the African continent. Coming back with a worn look and with your skin burned by the strong sun!

The father wanted Mei Ling to be submissive and obedient, to play Guqin and Guzheng, traditional Chinese musical instruments, to impress his millionaire's friends, to learn Chinese calligraphy and traditional painting, to proudly display his daughter to high society.

However, Mei Ling once again to the surprise of everyone becomes proficient on the piano, on the violin, but the worst she loved the guitar! She spent a good part of her teens playing international rock and collecting CDs from famous international bands, it also upset her older brothers by playing guitar late at night. There was even a moment in a Sarau promoted by some millionaire friend of the Mei Family, in which Mei Ling took the stage and shocked everyone by playing "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd.

Grandfather wanted her to settle down in the Mei family mansion or somewhere in the Chinese high society, which followed the tradition of living close to her whole family.

However, Mei Ling took her things, sold her share of the family business and went to England, choosing to live in London's Bloomsbury district in a simple house and she became a pediatrician at the University Hospital in London.

Grandmother wanted her to marry a good Chinese man, come from a traditional family, and have a good education.

However, a handsome neighbor moved into the next house, he was not Chinese, he was not from a traditional family, he did not have high aspirations, he had a typical European bad boy appearance and he was very grumpy.

So, can you guess what Mei Ling will do?

NOTES OF THE AUTHOR:
1. The chapters are short;
2. A sweet and sweet story;
3. R18 is a certainty.
4. It is a modern novel, which is a good part of it in England.
5. The publication has no date, will depend on the reception of the novel.

Ma Yiqun returned from Boss Pei's office, feeling less confused than he was before. 
When he went back upstairs, he passed by the editors' department and saw all the young editors vetting and editing manuscripts seriously. These young people seemed to cherish this job opportunity. 
As a second-tier city, Jingzhou did not have many tech ventures. There weren't many internet businesses either. The main source of jobs was in traditional industries. These traditional industries were known for torturing fresh graduates. They were worldly, hierarchical, and boring; most fresh graduates could not adapt to working in traditional industries. 
At first, these people lacked direction for their own futures. They could not get recommendations for post-graduate studies, and their academic results did not qualify them either. Yet, they could not find jobs that they were passionate about. 
Companies in traditional industries looked down on them, and they looked down on traditional jobs in return. They practically despised each other. 
They watched as their own classmates became carefree after securing jobs and post-graduate positions. Some of them had even been offered high starting pays and had become the envy of many. 
On the other hand, they did not have a single offer. They faced as many rejections as they did interviews, and they felt like they had already thrown their resumes into the deep sea. One could only imagine the immense pressure they were under. 
Initially, some of them were prepared to retake their examinations. Others decided to go back to their hometown. None of them expected the tables to turn! 
Coincidentally, a new website was set up. All of them were recruited. What's more, they landed editing jobs that were slightly related to their majors. Their luck was extremely good! 
In the beginning, some of them were unhappy with the job and even despised web novels. However, after interacting with other classmates who were already working, they realized that the job was extremely good! 
In Jingzhou, the salaries they were earning were considered high for sure. 
In terms of job content, reviewing manuscripts could be dull and tedious at times. However, it was much more interesting than working as an administrative staff in most offices. 
On top of this, their boss was young and easy to talk to. The atmosphere in the company was relaxed and harmonious. Everyone very quickly took a liking toward their new job and decided to work hard to transition from being a student to being part of the working class. 
When Ma Yiqun entered the office, a small-sized, skinny boy stood up suddenly. "Brother Ma, we have finished reviewing the manuscripts for today." 
Ma Yiqun nodded and said, "Good. Do whatever you want for now. I'll gather everyone for a meeting later on." 
This boy's name was Zhu Anxing. He was the liveliest person in the batch of fresh graduates. He was not as autistic as the rest, and he was much smarter as well. He was one of the few editors Ma Yiqun was happy with. 
Zhu Anxing's academic results were horrible. Even when he was about to graduate, he failed three subjects. That was why he proudly delayed graduation. 
Considering the difficulty of examinations for humanities majors, he still managed to fail three subjects before graduation. It was obvious how much he hated learning. 
Delayed graduation meant that Zhu Anxing would only get his graduation certificate at the end of the year. However, Ma Yiqun did not care too much about this. After all, to him, academic results were not important for determining whether one would be good at editing or not. The correlation was not strong. 
This Zhu Anxing read online literature and played games while he was at university. He had a wide variety of interests. That was why he was learning the ropes of this editing job relatively quickly. 
Ma Yiqun decided that once Zhu Anxing's skills were satisfactory, he would promote the latter to become the editor-in-chief of a popular channel. This would take some burden off Ma Yiqun as well. 
Ma Yiqun returned to his desk and made some minor arrangements. Then, he invited the good seedlings, who had chances of becoming editors-in-chief, to attend a meeting. There, he briefly explained what Boss Pei had instructed. 
In the future, they would ease the criteria for accepting manuscripts. They would also attract authors to write for them with full-time benefits. Their main goal would be to fill the library up. 
After that, Ma Yiqun addressed the problem of them not having enough work to do. 
People like Zhu Anxing, who were learning quickly about online literature, could start working as editors if they were really needed to. What's more, since there were very few manuscripts being submitted, they could quickly finish their reviewing work. 
If they had no other work to do during the remaining time, they could learn from Infinite Chinese Network's popular online literature.
Ma Yiqun scanned the group and said, "If you feel like you do not have enough work to do—apart from reading popular online literature, you could also try to write something.
"You might all be editors, but who knows if you would be able to write a hot-selling novel? You must still have dreams. 
"What's more, we don't have many manuscripts on our website at the moment. The standard of the manuscripts we are receiving is not great as well. I'm sure we could recommend any book you write in good positions on the website. You could take this opportunity to give it a shot." 
There was nothing wrong with what Ma Yiqun was saying, but it had no practical significance. If no one visited the website, it would not matter even if he recommended their books there.
Ma Yiqun paused before adding, "If you really have nothing to do, I will give you something to do: think about the theme and plot for Repent and be Saved." 
Initially, thinking about the theme for Repent and be Saved was Ma Yiqun's job as the plot planner.
However, life was full of twists and turns. Ma Yiqun had unexpectedly been promoted. Logically, Ma Yiqun should have handed this task over to someone. However, Lu Mingliang was stunned. He said to Ma Yiqun, "If you don't do this, no one else would be able to." 
The only other person who was fit to do the job was Boss Pei. However, Boss Pei was extremely busy. How could he personally work on the plot? 
Ma Yiqun thought about it and decided that it was not a big deal. He could afford to write the theme for the game. 
Thus, Ma Yiqun put on two hats. He thought about the theme for Repent and be Saved while he worked on Zhongdian Chinese Network. 
Now that the initial preparation for the website was more or less complete and Boss Pei was fully supportive, Ma Yiqun felt a lot less stressed.
All of a sudden, Ma Yiqun realized a problem. He had brothers around him. He did not need to fight the battle alone. They could work on Repent and be Saved's plot together! 
When the twenty-odd people found that they had nothing to do, they could think of a plot for Repent and be Saved. The few of them who majored in Chinese, like Zhu Anxing, had a good foundation in ancient Chinese anyway. 
According to Boss Pei's request, Repent and be Saved had to have a huge amount of ancient Chinese riddles and puzzles. Ma Yiqun had to work on all of these on his own. He would be able to complete it, but if he worked on it by himself, the quality would be compromised for sure. 
Now that there were so many people there to help him, he could split the workload. Wouldn't they be acting as a plot team, then? 
Ma Yiqun briefly explained the direction for Repent and be Saved's theme to everybody. 
The initial design for the theme was already complete. There would be traditional Chinese scenes and elements of Buddhism, Taoism, and ancient mythology. They would not emphasize any one element over others. Instead, there would be sprinkles of everything. 
It was possible for the game to only have Buddhist-themed scenery. They could even make Sanskrit part of the art resources in the game. However, after some discussion, Ma Yiqun and Lu Mingliang decided that it would not be appropriate. 
Having purely Buddhist-themed scenery would make the entire game cohesive. The style would also be very clear. However, it might not be able to accurately portray the characteristics of ancient China. 
In other words, the main point of the game might be obscured.
Buddhism was a foreign religion after all. It was no indigenous enough. It did not bring out traditional China's style. 
That was why Ma Yiqun and Lu Mingliang decided that they would include elements of Buddhism, Taoism, and ancient mythology. They would come together to express a unique, traditional Chinese style. 
As for whether it would look like a mess of different styles or not… 
They did not have to worry. Big Boss Ruan Guangjian would be in charge of curating the style of the game. He would use the epic ink oil painting style to create art resources. Ma Yiqun trusted that the effect would be beautiful.


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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 In the end, Ge Da Tian's clone also gave Wei Xiao Bei some advice. Essentially, he suggested he learn some skills in the mortal realm first. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't be able to learn anything even if he went to the Shing Wong Temple.
 After saying all that, Ge Da Tian's clone dove into Wei Xiao Bei's body and vanished.
 Wei Xiao Bei was still stuck in thought. He organized all the plans he had and all the things he needed to do in the near future.
 When he heard Huang Kun mention that a temple festival was being held near Shing Wong Temple of Cui Hu City, he was inspired. Wei Xiao Bei decided to walk the streets and look for inspiration and see if there were any exceptional craftsmen he could learn from and attempt to obtain a related skill.
 It would be very convenient if that was possible.
 Huang Kun and Zhu Xin Yi were the first to respond upon hearing that their master wanted to go to the temple festival. Zhao Guang also appeared to be fairly excited. He had never even heard of such a thing as a temple festival. He was all riled up just from listening to Huang Kun describe the event.
 Andre also got the whole family ready after hearing of the trip. All of them changed into traditional Chinese costumes.
 The traditional costume looked good on Andre and his family, but there was no changing their faces. They still looked every bit the foreigners they were.
 Of course, the gangsters-turned teenagers had no right to choose. They were just a bunch of minions. They dare not tag along with the rest of the group?
 Hehe, anyone amongst Zhao Guang, Huang Kun or Zhu Xin Yi would be enough to beat them until they cried.
 Wei Xiao Bei solemnly slipped into a large windbreaker for this trip, wrapping a scarf around his face, putting on shades and wearing a hat on his head, as if he was a celebrity avoiding the paparazzi.
 The others couldn't help but giggle when they saw his appearance.
 Wei Xiao Bei couldn't help it either. He had no other choice.
 His Charm was too high. [Pan An's Beauty] only made things worse. It was the daytime right now. If he didn't dress like this, he would most definitely be swarmed and devoured by those crazed women before he could reach the temple festival.
 Everyone wanted to laugh at Wei Xiao Bei's appearance, but their chuckles were stifled by a frustrated Wei Xiao Bei.
 After all, the only one amongst them who could stand their ground slightly against Wei Xiao Bei was Zhao Guang. 
 However, Zhao Guang was plenty obedient to Wei Xiao Bei. Huang Kun only found himself with two bumps on his head after trying to encourage Zhao Guang to rebel against his master. 
 It was true that Wei Xiao Bei's Charm had been weakened after he wrapped himself up so badly. The effect of [Pan An's Beauty] also vanished after he covered his head with the scarf and put on the shades.
 Wei Xiao Bei finally let out a breath of relief when he saw the women on the streets acting normally at the sight of him.
 He had to admit, being too handsome was a real burden sometimes.
 It was now that Wei Xiao Bei remembered that the SUV was still parked at the Phoenixhead Mountain parking lot. Having Zhou Xing Yuan go fetch the car now would be too late. As such, the entire group called for two taxis and they set off for Cui Hu City's Shing Wong Temple.
 Shing Wong Temple was located in the north of the city. It had been completely destroyed in a war several decades ago. The current temple was rebuilt on the same location a few years ago when the major tycoons of the city decided to fund its construction.
 It was almost Chinese New Year's now. There were many people who had returned to Cui Hu City for the celebrations, causing the cars on the streets to be extremely crowded.
 They sat in the car for over an over before arriving outside Shing Wong Temple.
 There was still over five or six hundred meters to the temple, but the taxis could not move any further. The crowd was too large there. Even cars couldn't make their way through.
 Wei Xiao Bei frowned at the massive crowd. 
 For a person like himself, who had spent so much time in the Dust World, he felt uncomfortable being too close to people.
 Put plainly, he felt no sense of security.
 Even though Wei Xiao Bei had more than enough power to kill everyone here, that sense of unease would not just vanish with increased power.
 "Andre, open a path up in front. Zhao Guang, you stay on the right, Huang Kun, you stay on the left. We will squeeze our way in! "
 After arranging his followers in a formation as if he was a general, Wei Xiao Bei and his party finally moved forward.
 One had to admit that Andre, the big European bloke, was best for making way at the front. He shouted with his badly accented Chinese as he walked forward, "Make way, make way."
 Setting aside the fact that he was extremely strong, most people were too embarrassed to scold him when they saw he was a foreigner, even when he accidentally stepped on some people's feet.
 It couldn't be helped, Chinese people tended to be the perfect paragon of politeness in front of foreigners.
 Meanwhile, though Zhao Guang and Huang Kun were young, they were like unmoving mountains in the crowd. Anyone that tried to squeeze past them would feel like they were running into a solid mountain.
 With these three hard laborers doing all the work, Wei Xiao Bei, Xin Yi, Andre's family, and the teenagers finally got through the crowd and entered the plaza in front of Shing Wong Temple.
 This plaza in front of Shing Wong Temple served a different purpose from the Downtown Plaza. The Downtown Plaza was meant to display the landmark buildings of Cui Hu City, while the Shing Wong Temple Plaza was for the temple festival held during Chinese New Year's.
 There were all sorts of snacks for sale, along with performers, antique sellers, and even some fortune-tellers.
 This place would always be so lively when the holidays came.
 In truth, this was the first time Wei Xiao Bei had come to the temple festival of Shing Wong Temple Plaza despite having lived in Cui Hu for so long.
 There wasn't such a lively place back at Wei Xiao Bei's old hometown. At best, there were some parades during New Year's, but there was no festival.
 "Everyone brought your phones with you? Meet here at noon. Let's split up for now."
 Wei Xiao Bei saw the excitement on everyone's faces when they reached the flagposts at the center of the plaza. He decided to just have everyone go enjoy themselves.
 Huang Kun was the first to jump in excitement upon hearing these words. He dragged Zhao Guang with him and vanished into the crowd in the blink of an eye.
 Xin Yi dragged the teenagers by her side, knocking them in the head if they refused to listen to her. So, one by one, they followed obediently behind her like little ducklings.
 Naturally, Andre's family walked together, examining one street stall after another like they were looking for treasure.
 Everyone split up and soon, they had all disappeared into the crowd.
 Wei Xiao Bei looked around and saw a group of kids gathered around a sugar painting stall. He slowly walked over there.
 He hadn't intentionally picked this sugar painting stall. He was just walking around and trying his luck to see if he could obtain some skills.
 Sugar painting was one of the famous traditional folk arts in China. It was most popular in the Sichuan region and used very simple tools. A small furnace, two spoons, one large and one small, a spatula and a flat marble board. Of course, you needed a spinning board. All sorts of animals were drawn on the board, mostly the twelve zodiacs, along with a dragon, a phoenix, a dragonfly, a butterfly and a bunch of other animals. You would decide what sugar painting you get by spinning the wheel.
 The syrup was made by adding white sugar to the big spoon with a bit of water and roasting it until it turned into a fine golden color. The syrup could then be poured onto the marble board where it could be shaped and fashioned.
 Since it was a craft, the technique of the craftsman was key.
 Sugar painting was one of Wei Xiao Bei's favorite things when he was a kid.
 Now, there were already machines that could automatically make sugar paintings. It was said to be a revolution in traditional sugar painting folk art. Wei Xiao Bei couldn't help but click his tongue when he read the news.
 Crafts had to be made by hand for it to have meaning. What's the difference from a commercial product off the factory line if it was made by a machine? It would lose all its meaning and significance.
 He stood at the stall and looked on for a while. He nodded. The technique of this sugar painter was pretty decent. The sugar was not too thick or thin and the designs were fine and delicate, perfectly balanced. He must have been working on sugar paintings for over twenty years, given his skills.
 "Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!"
 A kid paid the money and spun the wheel, shouting loudly as he did so.
 Unfortunately, his luck wasn't too good. The pointer landed on the dragonfly and the kid became dejected.
 It was simple. How much sugar went into the painting had to do with the design of the painting.
 For instance, the dragon and phoenix used the most sugar, while the dragonfly and the butterfly used the least.
 When he was younger, Wei Xiao Bei preferred a flat piece of sugar candy, the thick kind. It used just as much sugar as the dragon or the phoenix, but he got to lick it for longer periods of time.
 Wei Xiao Bei finally felt like he had learned something after watching for so long. He was itching to try his hand.
 Coincidentally, the sugar painting master got up and looked around, a sort of urgency written on his face.
 Wei Xiao Bei didn't need to look to know that he was looking for the restroom.
 However, the business was doing good now. Yet, he had no one to take his place. He couldn't help but get worried over the whole situation.
 "Sir, go to the restroom. Lend me your stall for me to play around. Here's the deposit."
 Wei Xiao Bei said as he passed him five hundred dollars.
 The sugar painting master was in his forties and was a bit reluctant to just do so.
 After all, anyone would be concerned if a stranger just stepped forward and said something like that.
 However, in the end, his intense need to use the toilet defeated him. He gave it some thought as well. This was five hundred dollars. His whole stall put together wasn't even worth that much. There was nothing he needed to worry about.
 At the thought of this, the master took the money and slipped into the crowd, making straight for the public toilet.
 The children gathered around the stall became upset when the sugar painting master left. After all, this sugar painter used the most sugar in his art and had the best drawings of them all in this temple festival.
 These children were not as silly as the adults made them out to be. They knew how to make the most of their money as well.
 Just as the children got up to leave, Wei Xiao Bei sat on the stall and started hollering, "Big giveaway now! The first ten kids get a free sugar painting. Who's up for it?"
 The stall immediately became lively with children when they heard him say that.
 After all, who wouldn't want something that was free?
 The children got into a crowd and almost pushed the sugar painting stall over.


One day, Wei Xiao Bei gets dragged into The Dust World, a post-apocalyptic world ruled by monsters from myths, legends, games, etc. He also gains the power to travel between it and the real world, as well as the power called the 'Status Panel'. With this power, he chooses to strengthen himself to explore the vast mysteries and terror of the other world. What mysteries await him? What is The Dust World?
Author's Synopsis:
What the hell is this? What the hell happened here?
How did my room become so ruined after a single night?
The floor and table were covered in dust, his new poster of Zhang Liang Ying that had just been posted on the wall a few days ago had already become yellow and tattered all over. Even Zhang Liang Ying’s beautiful face became monstrous as if an old devil was looking at him with a terrifying smile.
The walls were covered by a mist of cobwebs and the fruits placed on top of the coffee table were withered and rotted to the point that the mold on them had turned black. The fruits below even seemed to have turned into mush. The aluminium framed window that the landlord had just installed not that long ago was now covered in a layer of white ash and the glass was filled with cracks and covered in dust.
The computer beside his bed was also covered by cobwebs and was accompanied by an empty water glass with a withered worm inside of it.
Dust filled the air making Wei Xiao Bei choke as he tried to breathe.
Everything seemed to be ash gray without any light as if looking at television static.
After just one night, it seemed like everything in the room had aged for centuries or even millennia.
Mother… is this a dream?
This must be a dream!

'Xiao Wang' was an affectionate term that only Zhao Ming Qing used. Everyone else referred to him as 'President Wang'. This was because Xiao Wang was Zhao Ming Qing's student, and he had the position only because of Zhao Ming Qing's connections despite being so young. If it weren't for Zhao Ming Qing's, he wouldn't be where he was today.
With the president around, the certificate wouldn't have been a problem at all. After calling up the relevant departments, the certificate finally reached Lin Fan's hands. Although it was just a piece of paper, it meant alot more to Lin Fan.
Sighs of relief.
Lin Fan arranged the papers neatly and got ready to leave the place.
Xiao Wang wanted to ask Zhao Ming Qing a few questions but realized that Zhao Ming Qing had already gotten ready to leave the place with Lin Fan. Till now, he still didn't know what was going on and who the young lad was, and why Elder Zhao would call him Teacher.
Forget it. This was Elder Zhao's business. I would just come off as annoying if I probe too much into this.
Outside the Ministry of Health.
"Teacher, are you satisfied with this?" Zhao Ming Qing asked, his face full of glee.
Lin Fan nodded. "Indeed, I am. I am impressed with the efficiency of the Ministry of Health."
"When do I formally become your disciple? This needs a huge ceremony!" Zhao Ming Qing said excitedly.
Lin Fan nodded. "Yep, that's for sure. Becoming someone's disciple is a grand occasion."
Zhao Ming Qing was on cloud nine. He finally found someone to teach him the true art of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and he promised himself that he would work harder than ever to complete learn from Master Lin.
"Teacher, when will my discipleship start?"
Now that the certificate was completed, he felt more comfortable. As far as the discipleship was concerned, he still had to wait, to find the right time to bring it up, otherwise, all of these would go to waste.
"This issue isn't urgent, let me think for awhile," Lin Fan waved him away, saying.
Zhao Ming Qing was getting a little worried. "Teacher, didn't you say just now that you'll accept me as your disciple once I've settled your certificate?"
Lin Fan paused for a moment, before looking at Zhao Ming Qing. "Who said that? I said just now that I would consider. Furthermore, you dare to contradict me even when you haven't become my disciple yet. Imagine what will happen next time when you learn even more things from me!"
Zhao Ming Qing immediately put his hands together. "Teacher, I did not. Can I know when will you consider?"
Lin Fan gestured towards the sky, causing Zhao Ming Qing to look at him in confusion. "Teacher, what is the meaning of that?"
"Look at the sky," Lin Fan said calmly.
"Teacher, what is the meaning of that?" Zhao Ming Qing asked, confuddled.
Lin Fan tilted his head skyward. "If it is today, let there be thunder, signifying that it is the Heaven's will for you to be my disciple. If there is no lightning, then we'll have to wait for the next time. Let me consider in the meantime."
Zhao Ming Qing tilted his head and looked at the sky, which was clear, azure blue, the sun hanging at the center of the sky. There wasn't a single dark cloud.
Mu Lao looked upwards as well. "The sky looks so clear. It doesn't look like there is going to be any lightning."
Lin Fan chuckled to himself. If there were an actual lightning bolt, it was as good as seeing a ghost. Don't you get it? This is my attempt at subtly letting you down.
The opportunity to become my disciple is over and gone. My own talent is superior! Do you think just anybody can be my disciple?
Suddenly!
Rumbling sounds!
Lin Fan was originally immensely proud of himself, but in that instant, he looked up, seeing a flash of lightning race across the sky.
"This...this..."
Zhao Ming Qing was completely overjoyed. "Teacher, there is thunder! Thunder!"
"F*ck!" Lin Fan was seething with rage. How was this even possible? But Lin Fan kept his cool, replying, "I know there is thunder."
"Teacher, does this mean I get to be your disciple now?" Zhao Ming Qing asked, his face looking at him expectantly. In all his years, this was the fourth time he got this excited.
Lin Fan stood there and continued to observe the sky, unable to believe what just happened. This phenomenon also attracted the attention of a few other onlookers.
A promise was a promise, and he could not go back on it.
"Yes, you... You may be my disciple," Lin Fan stuttered.
Zhao Ming Qing was elated beyond belief and was at a loss for words. "Teacher, don't you worry. This is a grand event and I'll let the whole Traditional Chinese Medicine community know that you have become my master and I'll invite everyone that I know to my ceremony. However, I do know alot of people, so if you find this too much a hassle, we can figure out something a little simpler."
Lin Fan looked at Zhao Ming Qing, still in a daze. "What do you mean by simpler? Now that you're my disciple, everything must be done in broad daylight and everything must be grand. As long as your friend is in the same line of work, you have to invite them."
Zhao Ming Qing nodded his head. "Alright, alright. Teacher, you don't have to worry about that."
Lin Fan still couldn't get over the fact that there was thunder on such a clear day. "Alright, I'll go back first. Once you've made the arrangements, look for me on Cloud Street."
Lin Fan got into his car and drove off.
In the car, Lin Fan whipped out his phone. He frowned as he read the notifications page.
"Warning of imminent showers with thunderstorms today..."
Rain started to fall!
Not long after, it started to rain cats and dogs.
"F*ck, how could I not have seen this coming? This is my unlucky day!" Lin Fan shook his head helplessly. But at least, Lin Fan didn't have any problems taking Zhao Ming Qing as his disciple Teaching someone without any basic foundational knowledge would just be a pain in the ass, but teaching an old Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner with a very solid foundational knowledge would be much more efficient and may even benefit society. It wasn't too bad an option.
Since I've agreed already, I'll just let it be.
As far as I am concerned, I don't like students who were all action without any character, and Zhao Ming Qing was not one of them.
I have to let everyone know that I am the most awesome and legendary Master Lin!
As long as people had the impression that you were awesome and legendary, it wouldn't matter if you did something stupid.
Back in the Ministry of Health.
Zhao Ming Qing Lao Mu were taking shelter from the rain. "Being someone's disciple really isn't an easy task."
Mu Lao looked at Zhao Ming Qing concerned. "Elder Zhao, you're already so old, and your Master is so young. If you let everyone know that he was your Master, wouldn't it be bad for you?"
"What's bad about that? Although Teacher is young, his skills and knowledge far surpass mine. Discipleship does not depend on age. If I chose not to do this just because of age, it would be a great loss to me."
"What about your family? I don't think they will agree with it, especially your sons and daughters," Mu Lao said.
"Who cares if they agree or disagree with my decision. They can't stop me, and if they do, I'll break their legs," Zhao Ming Qing said, his voice raised a little.
Mu Lao shook his head and laughed. "Alright. Such an expert at such a young age, it really isn't easy. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Say, do you think the mysterious doctor from the Internet who everyone was going crazy about, could it be him..."
Zhao Ming Qing smiled at Mu Lao. "I'm not so sure. Anyway, I've got to go back and start to prepare for the ceremony, as well as invite all my friends and colleagues."
Mu Lao couldn't imagine what reactions and things would happen on the day itself...


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

Lu Feng was puzzled seeing Xie Ming's expressions. He understood from her expressions that she wanted to keep it a secret that she is the one who treated her aunt. 
" Ah, the thing is… Ahem…" he was at a loss for words. Because he had no idea how to explain this thing to Su Jin even though she has no degree or any proper medical education but she knows about it very well. 
It's difficult for him to make Su Jin believe that Xie Ming is not a strange person and she has capabilities and was not just talking nonsense. 
" I don't have any degree nor I work at a hospital but I know Chinese traditional medicine. And according to my knowledge in traditional medicine, I can say that the boy has autism." Xie Ming said with a straight face.
" Oh really. Then you must have studied in Chinese medicine as your major right? " Su Jin asked Xie Ming about her qualifications. 
Su Jin is not the kind of person who looks down on Chinese medicine. Even her grandfather is a doctor of Chinese medicine. 
So she has faith in Chinese medicine as well. She knows that before practicing Chinese medicine, one should have studied Chinese herbal medicine and acupuncture. 
Her interest piqued hearing that Xie Ming knows Chinese medicine. 
Xie Ming pursed her lips and remembered that in this world, you need to study about Chinese medicine in college as well. 
In her world, she learned the Chinese medicine from her father and treated many villagers and soldiers with her father. 
Even though she didn't have any degree but no one ever doubted her capabilities even for once.
In this place, people believe more in a piece of paper rather than a person's capabilities. 
" Ms. Su Jin, I didn't study Chinese medicine as a major nor I have a degree but I can guarantee you that my capabilities are better than all the oriental doctors out there." she sighed. 
She has no way to make her believe in her words because she doesn't have a degree but she has skills. 
" And it's up to you to believe my words or not because I don't have any degree to prove my words. I just hope you can check on the boy and help him cure it. That's it. "
Xie Ming feels upset because in this world she has to explain her qualities to everyone. 
But it's good that they don't know. Because she was afraid that if others found out that she used acupuncture on the pregnant woman when she doesn't have any degree, they would start criticizing her. 
This world has different rules and laws in her time. It will be considered a crime if others found out that she treated a patient without any degree. 
She knows that she has experience and skills. 
But how can she make them believe that she is not inexperienced? She just doesn't have the so-called degree in this field that they want. 
Just as she had expected, Lu Feng was also astounded hearing Xie Ming's words. She didn't learn it from a verified source and yet she has such great capabilities. 
He was shocked rather than surprised. Because he knew what she did and saved his aunt which was truly impressive and after seeing her video many doctors wanted to meet her. 
But now he not only got to meet her but also found out that she has not studied medicine as her major. 
She is truly a genius. 
" Hah. Mrs. Jin, I think you're taking it as a joke. You want me to check on a boy just because you said so? Because you think that he is autistic? Like really?" Su Jin snorted as she looked at Xie Ming. 
She has thought that she has studied medicine even though she is not a doctor, she must be a nurse or something. But to her surprise, she has no medical degree or studied medicine. 
" I am a pediatric neurologist. More than that, I am very successful in my field. I am not someone who will treat someone just because you said so. If you said that earth is collapsing tomorrow, should I believe that? " she snorted as she looked at Xie Ming with ridicule in her eyes. 
Lu Feng was surprised when he heard Su Jin's words. He didn't expect her to behave this way. 
. 
" Doctor Su Jin, that's not the point here. We... " 
He wanted to tell her that Xie Ming is not the type she was thinking but Su Jin interrupted her. 
" Doctor Lu Feng, I don't know what happened to you that you're believing this woman's words. I heard what just happened in the lobby. You want me to check on the boy just because she said so? Just to prove that this woman is wrong? "
" Even that boy's father is denying that his son is fine, so why is she insisting on it? And why should I waste my time to check on a boy who is fine? Just to prove this woman wrong? I am sorry Doctor Lu, I don't have much free time on my hand." 
Su Jin interrupted Lu Feng and was about to stand up when she stopped hearing Xie Ming's words. 
" I pity your patients Doctor Su, that they got such a doctor who feels that she is wasting her time by checking on her patients. " Xie Ming snorted as she folded her arms in front of her chest. 
Lu Feng was surprised when he heard Xie Ming's remarks. By now, he was thinking that Xie Ming is very kind-hearted but surprisingly her remarks could be very cruel. 
He pursed his lips when he saw Su Jin's expressions upon hearing Xie Ming's words. 
He knows that Su Jin is very good at diagnosing her patients and a very competent doctor and till now no one told her that they pity her patients. 
Xie Ming was directly ridiculing her and her work ethics by saying this. 
…. 
" What did you say?" Su Jin turned around and glared at Xie Ming as she gritted her teeth. 
" Ms. Su Jin, you said that you don't want to check on that boy right? But have you ever looked at the boy, that you're saying that he is fine? Have you seen him walking that you're saying he is fine? Have you seen him getting panicked when he saw people raising their voices or shouting? "
" Have you seen the boy that he can't even make eye contact with anyone and how his hands tremble? " 
Su Jin was caught off guard when she heard Xie Ming mentioning all the major problems when spotting autistic children. 
There are no definite medical tests like blood tests or so to check if a child has autism or not. That's why doctors generally check the developmental history and behavior of the child. 
Because of having no medical test, autism is very difficult to diagnose at initial stages. And it doesn't have any definite treatment to cure this disease. 
Doctors can only advise to take therapies and use meditation as a medium to not let their condition elevate. 
Though it gets difficult to spot these things at the initial stage, only those who are experts in the field can catch the difference. 
Su Jin was dumbfounded when Xie Ming mentioned all the main behavioral points that were evaluated for their diagnosis one by one. 
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LW: " You're right. 

My wife is good at cooking, good in medicine, good at being narcissist......and I am sure, she will be good in bed too."

XM: -__- " Shameless"

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It's a story about a girl Zhao Ming who is an Empress of the Ji Dynasty. She was despised as the Empress by her husband and her mother in law. As an Empress, her position in the palace was as low as concubines.

One day she fell in the pond and drowned to death. 

But when she opened her eyes she was in an unknown body and unknown place. It was the 21st century. She transmigrated from ancient times to modern in the body of a girl named Xie Ming who is the wife of the business tycoon Jin Liwei.

This is a story about how two girls switched their souls and transmigrated to different times and places. This story will show their life in different surroundings and finding their true love.

PS. The story of the second female lead and the story of the transmigration to the Ji Empire starts with the second volume.
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A/N

JL: "Do you think, you're some kind of princess or what?"
XM: "I am not any princess, but "Empress" How dare a commoner to talk to the Empress like this. "

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"I'll go back now. If there's anything, just call me directly." Yang Ming did not stay any longer. As he had given the books to Shen Yuxi, he was ready to leave.
Although Shen Yuxi was a little reluctant, she also knew that Yang Ming was very busy every day. It was not easy for him to find the time to visit her. So, she pursed her lips and did not say anything to keep him, "Yang Ming, I will study hard."
She was a smart girl. She knew that there were too many obstacles between her and Yang Ming. So, she would not readily reveal her feelings. She understood that Yang Ming brought so many books to her out of sympathy, hoping that she could occupy herself and find the strength to carry on.
In fact, Shen Yuxi had already accepted the reality of her situation. She would not be so stupid to consider suicide or other such options. Even in her current situation, she would realize her dreams through her own efforts!
When I am dead, what will happen to my parents? Shen Yuxi would not do such a stupid thing.
So, she expressed her determination to Yang Ming, which was what Yang Ming wanted to see.
"En, I have already talked to Bao Sanli." Yang Ming nodded and smiled. "You don't have to finish all the books before going to work. You can go to work when you think you are ready.
"You can stay in the company or stay here. Bao Sanli will arrange a special car to pick you up every day. You can learn on the job."
"Thank you, Yang Ming." Shen Yuxi was very touched. Although Yang Ming might only be sympathetic to her, it was enough.
Yang Ming walked out of the dilapidated neighborhood where Shen Yuxi's house was, and sighed as he looked up at the bright sky. He had no solution for Shen Yuxi's condition. It wasn't just him; even the hospital doctors had no solution.
Yang Ming thought of his godfather Liu Weishan. Liu Weishan was highly prestigious in academic circles, and he was also familiar with the famous neurosurgeon Zhong Hanlin. Maybe godfather knows some expert neurologists?
Yang Ming had not thought about this matter when he was eating earlier. Now that he remembered it, Yang Ming took out his phone and hurriedly dialed Liu Weishan's number. There was no other reason. Yang Ming just felt that Shen Yuxi was too pitiful. She should not suffer from all this at her age. She should instead be experiencing happiness and romance at this age.
"Yang Ming? We just finished eating together. Why are you calling godfather now?" Liu Weishan was thinking about Professor Wang's matter in the office. Professor Wang definitely could not be the Department Head, but he was considering whether he should demote Professor Wang from the deputy head's position.
Liu Weishan was in a dilemma. If he demoted Professor Wang, it would appear as a case of personal hatred. After all, his conflict with Professor Wang was private. However, if he did not demote Professor Wang, this person's character was really hard to accept.
But after all, Professor Wang had been the Deputy Head for so many years. If Liu Weishan demoted him all of a sudden, Professor Wang would lose face. Forget it then, let Professor Wang be a Deputy Investigator. It has a similar status to a Deputy Head. This would be considered as giving him some face.
"Godfather, I would like to ask you, do you know any expert neurologists?" asked Yang Ming.
"What? Yang Ming, why did you suddenly ask this?" Liu Weishan was a little puzzled, knowing that Yang Ming would not be interested in this out of the blue.
"This is the case. I have a friend who jumped down from upstairs and damaged the nerves supplying her legs. Now, she can not feel anything in her lower body and can not walk. I want to see if I can help her find a solution." Yang Ming did not beat about the bush and directly stated his purpose.
"Oh? That's it... I remember. A while ago, wasn't a girl in your company forced to jump off a building by several punks? Her name is Shen, right?" Liu Weishan had read about this in the newspaper.
"Shen Yuxi, that's her." Yang Ming did not expect his godfather to remember her name.
"En, I don't know much about the field of medicine. I will call my old friend, Zhong Hanlin. He is a leading figure in the field of medicine. I can ask him." said Liu Weishan. "Yang Ming, wait for my call. I will call him now."
"Okay, godfather." Yang Ming hung up the phone. In any case, he must do his utmost, and only after he had done his best would he not have any regrets.
Yang Ming drove toward the villa. He had not contacted Zhao Ying for several days. He had promised to accompany her on the spring outing... Maybe this would be his last spring outing.
Yang Ming was unsure in his heart. He did not know if he could return safely from Yunnan. So, this time would be considered as a showdown with Zhao Ying.
It did not take long for Yang Ming to reach home. Yang Ming had just turned on his computer to connect to the Internet when Liu Weishan called him back.
"Hey, godfather." Yang Ming quickly answered the phone.
"Yang Ming, I talked with Zhong Hanlin about Shen Yuxi's case. But, Old Zhong said that Western medicine is often unable to treat neurological problems," said Liu Weishan. "But, in traditional Chinese medicine, there is a theory about meridians. If the meridians are not flowing smoothly, it will lead to the current situation. The best treatment is acupuncture."
"Acupuncture?" Yang Ming froze for a moment. Why didn't I think of acupuncture? Yeah, the nerves were known as meridians in traditional Chinese medicine. Acupuncture has amazing curative effects. It seemed that I took the wrong approach from the start believing that only surgery could solve the problem.
"Yes," said Liu Weishan. "Acupuncture is the only hope left."
"Godfather, can Professor Zhong introduce me to a powerful expert in traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture?" Yang Ming did not know much about this.
"There are some amazing people. The best known acupuncturist in the country is Therapist Lin Dongfang. But, he hasn't appeared in the public sight for ten years, and no one knows where he went. If he helped, Shen Yuxi would be able to recover completely under his treatment. Actually, it would not be a problem at all! During that year, there was a person whose meridians suffered trauma and were servers, but he gradually recovered Divine Doctor Lin's treatment." Liu Weishan sighed. "I heard this name ten years ago, but it's been years since then... "
"Recluse?" Yang Ming was startled and a little disappointed.
"I don't know. No one knows this," said Liu Weishan. "We can't always figure out the thoughts of these experts. At that time, Divine Doctor Lin was at the peak of fame and fortune but he suddenly disappeared. Even a person like me who is indifferent to fame and fortune can't do what he did, disappearing completely from sight... "
"In that case..." Yang Ming sighed. "It seems that it will be difficult to find Divine Doctor Lin..."
"But, don't be discouraged. During that time, there was a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine that knew Divine Doctor Lin and was guided by him. He is famous now. Although not as famous as Divine Doctor Lin at that time, he is also an acupuncture expert," said Liu Weishan. "Old Zhong recommended him to me. I met this person a few times, and he is not far from us."


Yang Ming is an underachiever in high school. Unmotivated, he skips class to shoot pool, cheats on his exams and gets into fights. However, by an act of goodwill and fate, he obtains some high-tech contact lenses that give him superpowers. Together with his gangster street-smarts and ruthless fighting skills, it doesn't take long for him dramatically change his life for the better.
As his journey unfolds, he battles against society's big guns and attempts to bring justice into an unjust world. Along the way, he has many interesting and romantic encounters with the ladies who are charmed by his shameless flirting.
How will he use his superpowers?
Will he be able to overcome evil and bring justice to the world?
Who will he choose to be with at the end? 
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After speaking, as though afraid she would reject, the car had already turned around and left. Wen Xinya noted the car license plate number: RexS99999. This special license number was rarely seen in the city. Rex was the English name Rex when translated to Mandarin, it meant king, ruler, or emperor. The five nines that preceded meant Nine-Five. In ancient Country Z, Nine-Five was usually meant to refer to a king or a ruler!
Who is he exactly, that he could unscrupulously use the English word Rex and even dared to arrogantly use five nines for his car plate number?
He looked as though he had gracefully walked into her life, but in reality, he had aggressively and overbearingly barged into her life.
His identity was shrouded in a heavy black fog, blurring her vision and confusing her. Her gut feeling was telling her that he was dangerous and that she should not be near him and maintain a good distance from him.
She thought of her past life when she loved a man so deeply. She gave him her everything but all she ever received from him was a heartbreaking betrayal. It was at that time that she gave up on herself.
Having a second chance at life, she never thought of accepting a man, to let him barge into her life. However, Si Yiyan was different. He never sought her permission before aggressively conquering her life. It was as though her rejection, faced with such intense aggression, was turned into a weak attempt.
Wen Xinya shook off her own confusing thoughts, refusing to think about the annoying problems of love and feelings! In this life, she was not going to let love chain her down again. There were many, many things that she had to do.
Wen Xinya remembered the first time she came to Grandpa Du's medical house and was shocked that it was actually an isolated mansion located at the mountainside of Mt. Ling.
"You thought that a 'medical house' was an actual thatched cottage, didn't you?" Uncle Zhang said with a laughter, trying to tease her.
Wen Xinya was tongue-tied. Looking at her confused expression, Uncle Zhang burst out laughing. He even told Grampy when he returned to the Mo Family. And then Grampy told Grandpa Du about it. On the same day, Grandpa Du deliberately called to tease her, "If you like a thatched cottage, I'll have one built right beside my mansion someday."
"Miss Xinya, you're here. Please come in!" The servants from the Du Family liked to call her by her first name. She was aware that Grandpa Du did not like what the Wen Family had done to her. They had forced her to stay at the Mo Mansion. That was why he instructed the servants to greet her by her first name only.
"Mother Hao, I'll help myself. Please carry on with your work!" Wen Xinya felt at home and was comfortable at the Du Family. She did not feel like a stranger at all.
"Mother Hao, do we have a visitor?" Suddenly, from the living room came a sweet, warm voice, as if it was coated with honey.
Mother Hao hurriedly replied, "Oh, it's Miss Xinya."
Wen Xinya raised her head and saw a young girl with curly and messy black hair. She was in white pajamas, and on it was printed pictures of cute bears. She came down from the second story in a pair of cotton bunny-eared slippers. This girl was Grandpa Du's granddaughter, Du Ruo.
Grandpa Du's son, Uncle Du Zhong, favored western medicinal practice and did not follow Grandpa Du's path of career. And because of his busy work schedule, Uncle Du had a divorce when Du Ruo was 5-year-old. Du Ruo was brought up by Grandpa Du. She was influenced by him and had a great interest in Chinese traditional medicinal practice. That made Grandpa Du extremely happy. However, when Du Ruo grew up, she diversified into the faculty of Chinese health and nutritional practice. Grandpa Du was not happy with her decision but could not do anything about it. Every time when he spoke about Du Ruo, he had a sense of regret.
"Xinya, you're early today!" Du Ruo walked towards her with a happy mood. Her eyes were still half-closed as if they were covered with mist, probably because she had just awakened.
"Nope. It isn't that I came early, it's you who have woken up late today. The sun is already high up in the sky." Wen Xinya could not help but pinch her beautiful cute little cheek.
Du Ruo yawned. "A few days ago, Grandpa had a patient. He brought a book about anti-aging secrets of the ancient maids from the palace, and also another book about health maintenance secrets. I have begged Grandpa for a very long time before he agreed to lend me the books. I was busy studying them, that's why I had to stay up late," she said.
Wen Xinya was well aware that if Du Ruo was learning a new recipe, she would study and work hard till she neglected her meals and sleep.
Du Ruo forced herself awake. "Oh yes, Grandpa has gone out early in the morning to see a patient today. Please go to his study room later. He has prepared the materials for your learning today."
"Okay, I know!" Wen Xinya nodded. After a few visits to the Du Family, Grandpa Du had not spent time teaching her personally. He only asked her to read a few medical books by herself. After reading, she would look at the medicine glossary written by Grandpa Du to learn about the different Chinese herbs and medicines. She had a fantastic memory and had already managed to memorize more than half of the information.
Du Ruo jumped into Xinya's arms and wrapped her arms around her neck. She then said playfully, "Xinya, my dear Xinya. Did you bring me some of the rose cakes made by Mother He? I have been waiting for it the entire week."
"Little greedy cat." Wen Xinya pinched her nose and smiled. "Quick, let go of me. I'm suffocating."
Du Ruo let go of her, but then grabbed her arm and shook it. "My dear Xinya, I've called you yesterday to remind you to bring some for me. Don't tell me you've forgotten about it?"
Du Ruo had a beautiful and sweet face. No one could stand it whenever she spoke in a playful tone. Wen Xinya pulled out an exquisite foldable lunch box from her bag and passed it to her. "See? The princess' wish is my command."
"Ah! Xinya, I knew you were the best." Du Ruo received the lunch box happily and opened it immediately. Inside the box were some gorgeous lovely pieces of cake with beautiful rose decorations on top of them. They looked delicious.
Wen Xinya watched her eat the pieces of cake happily. She asked, "Ruo Ruo, do you have any recipe that helps maintain cardiovascular and overall health?"
In her previous life, Grampy died from a severe heart attack. In this lifetime, she had intended to learn more about Chinese traditional medicine knowledge from Grandpa Du so that she could help Grampy improve his overall health.
"I don't have any specific knowledge on that topic. However, I might have kept some ancient recipe that can help you. Let me go find it shortly. Oh yes, who are these recipes for?" Du Ruo replied while enjoying the piece of rose cake on her hand at the same time.
"Grampy has poor cardiovascular health. I wish to help him improve his condition." Wen Xinya said in a serious tone. In her previous life, she learned that Grampy had died from a heart attack that was caused by blocked arteries.
Du Ruo suggested with sincerity. "Grandpa Mo is in good health. He doesn't need to fix any heart problems. I have a few recipes here for making Chinese medicinal cuisines that I have studied them. These recipes bring good results. Grandpa Mo is old in age and indeed needs to improve his overall health. By consuming Chinese medicinal cuisines, it'll be easier for him to absorb all the required nutrients."
Du Ruo was more knowledgeable than her in terms of health maintenance, therefore she gracefully accepted her suggestion. "Well, thank you very much," Wen Xinya appreciated her help.
Du Ruo waved her hand and answered, "Don't need to thank me. It doesn't require much effort on my part. Moreover, Grandpa Mo had always been good to me and treated me like his granddaughter. I should also show some filial piety to him."
Grandpa Du and Grandpa Mo were close friends, thus Du Ruo visited the Mo Family frequently. Though Grandpa Mo had a cold temperament by nature, he treated her very well. When she knew Grandpa Mo found his own granddaughter, she was very happy for him to finally have a family companion.


Originally born from a wealthy family, she ends up leading a vagrant life for fifteen years. However, when she is eventually found by her family, she falls into another devious plot and eventually dies tragically. 

Fifteen years after her rebirth, ravenously raging for revenge, she tears down the hypocritical mask of the foster daughter who had taken her place, and reduces her greedy stepmother and stepsister back to their original sorry states. 

To the jerk's profession of his deep love for her, she only has one thing to say, "Get the hell out of my life. The love you speak of humiliates love!" 

Regardless of the appearances of you monsters, I’ll take in it my stride with my capability, building a business dynasty of my own, sitting in the depths of my riches, bathing in the glistening limelight of the world. 

A certain rich empire's CEO: "Don't mind me. I'm just leaving my mark here to declaring my possession rights; I’ll wait patiently for you to grow up!" The queen's mighty return with commercial warfare fully within her grasp, she navigates the power struggles with skill and verve. When it comes to scheming conspiracies, all she has to say is, "Who are you again? Don’t even bother!"

The decoction was amazing.
"Dad!" Wang Zecheng yelled.
It was a sunny day. The old man was sitting in the courtyard leaning against the wall.
"Where is Haoyuan?" his father asked. He thought his son had gone to pick up his grandson.
"I didn't go pick up Haoyuan. I went out for something else," Wang Zecheng said. "How do you feel?"
"I feel good and comfortable," the old man said.
"Good, I'll pick up Haoyuan soon," Wang Zecheng said. "Let me grab something first."
He went inside the house.
"What did the doctor say?" his wife asked.
"He didn't give me a discount," Wang Zecheng said.
"How many more decoctions does your dad need?" his wife asked.
"Not many I guess," Wang Zecheng said. He decided not to tell his wife the truth yet because he didn't want her to complain about spending too much money on his father's treatment. He also didn't want his father to overhear the complaints.
"By the way, I need to go and pick Haoyuan up," Wang Zecheng said.
"OK, drive safely," his wife said.
Meanwhile, Wang Yao continued teaching Pan Jun massage techniques. During the lesson, the two chatted.
"Is that guy from your village?" Pan Jun asked.
"Yes, his dad is sick," Wang Yao said.
"What is wrong with his dad?" Pan Jun asked.
"Late-stage cancer," Wang Yao said.
"What?" Pan Jun was surprised. "Do you want to cure a late-stage cancer patient?"
"I'm trying to," Wang Yao said.
"Can you cure him?" Pan Jun asked.
Wang Yao laughed. "Do you have doubts about my expertise? To be honest, I feel like I'm stealing a person from the reaper."
No one could guarantee that he could cure a late-stage cancer patient. Wang Yao possibly could in another year.
Pan Jun invited Wang Yao for lunch at the restaurant in the neighboring village.
"Master, I think it's a shame for someone like you to hide in this small village," Pan Jun said. He had said this more than once.
Pan Jun hadn't realized how good Wang Yao was until he started to learn massage techniques from him. Wang Yao might not be able to bring a dead person back to life, but he was a better doctor than most so-called medical specialists.
"It makes no difference where I am," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Master, what should I say if anyone asks me who I learn massage techniques from?" Pan Jun asked.
Wang Yao suddenly heard a mission from the system.
[Mission: Regain the name of a traditional Chinese Pharmacist, which has long disappeared. This is a long-term mission. The reward of successful completion includes a medical book and three bags of herb seeds. The punishment of failure is to take back the system and knowledge given by the system.]
What the hell is this mission? Long-term? How long? Is there a due date?
"Master? Is everything alright?" Pan Jun gently asked since Wang Yao seemed to be preoccupied.
"It's nothing," Wang Yao said. "Tell people you learn from a traditional Chinese Pharmacist."
"Traditional Chinese Pharmacist?" Pan Jun asked. "I see. You've mentioned that before. "If anyone asks me who teaches me massage techniques, I'll tell them I learn from a traditional Chinese Pharmacist. By the way, your surname is Wang. Do I learn from the King Pharmacist, Pharmacist Wang?"
"Nonsense," Wang Yao seriously said. He didn't think he deserved that title.
"I'm just joking. Don't be mad, Master," Pan Jun said.
"Never mind, let's eat," Wang Yao said.
He didn't expect a question from a new student during a meal would trigger such a long-term mission out of the blue. He had to regain the name of a traditional Chinese Pharmacist. The mission required great effort and time.
It made Wang Yao think of a poem: The strong pass of the enemy is like a wall of iron, yet, with firm strides, we are conquering its summit.
"When do you think I'll be good enough to practice on my own?" Pan Jun asked.
"You?" Wang Yao smiled. "Not anytime soon."
"OK, I'll work harder," Pan Jun said.
They returned to the clinic after lunch.
"You can take a nap here. It's good for your health," Wang Yao said. He pointed to a spare room with a bed inside it.
"OK," Pan Jun said.
Both Wang Yao and Pan Jun took a break after lunch. One had a nap while the other one did breathing exercises. Wang Yao continued to teach Pan Jun massage techniques in the afternoon.
A patient soon came into the clinic. He had come to see Wang Yao a few days ago because of diarrhea.
"I'm sorry, I can't treat you," Wang Yao said after taking a glance at the middle-aged patient with a pale face.
"Why?" the patient asked with surprise.
"I prescribed you a formula last time and asked you not to drink or smoke while you took the herbs," Wang Yao said. "Did you take my advice?"
"I… I just drank a little bit," the man said in low voice.
"A little bit? Really?" Wang Yao asked. "You've been drinking the past three days and smoked regularly. You had bad diarrhea. Am I right?"
The man was shocked. "You are right."
"You can leave now," Wang Yao said as he shook his hand.
He didn't want to waste time on someone who didn't take advice from a doctor or care about his health.
"Please! I came all the way here!" The middle-aged man was desperate.
He had been drinking continuously in the afternoons and evenings, partly because of his work. The company he worked for reopened after the Chinese New Year. After he returned to work, many colleagues invited him to dinner. As a social person, he didn't turn anyone down. Everyone offered him a drink, so he just couldn't stop drinking.
In the beginning, he took Wang Yao's advice and didn't miss one dose of the decoction. He felt better after two days, and his diarrhea stopped. However, he started to drink again and often forgot to take the decoction. In the end, he had diarrhea again. He also found blood in his feces. He was shocked and came to see Wang Yao right away.
"You should leave now." Wang Yao didn't want to waste his time talking to him. The patient didn't care about his health at all.
"Hey, what kind of doctor are you?" The man became agitated.
"Stop being rude!" Pan Jun stood up.
"It's none of your business," the patient said.
"Get out," Wang Yao said.
The patient's body shook. He almost fell to the ground.
What is going on? He had just heard a big bang and now felt dizzy.
The man looked at Wang Yao, who sat in front of him looking at him coldly. He then looked at Pan Jun, who was about 5-foot-9.
"Humph! Who do you think you are?" The patient angrily left the clinic.
"Ridiculous," Pan Jun said with contempt.
"He is actually quite sick," Wang Yao said.
He could sense decay in the patient. The man sounded like he lacked Qi and was short of breath. His breath smelled terrible. His body also had an odd odor. These were all signs of an unhealthy body.
"Yes, he looks terrible, like he has a deficiency of Qi and blood," Pan Jun said.
"If he doesn't stop drinking and smoking, his organs will be permanently damaged. He will then regret what he has done," Wang Yao said.
There were always people who didn't take advice from doctors. Eventually, it would be too late for them to have regrets.
"Shall we continue?" Pan Jun asked.
"OK," Wang Yao said.
The patient who had just left Wang Yao's clinic was worried. He drove to Lianshan People's Hospital and told the doctor there what had happened. Since it was late afternoon when he arrived, and he had drunk water and eaten, some of the exams couldn't be done. He had to return to the hospital the next day.
Pan Jun left Wang Yao's clinic around 5 p.m. Wang Yao stayed in his clinic thinking about his mission.
How do I regain the name?
He tried to ask the system but didn't get an answer.
After thinking for a while, he decided he had to work on two aspects. On one hand, he needed to gain a good reputation. On the other hand, he needed to have advanced medical skills. He needed both.
He needed to make the name of a traditional Chinese Pharmacist known to the world. He also needed to pass the name from generation to generation.
People like Dharma and Zhang Sanfeng were the best in their areas. They both developed kung fu schools, Shaolin and Wudang, to pass their knowledge from generation to generation.
Should I open a school? Wang Yao kept thinking about it.
He went back to Nanshan Hill after dinner.
"Fenghua, I think Yao's got something on his mind," Zhang Xiuying said.
"Hmm, leave it to him. Don't ask questions," Wang Fenghua said.
Wang Yao couldn't stop thinking about his mission on Nanshan Hill.
How am I going to complete the mission? How am I going to regain the name of a traditional Chinese Pharmacist and pass my knowledge on?
He had actually already started his mission He had opened a clinic and gained recognition from the local government. Both could be considered as gaining a good reputation. He had also accepted a student to pass his knowledge on to.
I need to do both in the future.
…
It was windy in Dao. Two people were having a conversation.
"How is the progress on the apartments?" one of them asked.
"It's going well," the other man said.
"I heard you contracted the hills nearby," the first man said.


In an inaccessible village, there were a few houses on the hillside. 
People from far away were attracted here and the mountain road was crowded with luxury cars, because, in this town, there was a young man with incredible medical skills  who could cure all kinds of illnesses!

The following day was the start of Ashley's spring vacation. Immediately, he had decided to skip breakfast and rush quickly to the attic under the pretense of spring cleaning. Heather and Ken, however, both knew better than to stop that reckless kid. He was definitely going to look for the tablet, the Edict of the Yellow Emperor that had lain dormant in their attic for so many years, still a mystery in their minds. Ashley, on the other hand, wouldn't let the failure of his parents and grandparents get in the way of things. 

He wanted to try his luck and see if there was anything he could learn from reading the Edict of the Yellow Emperor. After all, it was harmless. It was just a tablet! Though he took what Ken said seriously, he still had his doubts - could such an ancient block of strange rock really allow a fated person to unlock the power of a tyrannical ruler? 

Reaching the attic, Ashley immediately began to rummage around, moving the stuff he deemed as unnecessary to another side. He found a lot of old photos from the past, but this wasn't the time to reminisce over them. He wasn't even in a lot of them, as the photos were mostly taken from the youth of his parents. 

Eventually, Ashley finally found what he was looking for. Though the tablet itself looked dusty and a bit worn, the text carved into it didn't seem to actually fade or get eroded by the test of time. It was kept in a glass container, which Ashley carefully carried and moved to a clear spot in the attic. 

He decided to stay inside the attic and not take the tablet back down with him, though ultimately it probably wouldn't have made a significant difference where he decided to study the tablet. With anticipation and excitement, Ashley removed the top of the glass container and took out the tablet, gently placing it down on the ground, text facing up where he could read it. 

As it was in the morning, there was some natural light pouring in from outside through a small window. However, there was only that one single window, so it was still not terribly easy to read what was on the tablet. Once again, Ashley remained undeterred. He began to carefully read the Edict of the Yellow Emperor, concentrating and trying to comprehend the words written on the tablet. It was in traditional Chinese, which was something Ashley was not incredibly proficient in - since he was living in Japan, he was much better in speaking Japanese. 

He had received lessons in Chinese from Heather but he was far from fluent in it. He only knew enough to carry on basic conversations and read the news articles online. It definitely wasn't enough to comprehend the archaic messages on this artifact. However, Ashley still tried his best to understand everything written here.

The Five Phases. A Cosmic Cycle which ruled the Geomancy of the World. At the center of it all was "ether." This was the major point Ashley could deduce with his general understanding of Chinese. It was not inconsistent with the theory of the same name commonly found in early schools of Chinese philosophy and thought. As he kept reading, a sudden realization struck Ashley's mind. 

There were several striking phrase which Ashley immediately committed to memory - keep in mind, his body was still taking in natural ether from the environment, even without his own knowledge. 

These phrases read, in common English, as something like - "The might of the August Thearch lay in the center of the cycle. The tempering of energy leading to the harvest. The might of the earthen dragon will reveal itself in time!" Ashley became incredibly interested - the Edict of the Yellow Emperor in this context was not the blueprint for a new technology. It was a prophecy! He knew that it was inconceivable his forefathers could not figure this out - they were much smarter than he was, after all. On the other hand, if this was really a prophecy, what did it mean? What, or who, exactly, possessed the might of the 'earthen dragon'? 

Ashley quickly went back to the passages on the tablet which referred to the Five Phases. Though there was no indication that other Edicts may have mentioned anything about the ether, the Edict of the Yellow Emperor made it painfully clear that ether was the purest form of energy manifested by duality of creation and destruction, perfectly encapsulated by the cycles presented by the Five Phases. 

It was a concept and theory that was very similar to the idea of the Four Quintessential Elements in Western tradition. By that token, Ashley had a feeling the Greek Edict of Zeus would have definitely spoken about the elements in its own classical way too, but the Edict of Zeus did not concern him. He continued to focus on the theory behind the Five Phases.

Wood feeds the Fire. Fire burns all to ashes, creating the Earth. From the Earth, Metal is borne. Metal thus collects Water, which nourishes Wood. This was the cycle representing creation, or the cycle of nurture. 

The Wood parts the Earth, the Earth muddies and absorbs Water, which in turn extinguishes the Fire. Fire melts Metal, while Metal cuts down the Wood. This was the opposing cycle of restraint, representing destruction.

As Ashley continued to attempt to deepen his understanding of the Five Phases and its ideas and concepts, he began to feel his body undergoing changes. He began to comprehend the idea of using the nature around him not only to nurture his body purely with ether, but to extract, absorb and destroy the energies inherent in nature's beauty and terrors. 

Ashley soon came to realize that even man-made activities could be integrated into the cycle. The world could easily be governed by the Five Phases at its very core. At the very bottom of the tablet, there was a crude drawing of a trigram, along with a very striking name written beneath it - Xuanyuan. 

Xuanyuan was the name given to the Yellow Emperor in the first century BCE, and also happened to be the name of the star Regulus in Chinese. Regulus, designated Alpha Leonis, was one of the brightest stars not only in its Leo constellation but even in the night sky. 

Ashley was not entirely sure why this name was etched beneath the trigram carving, but he knew the trigram itself could present some earth-shattering information if he could understand it. He continued to analyze it and the time passed by incredibly fast. It was already heading late into the afternoon and Ashley was immersed into the mysticism behind the tablet. It had gotten to the point where Heather worriedly entered the attic herself and saw Ashley in a near catatonic state, staring deeply and intently into the Edict of the Yellow Emperor.

However, to Heather's immense surprise, she saw the tablet itself beginning to glow with a very faint, golden yellow light. She began to see mists of ether grow thicker and thicker around Ashley. "Ken, get your butt up here!" Heather yelled out in concern. Hurriedly, the father also rushed up. Before Ken could even ask what happened, he saw the sight of Ashley studying the golden glowing tablet, surrounded by a mist of thick yellowish ether. 

Ken stared in a dumbfounded fashion. 

"This... This...!" he was in disbelief. Ken quickly came to a realization.

His son was beginning to unravel the mystery of the Edict of the Yellow Emperor.

Humanity has advanced rapidly over the years due to an alien inheritance seemingly bestowed by the Heavens themselves. Mankind has developed... Mankind has evolved. Even mundanes possess supernatural powers now. In fact, it was more of an abnormality if you did not possess powers.

Ashley Yanase was one such person. In fact, he was the only person without supernatural abilities that he knew. Armed with only his nymph-like, feminine appearance, Ashley struggled to live each day to the fullest... Until he happens upon a dusty tablet in his attic during spring cleaning.

The Edict of the Yellow Emperor. A mighty mandate from ancient times. Empowered with the eldritch powers from bygone civilizations, Ashley discovers a conspiracy that not only threatens his community, but perhaps even all of Earth...

This is like a classic scene in youth idol dramas. For example, two people go to the library to pick the same book at the same time. Their fingers touch one another, and the sparks fly immediately.
Although it looks the same, it is also different. This is because Zhang Zian did not want to take the McMillan English Dictionary, and Zhuang Xiaodie is on the other side of the bookshelf. Thus, their fingers will not touch.
"What a coincidence, you are here at the library too?"
It's awkward to continue looking at her in such a manner, and he felt embarrassed. He subconsciously retracts his hand, lowered his voice, and says hello.
As for the idea of ​​whether there is an invisible book in the space next to the dictionary, it had been temporarily forgotten with the revelation of a surprise like this.
She took her time, deliberately looked around and whispered. "I can't come here?"
"...that is not what I mean."
Zhang Zian quickly explained himself because she misinterpreted what he meant.
Judging from the current interactions they have had, Zhuang Xiaodie is obviously rich and wealthy. There is an eighty percent certainty that she is a second-generation rich kid. He has no prejudice against the second-generation rich kids. They can also come to the library to read books because 'rich' and 'unskillful' does not have direct causation. To talk about being unskillful, perhaps the children of poor families are more likely to be so.
His focus was on the word 'coincidence'. However, perhaps because he lowered his voice, she misunderstood him as if he is implying that second-generation rich kids cannot be here to learn. She might have always been misunderstood by others before and therefore is very sensitive to any suggestion of something similar. Thus, she merely picks up on these and focuses on the second part of his sentence earlier.
At this time, there were other people who were picking books between the bookshelves. It was strange to see two people talking across the bookshelf. They looked at them even more.
Zhuang Xiaodie glanced to the side with her eyes, meaning to find a place to sit down and talk.
Zhang Zian also had the intention of looking for a place to sit down. He nodded and looked at the original empty space in the bookshelf. He then turned away from the bookshelf and went to the reading area in the center of the third floor.
Zhuang Xiaodie had changed her clothes today, but she is still in a beautiful traditional Chinese dress that makes it difficult for anyone to look elsewhere. Even if she is sitting in the library and reading a book, she still looks like a cultured person with a high level of intellect. It is inevitable that she will attract so many stares. There are some that even stopped reading and kept their eyes firmly on her.
It's not a sparsely populated mountain top, and it is brave of her to be able to take on so many complicated stares at her – One must know that not all the stares are that of admiration. Mixed between those are some of disgust and disdain. What is missing are these people coming up to her nose and scolding her for attracting attention. After all, not everyone can accept someone wearing a traditional Chinese costume around, much less such a gorgeous looking piece.
Zhang Zian, who was sitting next to her and whispering to her, naturally was worried for her about those piercing stares that are not friendly.
He glanced around quietly and saw her placing a stack of books on the table. In addition to the McMillan English Dictionary, there was another book, the Oxford Interactive Graphical Dictionary. Was this Is this book that originally occupied that empty space?
It is very likely. Given the thickness of this book and the width of the space, It should be able to fit in just nicely.
Probably, before Zhang Zian came, she first extracted the Oxford Interactive Graphical Dictionary and left an empty space. After he came, she pulled out the McMillan English Dictionary.
He was relieved and concluded that his weird thoughts were too ridiculous. How could there be invisible books in the world?
However, he cannot believe that she is the type of person who would read such difficult reference books.
She did not read the two English dictionaries immediately. Instead, she opened another book, which is similar to the book selected by Zhang Zian. It is also a well-known scientific map, the World Insect Ecology Big Picture Book. It was a very thick book.
This is a little weird. Why did she choose these two books that are completely unrelated at the same time?
It seems that she heard the question in his heart. After opening the book and viewing the insect illustrations, if she encountered an English word that she did not understand, she would flip open the dictionary and look up the word.
It turned out to be so...
This book is in English and will definitely involve a lot of biological vocabulary. The translation software on the phone may not be accurate.
She actually didn't say anything. Zhang Zian made the above explanation based on his own observations and thought he guessed it all.
The looks given by others around him made him a little embarrassed. Thus, he opened the book he chose and pretended to read it. However, nothing was going in. He was always thinking about something else, mainly thinking about what to say to her. They can't always be so silent, can they?
Instead, she glanced at the World's Rare Pets Encyclopedia he was 'reading' and asked, "Are you interested in pets?"
"This is...because my family runs a pet shop." He told her again, thinking that she had forgotten.
"I know, I mean, do you have to take over the business from your family in the future?" She asked again. There was no hint of her looking down on him in her tone. Rather, it sounded as if Zhang Zian was inheriting a big family business.
"This... no, I'm a little interested."
Even if he wanted to take over the pet shop, his parents would certainly not agree. There was no other way about this.
What's more, he had not reached the point of giving up his job in the city. He should work hard while he is still young.
"What about you? Are you interested in insects?" he asked. With that, he felt like he was on the road to an awkward and dead-end conversation with her.
"Yes," she admitted without any hesitation.
"Ok..."
Zhang Zian has nothing else to say, and the surrounding sight has become even more debilitating.
They have already lowered their voices and talked. In fact, they basically weren't affecting the others, but there are still people who can't stand the sight of them. This is, of course, out of jealousy. After all, not everyone gets to talk and joke around with a beauty.
For the next hour, Zhang Zian was not able to calm down. He merely pretended to be reading.
After an hour, he was finally able to relax a little, and his attention was gradually drawn to the book itself.
She never talks again and has been reading attentively.
As soon as noon came, she stood up, leaned over, and whispered to him, "I will go first. Goodbye."
This is a normal social etiquette because it is a library, and everyone needs to be quiet. There were also, at this point in time, no longer strangers. However, the breath from her mouth and the sound of her voice made his heart tremble.
He suspected that this was not a coincidence. He thought that perhaps she came to the library to see him... but it was really just him making things up in his mind. It seems she was merely here to read. Otherwise, why didn't she take the initiative to talk about other things?
Looking at her back view, he laughed silently in his heart, thinking: Zhang Zian, Zhang Zian, what do you really think of yourself? People just come to read books.
His stomach was a little hungry, and he was beginning to feel uneasy again. He might as well leave and go home to eat.
When he passed by service desk on the first floor, he stopped and asked: "Yes, about that someone on the fifth floor causing trouble, now..."
The employee smiled, "It has been settled."
"Oh." He nodded and left the library.


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