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!]
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
