Who else needed to see him?
Gan Zhe couldn't figure it out.
It seemed he had no acquaintances left in this city.
Lizi couldn't possibly see him again.
His parents were still on their way.
Looking through the window, Gan Zhe was finally brought to see the visitor under heavy police escort.
Hmm.
Indeed, it was someone he didn't know.
"Hello, student Gan Zhe. I'm the representative sent by your school."
"I regret to inform you that you have been expelled from the school."
The visitor spoke in a lawyerly manner, polite and courteous.
Expelled?
Having received one bad news after another, Gan Zhe no longer cared.
What had once seemed like an insurmountable obstacle was no longer a problem.
Having weathered the storms, why fear a small whirlpool?
Although he felt some regret, Gan Zhe didn't feel particularly dejected.
[Ding, detecting that the host system is dissatisfied, system compatibility decreased by ten percent, current compatibility reduced to zero, available for collection]
In an unknown corner, Ye Bufan quietly left the police station.
His objective had been achieved.
He had obtained the system and could take a small break.
As for Gan Zhe... let the law deal with him.
Empty
After a daze, Gan Zhe felt that the system interface in his mind had disappeared.
Was he indeed mentally unstable?
It seemed his release from prison was only a matter of time.
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Jiang City
Police Station
Fifteen days in the detention center hadn't caused Ling Feng the slightest discomfort.
Apart from some irritation, no one dared bully him.
"Big brother Ling Feng, you're finally out. I... I... Wah wah wah."
Today was the day Ling Feng was released from prison, and naturally, Yang Yu was waiting for him early at the gate.
Tears flowed slowly down her cheeks, and without any onions, her expression seemed so natural.
Of course, onions couldn't be used, as Ling Feng's dog-like nose would immediately smell them.
Fortunately, Yang Yu was a graduate of the drama department, and her acting skills were fully utilized on this man.
She could be sweet, flirtatious, or whiny; hit her and she'd cry.
No problem, she'd pinch herself, and tears would flow naturally.
Pain made people look haggard, truly pitiable.
"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm out now, aren't I? Come on, let me treat you to something delicious."
Having lived in the deep mountains for a long time, Ling Feng had never witnessed such a scene and hurriedly tried to console her.
"But do you have money?" Yang Yu asked pointedly.
Ever since Ling Feng came down from the mountain, he had eaten her food, drank her drinks, and stayed with her, completely freeloading.
Now he suddenly wanted to treat her, which naturally aroused suspicion.
"No, but earning money is a small matter for me," Ling Feng said confidently.
His mother had once told him that as long as he cured someone's illness, he could charge a million for each treatment.
Of course, he had to find someone who could afford it.
Those who couldn't pay should be left to their own devices.
"Big brother Ling Feng, I believe in you," Yang Yu blew hard in praise of Ling Feng.
"Good, do you see that person over there? I'll go earn my first pot of gold right now."
Ling Feng looked around and finally found someone who met his mother's criteria.
An old man with a cane, cloth shoes, and a Zhongshan suit, followed by a servant.
Cough cough cough.
Zhuang Bing covered his mouth with a handkerchief, slowly letting out a light red trickle of blood.
"Master... medicine."
The beautiful maid quickly took out a medicine bottle, poured out a pill, and handed it over.
"Water."
Seeing the master put the pill in his mouth, the maid quickly handed him a cup of water.
"Gulp."
Zhuang Bing drank some water and swallowed the pill, feeling a bit better.
"Dry cough, chest pain, night sweats, hot palms - symptoms of lung tuberculosis, am I right?"
Just as Zhuang Bing was about to get into the car, a young man's voice came from behind him.
Turning around, he indeed saw a young man.
Dressed in an unremarkable manner, but the girl by his side had some charm.
"Cough cough cough, young man, you're not wrong. This old man indeed suffers from the symptoms you described."
Zhuang Bing said in a raspy voice.
"If that's the case, pay up, one million."
Ling Feng naturally held out his hand to ask for money.
A simple case of tuberculosis, a few needles and he could cure it.
"Cough cough cough, young man, what do you mean by that?"
Zhuang Bing asked in puzzlement.
"It's simple - you pay money, I cure the illness. But my mother said the minimum fee is one million. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll just charge you the minimum."
Ling Feng was indeed in a good mood, having finally breathed fresh air again after so long.
"Young man, do you know how many major hospitals this old man has visited for this illness, without anyone able to cure it?"
"Even that Divine Doctor Dong couldn't guarantee a cure."
Zhuang Bing brought up Divine Doctor Dong, wanting to see if the young man would be intimidated.
After all, in Jiang City, the old man Dong's reputation was quite resounding.
"Humph, I don't care if others can cure it or not. You pay me, and I'll cure the illness. Otherwise, we'll go our separate ways."
Ling Feng was very confident; with his medical skills in hand, he wasn't afraid of not catching any fish.
"Hey hey hey, young man, don't be hasty. I'll pay the one million."
Seeing Ling Feng turning to leave, Zhuang Bing hurriedly stopped him.
"Good."
Upon Zhuang Bing's agreement, Ling Feng didn't dally and took out the silver needles he carried.
Although his belongings had been confiscated when he entered the police station a few days ago, the police had simply kept them for safekeeping.
After his release, the police returned everything to him as it was.
Ling Feng approached the car, ready to insert the needles.
Suddenly, a voice rang out.
"Hold on, do you have a medical practitioner's license?"
Zhou Luo strode over in a bow-legged gait, slowly getting out of a parked car.
"What license? No, I don't have one."
Ling Feng said impatiently.
Towards Zhou Luo, who wasn't a cute girl, he had no patience.
Moreover, the moment he saw Zhou Luo's face, he had an inexplicable urge to hit him.
"What? You don't have a medical practitioner's license? You're not a doctor."
Zhuang Bing was surprised and escaped from under Ling Feng's needles, angrily saying, "How dare you!"
"I'm a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, but I've never heard of this medical practitioner's license. Do you still want the treatment or not? If not, I'll leave."
Ling Feng was getting angry. If the money hadn't come in yet, he would have turned and left long ago.
"This... this..."
Zhuang Bing seemed hesitant.
To get treated carried some risk.
But not getting treated meant certain death.
The question was whether to live or die.
"Don't worry, I can also cure the old master's illness."
Zhou Luo noticed Zhuang Bing's hesitation and quickly spoke up.
This was a great opportunity to seize the protagonist's chance.
If he hadn't read the script and known that such an event would happen today, he wouldn't have traveled all this way to wait at the police station gate.
"This... this..."
Zhuang Bing looked at the two young men with receding hairlines, speechless.
Were today's youths so keen on getting ahead?
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
