Chapter 1

Ninghai, a major metropolis that is highly modernized yet retains the traditional characteristics of the神州国 (Shenzhou), features a blend of old Western-style buildings on the Bund and modern skyscrapers.

At noon, by the riverside railing, a young man in his early twenties, wearing a blue short-sleeved T-shirt and denim shorts, stood leaning against the railing, quietly enjoying the cool river breeze, ignoring the surrounding tourists, his mind in turmoil.

His name is Ding Ning. He had just slipped out of the final gathering of his classmates after graduation, and the thought of those classmates, who were far inferior to him but boasted in front of him because they had found jobs, made him feel restless.

On the other side of the river, the Oriental Pearl TV Tower and the Jinmao Tower stood gracefully and majestically, inspiring people to strive upward, climb peaks, and never give up.

People and scenery intermingled, enhancing the unique charm of this international metropolis.

However, he felt no attachment at all. He hadn't been home for five years, and he couldn't contact his father or his four masters. What path should he take in the future?

His finely chiseled features, still retaining a hint of youthful innocence, and his deep, transparent eyes, like black crystals, revealed a trace of longing.

If he had a choice, he would rather have never come to Ninghai for university and stayed in his hometown, living with his taciturn father, rather than drifting like a rootless weed in this bustling and restless city. At this moment, he truly missed home.

"Quick, call 120, someone has fainted."

"What's wrong with such a beautiful girl, she actually fainted!"

"Oh! Young people these days, they don't pay attention to exercise, their physical condition is really poor, a little cool breeze and they faint."

"That's not right, does this girl have some illness? Look at her pale face, it's so hot today, maybe she has heatstroke."

... The sudden commotion around him interrupted Ding Ning's tranquility.

He lifted his head and looked in the direction of the noise, seeing a crowd of tourists gathered, blocking his view.

Through the gaps in the crowd, he could vaguely see a girl in a white dress lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious.

His heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively quickened his pace, shouting, "Move, move!"

"Who the hell are you?"

"What are you pushing for?"

"Damn, are you sick?"

...

Ding Ning pushed through the crowd, earning a chorus of angry shouts.

"I've studied medicine, everyone, move, let me check on her."

His gaze fell on the unconscious girl, whose face, half-covered by her black hair, was as pale as paper. His heart tightened, and he shouted loudly.

Hearing that he was a doctor, people quickly made way, but many looked at him with doubt. Is this guy really a doctor? He looks too young.

Ding Ning came to the girl's side and saw that her face was blue, her lips purple, and she was having difficulty breathing, already unconscious, with a look of pain on her face.

He immediately felt her pulse, and from the rapid and weak pulse, he quickly diagnosed that she was suffering from heart failure due to a heart condition.

The girl's condition was extremely dangerous; she would die within two minutes if not treated immediately, and there was no time to take her to the hospital.

Without hesitation, he picked her up, laid her down flat, and touched her carotid artery. He then sat on the ground, using his legs to support her neck, tilting her head back.

He then pressed his hands on her prominent chest, continuously compressing it, his expression extremely serious, and the action... was truly exhilarating.

The onlookers suddenly understood, looking at Ding Ning with disdain, thinking he was taking advantage of the girl's beauty. Some even had a look of deep-seated resentment.

Especially when Ding Ning pressed for a while, checked her pulse again, pinched her nose, took a deep breath, and performed artificial respiration, a few young men who were drooling over the girl's beauty were pounding their chests in regret, wishing they had acted first.

Just as a few lecherous young men were eyeing Ding Ning with envy, wanting to push him away and take his place, Ding Ning, with a serious expression, pressed his ear to the girl's prominent chest to listen.

He then took a box from his pocket, drew out seven silver needles, and quickly inserted them into the girl's chest, gently twisting them. Fortunately, the girl was wearing a breast pad, so there was no risk of excessive exposure.

The girl's pale face visibly regained some color, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breathing gradually became more even, making Ding Ning breathe a sigh of relief.

"Turns out he really is a doctor, not taking advantage. He seems to be a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner who knows acupuncture, but his heart compression technique looks so... perverted."

"Damn, being a doctor has its perks, I should go study medicine."

"Forget it, do you think you'll always encounter such a beautiful girl? What if you encounter a smelly, ugly, fat woman, would you still perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?"

... The young men teased each other, looking greedily at the girl's beautiful face.

Ding Ning, however, was not paying attention to the girl's beauty. He frowned, wondering why she hadn't woken up yet.

Had he overlooked something? He carefully examined her, and his gaze soon focused on the small wound on her knee where she had fallen. It should have stopped bleeding long ago.

But even now, the wound was still slowly and persistently bleeding, staining the girl's white dress a deep red.

Ding Ning's pupils contracted sharply, and a look of pity appeared on his face. This girl was truly pitiful, not only suffering from a heart condition but also from severe aplastic anemia.

He focused his mind, unhesitatingly lifting the girl's dress to reveal her long, sexy, and snow-white legs. He rubbed his hands and began to massage around her knee.

The smooth and soft sensation made Ding Ning, a young virgin, feel a wave of excitement, and his face turned red.

He quickly regained his composure, channeling the meager true qi he had cultivated for over a decade through his burning hands into the girl's skin, performing an enhanced pressure hemostasis, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Damn, let go of my sister!"

At that moment, a handsome young man holding two bottles of drinks pushed through the crowd, his face ashen, and shouted angrily, kicking Ding Ning in the back.

Ding Ning, caught off guard, felt a burning pain in his back, almost falling flat on his face. But he couldn't let go; the girl's bleeding had not completely stopped, and letting go now would be a waste of effort.

He swallowed the sweet taste in his throat and glared at the young man, "Don't interfere, I'm saving your sister."

To his sorrow, none of the onlookers came to his defense, and the envious and resentful young men looked at him with a smug expression.

"Damn, you've taken perverted behavior to a new level, I think you're asking for it."

Seeing that Ding Ning was still "molesting" his sister, the young man was enraged and launched a flurry of "Foshan Shadowless Kicks" at him.

This guy was a trained fighter, and his strikes were heavy. Ding Ning, with his meager true qi now completely drained, was in a state of extreme weakness and had no time to dodge. With a "thud," the young man's fist landed solidly on his head.

Ding Ning felt his brain buzz, and he fell straight to the ground. The young man, not satisfied, pounced on him, delivering a barrage of punches and kicks.

Ding Ning instinctively protected his head with his hands, hunching his body to endure the unjust beating.

His weak body felt like it was being hammered, and blood gushed from his mouth, staining his blue T-shirt red, and his vision went black with stars.

Just before he lost consciousness, he seemed to see the girl in his arms open her eyes, her face filled with fear, shouting at him, and the young man looking somewhat embarrassed, saying something.

In the distance, the sound of an ambulance could be heard, but his vision was gradually blurring, everything seemed to be in slow motion, and his ears could hear nothing. His eyelids felt heavy, and as the blood rapidly drained from his body, he finally blacked out.

The onlookers were stunned, and Ding Ning, like a deflated balloon, collapsed and fainted.

The medical personnel quickly carried both Ding Ning and the girl onto the ambulance, which sped away with its blue lights flashing, and the people slowly dispersed.

No one noticed that the blood gushing from Ding Ning's mouth was continuously flowing into a black stone figure around his neck. The stone figure glowed with a faint blood color but quickly returned to normal.

In the emergency room of the Ninghai Yangtze Hospital, the heart monitor was beeping.

"Doctor Wang, the patient is unconscious, breathing is difficult, pupils are dilating, muscles are relaxed, completely unconscious, body temperature is dropping, blood pressure is low, showing signs of ischemia, vital signs are approaching critical levels."

"Immediately transfuse blood, put on a ventilator, prepare for an abdominal exploration to find the cause of the patient's fainting, quickly, quickly, quickly."

"Doctor Wang, the ventilator is on, and the blood transfusion has started. The patient has bruises on the back, face, and head from external force, but there are no obvious bleeding points."

"First, perform an abdominal exploration. Is the brain CT ready?"

"It's ready. The brain CT shows no significant brain injury, at most a mild concussion. The abdominal exploration reveals that the spleen has been damaged by external impact, resulting in three areas of hematoma... Hey!"

"What's wrong?"

"Strange, the hematoma in the patient's abdomen has disappeared on its own, the heart and brain waves are starting to recover, and the vital signs are returning to normal."

"How is that possible? Let me see, ah!"

"The patient's blood pressure has returned to normal, the spleen... shows no signs of injury, the heart and brain waves are normal, and the vital signs are significantly and rapidly improving, returning to normal levels."

"Ah, how can this be?"