Volume One, Chapter 23: A Smooth Transfer to Another Hospital

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The sound of his name, "Ye Hua," caused Ye Hua to tremble involuntarily. Countless images of Hua Xuanji—her pouting, her obsession, her fury, and her laughter—flashed through his mind, and his gaze began to drift, unfocused.
"Enter." After another long silence, the man slowly began to walk, moving with firm, measured steps toward Ye Hua’s residence.
Upon learning of Qi Yuan’s return, Qiao Zhenshan flew into a rage. Only when he attempted to contact his confidants did he realize that the world outside had undergone a seismic shift.
Could major institutions really lose their wits? With the PMI release approaching, did they not have their own data and probabilities in hand? After dozens of basis points had already been realized, would they really dare to push for another bullish line at this moment?
There are too many paths to officialdom, the noble families are too privileged, and the stipends are too generous. When there are too many officials, there are fewer farmers and laborers; when farmers and laborers are few, goods become scarce; when goods are scarce, the nation grows poor. The families of the nine ranks pay no taxes, and their descendants receive hereditary appointments and rewards, living off the labor of the common people.
By the flickering candlelight, the personal maid, Ting’er, sat on a wooden stool by the bed, her chin resting in her hands. Her beautiful eyes were half-closed as if she had drifted off to sleep, her face etched with both exhaustion and worry, with dried tear tracks still visible on her skin, which was as fair as frost and snow.
He wondered what she was doing, whether she, like him, was longing for him. What he feared even more was that while he had fallen deep into this, she remained as indifferent as a passing breeze.
The summer sunlight filtered through the dense forest, casting a glow upon Hua Xuanji. The warmth made her tilt her head back, squinting comfortably against the sun, while the crisp, periodic chirping of cicadas filled her ears, peaceful and serene.
Facing the mysterious figure’s onslaught, the elite Bantu warrior, despite his super-armor, was flustered and struggling to parry. He was currently suffering from a barrage of status ailments—bleeding, poison, curses, electrocution, burning, and slow—stripping away all his former bravado.
"I do not like physical contact with anyone other than Yinyin," Fu Jingci said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
To be honest, with so many people involved, even an immediate investigation might yield nothing, let alone one conducted after the fact. Ying Che’s move was clearly intended to gloss over the matter and keep the peace.

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"Junior brother, this is innate and cannot be changed." Finger grasped a burger and took a swig of Sprite, then asked, "Do you want some?" He casually held out the bottle to Ye You.
Something in Ye You’s blood was forced awake; it sensed its predicament and began to surge with heat and fury.
The technique of Spirit Cultivation seemed capable of absorbing the spiritual power of others. If Su Wan could not find a way to stop it, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Zhang Shaogang retrieved the ring hidden in the flowerpot, let everyone inspect it, and asked who recognized it.
Sitting on the bench outside, Ye Shenyue waited for only a moment before he saw Bai Boqianxun run away, weeping.
On the other end of the line, Jian Yi hung up directly. He had assumed that if he refused to pick her up, Fan Sieren would take the initiative to call him back and beg him to come. He had not expected her to be so indifferent that she would find someone else instead.
Seeing that the Second Elder had no intention of taking charge of the family, the Thirteenth Elder was utterly helpless and approached the other great elders, only to find the results uniformly disappointing—he was turned away by everyone. In the end, he had no choice but to take the mantle of power himself.
Fan Sieren paid him no mind. Having been woken up against her will, she was still full of morning grumpiness; whoever shouted at her now would be the target of her wrath.
In truth, Wirt’s Leg had nothing to do with Wirt; it was merely called that because of its unique property of unleashing immense, one-time force, as if the Old God Wirt had delivered a heavy kick, leading to a far-fetched association.
"What is it?" Pan Ren roared like a lion. Pan Mei was his only brother, and now Yun Hao had crippled him.
As Leng Xiaotian’s internal energy flooded the middle-aged man’s knees, he felt a tingling, numbing sensation that was quite comfortable. Suddenly, Leng Xiaotian withdrew his hand, and the energy vanished without a trace. The area around his knees felt suddenly hollow, and the relief vanished instantly.

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After fondling the diamond for a while, unable to tear herself away, Tang Xueting finally stopped, only then remembering: where was Chu Yunfeng?
"Old Village Chief, President Liu said that this coal mine is to be handed to me—which is to say, the Xiachong Village office. As soon as we start work on the road, she will transfer the funds, and it must be a high-standard concrete road," Zhang Tao said, intentionally raising his voice.
The dog assumed a fighting stance but was calmed down by Sophia. It could only tuck its tail in frustration, curling into a ball of dejection.
Hui Ge expressed the same sentiment. Meng Zi and Ma Liang said they would see how much total investment was required, and they might contribute some capital.
The Ministry of Defense seized upon the incident—the attack on a national military stronghold by the Hundred-Eyed Monster, an act that could be labeled treason—to stir up a propaganda frenzy. In their narrative, super-powered individuals were all treacherous rebels who ignored their sovereign and their fathers, born with a rebellious spirit. They argued that they must be killed to secure the borders, to suppress chaos, to bring peace to the world, and to quell the grievances of the people.
"The main force from Hedong cannot get across, and our own strength is insufficient to breach these fortifications. Look, Qu Tutong is still continuously building works and trenches. With every passing day, the difficulty of defeating him grows greater," Yin Kaishan sighed, looking on with equal helplessness.
Liu Fei cared little for what they thought. With a shift of his body, the Heavenly Stele in his hand smashed down again. Its immense power engulfed an old man in white robes. The old man tried to dodge, but he felt a massive, binding force wrap around him, leaving him unable to flee.