Chapter 16
How did these words come together so strangely?
He instinctively thought that Zhang Rui was joking. After all, the guy was sitting there, completely absorbed in his phone—how could he possibly be someone with a broken leg? Shouldn’t a person with a fracture be clutching their leg, pale-faced, crying out in agony? Not to mention late-stage bone cancer—was he one of the Shaolin Temple's eighteen bronze men? Clearly, he wasn’t afraid of pain.
But in the spirit of practical dialectics, he lifted Chen Huai'an's leg off the chair and pulled up the pant leg. His expression changed instantly.
“Quick, quick! Get the stretcher!”
The young man's leg was indeed broken, with numerous visible subcutaneous cysts—clear signs of osteosarcoma.
The calf was severely deformed, the fracture site swollen into a large, purplish lump, filled with bruised blood.
If this wasn’t handled properly, they wouldn’t be able to save the leg.
But with so many osteosarcomas already formed, it seemed like it was doomed from the start…
The doctor helped Chen Huai'an onto the stretcher, feeling a bit like a muggle.
It was the first time he had seen such a calm patient; it was almost as if the emperor was calm while the eunuchs were in a panic.
“Wait, dude, why are you still on your phone?!”
Zhang Rui was speechless as he saw Chen Huai'an still holding his phone up on the stretcher.
What game could possibly be that engaging?
But from his angle, all he could see on Chen Huai'an's screen was black…
Could this guy possibly have a mental illness?
Watching the ambulance drive away, Zhang Rui plugged the power bank he had borrowed from Chen Huai'an back into the charging station at the nearby supermarket. The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
If he had a mental illness, not afraid of pain or death, then all those bizarre actions made sense.
So, had he really said so many rude things to someone with late-stage cancer and mental issues?
Lost in thought, Zhang Rui slapped himself across the face.
“I really should be ashamed…”
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In the ambulance, two nurses exchanged glances as they watched Chen Huai'an, who was still focused on poking at his phone.
They couldn’t understand what was so interesting about a completely black screen.
But from Chen Huai'an's perspective, he was giving Li Qingran acupuncture.
His clothes were already loosened.
Almost completely bare. He had the phone screen pressed right up to his face.
This was to avoid any awkwardness, not for any other reason… Besides, looking at the numerous wounds on Li Qingran’s body, he had no lewd thoughts whatsoever, nor did he have time to focus on any private areas. Moreover, to help him with the acupuncture, the game had Li Qingran covered in an acupoint map, with countless acupoints floating on the surface of his skin. Whenever an acupoint lit up, that was where he needed to apply the needle.
Even the private areas were covered by the acupoint map.
Even if they weren’t, Chen Huai'an didn’t have time to look.
The speed at which the acupoints lit up was reminiscent of the S-level difficulty in Dance Dance Revolution; he had to concentrate fully just to keep up.
“Hey, how long have you had cancer? Do you have your medical records? Which hospital did you get checked at? Ugh, your leg is in really bad shape…”
“Sir, excuse me?” One of the nurses was getting a bit annoyed. They were already in the hospital, and this guy was still poking at his phone. He looked pretty handsome, so he didn’t seem like an idiot. She waved her hand in front of Chen Huai'an’s face. “The doctor is talking to you!”
Chen Huai'an quickly tilted his head to avoid her hand, not lifting his gaze, nervously saying, “Sorry, I’m still busy here, just a moment.”
Doctor: “…”
This guy was surprisingly polite.
He exchanged a glance with the nurse, pointed at Chen Huai'an, then at his own head, and whispered, “You go get him admitted, I’ll call Dr. Wu from psychiatry. Let’s have him take a look first when he arrives.”
As soon as the doctor and nurse left, Chen Huai'an finished his acupuncture.
With the last silver needle inserted and twisted clockwise, a stream of clear energy rose from the 64 needles.
Then Chen Huai'an watched as the bleeding wounds on Li Qingran’s body instantly stopped bleeding, the wounds beginning to heal gradually.
【Please grind the Immortal-grade Dahuandan into powder and sprinkle it on Li Qingran’s wounds.】
A stone mill appeared on the screen, and Chen Huai'an followed the instructions step by step.
Then he saw the bleeding wounds rapidly grow flesh, and in no time, they were completely healed, leaving no trace behind.
“Whew—! Finally done.” Chen Huai'an let out a sigh of relief.
He glanced at Li Qingran’s condition; he was no longer in danger but still unconscious and would need some time to wake up.
So, what’s next…
Chen Huai'an swallowed hard.
It was time…
【Battery low】
Just as he was about to admire Li Qingran’s stunning figure.
The phone screen went completely black.
No way, dude!
He had just taken out the tissue!
Chen Huai'an stood there, stunned for a full half-minute, gritting his teeth in frustration.
Where was the power bank he borrowed from Leishan?
At that moment, he realized something was off; he didn’t seem to be at the foot of Leishan anymore.
Looking around, he was instantly bewildered.
“When did I end up in the hospital? Huh?!”
“Did I… teleport?”
“Hey, kid, keep it down; I’m trying to sleep…” A dry, elderly voice came from beside him.
Chen Huai'an turned to look, and in the adjacent bed was an old man, his leg bandaged, looking unwell, with dark circles under his eyes. He probably hadn’t slept well due to pain all night and was just starting to doze off. So, he quickly quieted down.
However, when his gaze fell on the small cart beside the old man’s bed, his eyes widened in disbelief.
There lay a set of silver needles.
He flexed his fingers, feeling an intense itch.
Hiss~
That tantalizing little feeling~
He just wanted to grab a needle and poke something…
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**Chapter 17: Could Chen Huai'an Be a Genius?!**
Indeed, that intense feeling was no illusion.
It even made it hard for Chen Huai'an to control his sinful hands.
He grabbed the set of silver needles.
Glancing at the old man next to him, a wicked smile crept onto his lips—three parts reckless, three parts lewd, three parts arrogant, three parts nonchalant, and eighty-eight parts eager.
Then he opened the needle case.
Inside lay 36 silver needles. His fingers brushed over the needle tips, and a familiar sensation surged through him, as if he were touching his girlfriend’s fingers.
“Sorry about this!”
Chen Huai'an silently clasped his hands in front of the old man.
Then he picked up one of the silver needles.
With a swift motion, he jabbed it into his own leg.
Using a needle that someone else had used to poke himself.
Wasn’t this a form of NTR for the silver needles?
This was his deep apology to the old man and the needles!
As for why he didn’t poke the old man?
Are you crazy? He was just feeling a bit curious and interested; he wouldn’t irresponsibly poke someone else. Poking himself, however, carried no psychological burden—after all, he was on the brink of death and was willing to try anything.
His gaze fell on his leg, and acupoint meridians appeared before his eyes, faintly overlapping with the acupoint map from the game. His fingers moved like lightning, the needles dancing like clouds over water, and in the blink of an eye, all 36 needle tips were embedded in his right leg.
Chen Huai'an took a deep breath and held it.
Next, he adjusted the depth of each needle, twisting the needle handles to stimulate the acupoints in his leg. His hands, which usually trembled even when holding a bottle of water, were surprisingly steady at this moment.
After a while, he finished inserting the needles.
Chen Huai'an carefully returned the silver needles to their case.
That tantalizing little feeling finally faded.
“Ah, that feels good.” He rubbed his hands together, satisfied.
The broken leg was his right leg, and that was exactly where he had inserted the needles.
At this moment, the bruising on his leg was showing signs of subsiding, though the bone was still twisted. But a fracture itself wasn’t a particularly serious issue; the key was whether the tissue bruising caused by the fracture could be managed well, and alleviating the bruising was crucial.
In less than ten minutes of acupuncture, he could already see significant swelling reduction and blood clotting effects.
Chen Huai'an found it hard to believe.
Wait, this game is hardcore!
It really can teach you something!
But surely not everyone could grasp it. Who could remember the acupuncture methods and acupoint maps after just one try like he did?
But he hadn’t had such a good memory before.
This was a bit eerie…
After pondering for a moment, Chen Huai'an suddenly had a lightbulb moment, slapping his fist into his palm. “I see now! I get it, hahahaha!”
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