After getting out of the car, Jiang Che carried Yu Wan'er in his arms.
"Mmm... it's so cold," she murmured, snuggling closer into Jiang Che's embrace before drowsily opening her eyes.
Upon seeing Jiang Che, she instinctively wrapped her small arms around his neck, clinging to him like a little koala.
Qin Qiaoqiao and Ye Mengyao followed closely behind as they entered the villa.
Ye Mengyao felt a pang of exhaustion. Memories of the past flooded her mind—times when she and Wan'er were together.
Wan'er was technically older than her, but she often used the excuse of being taller to assert herself as the "big sister," fondly calling Ye Mengyao "Yaoyao-jie."
Now, thinking about it, Ye Mengyao couldn't help but wish she could be shorter too!
But then, why had Jiang Che pursued her so relentlessly all those years? Could it have been because of Wan'er... that he had approached her in the first place?
No, no, that couldn't be it. Jiang Che had been chasing her since middle school...
Ye Mengyao's thoughts began to spiral again. Ever since she started staying by Jiang Che's side, she had become unpredictable—sometimes bold, sometimes reserved.
The pride she once had as the young lady of the Ye family seemed to have completely vanished!
...
In truth, Yu Wan'er had been awake for a while now, pretending to be asleep.
"Um... Jiang Che, I need to visit the hospital in a couple of days to check on my mom," she said hesitantly.
Although she knew Jiang Che had arranged for her mother to be treated at a top-tier hospital, she still couldn't shake her worries.
"You don't need to tell me about that," Jiang Che shrugged, though a hint of helplessness crossed his face when Yu Wan'er's mother was mentioned.
Uremia was practically a death sentence. Even with a kidney transplant, it might only buy a few more years, and the patient would need to take medication for the rest of their life.
Jiang Che had a good impression of Yu Weiwei, and since she was Yu Wan'er's only family, he naturally couldn't stand by and watch her suffer from uremia.
Modern medicine had indeed made great strides, but it still couldn't cure uremia. The best it could offer was dialysis or a kidney transplant to prolong life.
However... while modern medicine might be powerless, there was someone who could help!
In situations like this, it was time to call upon the "One-Testicled Dragon Doctor," Lin Yu!
After all, in the original story, it was Lin Yu who used his medical skills combined with acupuncture and internal energy to cure Yu Weiwei completely after three grueling hours.
It might sound absurd, but that's what the script said.
"So... Lin Yu, it's time for you to shine once again!"
...
Yu Wan'er was starving.
Despite her petite frame—barely reaching 1.5 meters—she ate with impressive speed. Small as she was, her energy drained quickly but also replenished just as fast.
After a nap and a full meal, she was naturally brimming with energy again.
"Jiang Che... I just ate. If you dare come near me, I'll kick you hard!"
Yu Wan'er glared at him, lifting one of her short legs, her bare foot poised like a little kitten ready to swat at someone.
"Hmph... what a pointless threat," Jiang Che scoffed.
"Yaoyao-jie, help me pull him away! Kick him for me—"
Yu Wan'er tried to seek help from Ye Mengyao, but Ye Mengyao awkwardly averted her gaze.
"Qiaoqiao-jie—"
Qin Qiaoqiao: "......"
"Alright, alright, I won't touch you. Let's talk business," Jiang Che said, his expression growing serious.
"Business?"
Yu Wan'er gave Jiang Che a suspicious look. This guy didn't seem like someone who could talk about serious matters!
[What kind of 'business' could possibly come out of your mouth? Who would believe you have anything serious to say?]
[Ugh, I could spit in your face!]
Seeing Yu Wan'er acting up, Jiang Che tickled the sole of her foot.
"Giggle—Jiang Che, you pervert! Stop tickling my foot!"
"Wah—"
"Fine, fine! What do you want to say? Spit it out!"
Jiang Che's gaze softened as he released her tiny foot.
"It's about your mom's condition."
At the mention of Yu Weiwei, the little girl immediately became serious, her earlier teasing thoughts vanishing.
"How is my mom... doing? Is there any improvement?"
She was terrified of hearing that her mother's condition had worsened.
Even though she already knew... uremia was incurable, and all they could do was prolong her life through dialysis.
"My dad knows a friend. He's a top-tier traditional Chinese medicine expert specializing in kidney diseases. He's the 108th-generation descendant of a royal physician, and his skills are on the verge of being lost. They say he can cure uremia!"
Jiang Che didn't hesitate to exaggerate Lin Yu's credentials.
Although Lin Yu, the protagonist, was a bit arrogant and unruly, as the chosen one of the "Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain" trope, his medical skills were undeniably top-notch.
It's just that, with Jiang Che around, Lin Yu never got the chance to show off his abilities.
But now... Jiang Che was ready to give him the stage.
Yu Wan'er was stunned.
Her big eyes blinked, filled with hope, and for a moment, they sparkled like dazzling stars.
"R-really?"
She knew Jiang Che's family had considerable influence and could probably find some incredibly skilled doctors.
However, uremia, as one of the currently incurable diseases for humans, is the end-stage of chronic renal failure. It's like drinking paraquat—your lungs will gradually become fibrotic.
Keeping someone alive is already a challenge, let alone achieving a complete cure... it's nearly impossible!
But she was still willing to believe in hope.
"Of course, it's true."
Jiang Che smiled and patted Yu Wan'er's head.
[Don't pat my head!!!]
[Well... fine, if you can save my mom... I'll let you pat it.]
"Th-thank you."
Never mind whether Jiang Che would actually follow through, saying thank you first couldn't hurt!
"Oh? And how do you plan to thank me? That miracle doctor is incredibly hard to invite. Rumor has it he can bring the dead back to life and regenerate flesh and bone. Favors like these... they can't be measured by money."
Yu Wan'er bit her thin lip. With her intelligence, she certainly knew what Jiang Che was getting at.
"Jiang Che, I'm so tired today. I want to sleep."
Yu Wan'er simply turned over and fell asleep.
[Hmph, you haven't done anything yet, and you expect me to give in for free?]
[You jerk, you can actually imagine my mom? I guess you're not completely hopeless.]
[No, no, you must be trying to use my mom to make me submit to you. I'm telling you, I won't bow down!]

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Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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