Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Medical Hall

Earning Spirit Stones by Flattering

The moment Chen Bo collapsed, the live broadcast room practically exploded.

“My great, great, great, great, great, great, great blade is thirsting for blood again! This is my first time snatching first place—so happy, what do I do?”

“Peaceful Comfort tips the streamer 666 coins—streamer wins! Streamer wins! Streamer wins! Important things must be said three times!”

“Adorable Bookworm tips 666 coins—three times isn’t enough, at least make it six! Otherwise, how can we show the streamer’s luck is off the charts now? Streamer wins! Streamer wins! Streamer wins! Streamer wins! Streamer wins! Streamer wins! That’s six, right?”

“Hehe Little Pine tips 666 coins—six times isn’t nearly enough! It should be sixty times! Streamer wins sixty times! Hahaha, I really am a genius! Wahahaha!”

“John is Me tips 666 coins—the streamer Chen isn’t dead! Oh my God! My prayers must have worked. Although, as an old man, I have no idea what 666 means, but I’ll follow the trend anyway.”

“Jin Yong tips 666 coins—keeping up with the times, following the trend as well.”

“Cat Egg tips 666 coins—the whole screen is full of 666, the streamer’s already flying high!”

Poor Chen Bo fell unconscious, and no one even noticed—everyone had already been stunned by his counterattack. Who’d pay attention to him now?

Only Bai Ge and his companions, loyal as ever, saw Chen Bo collapse and immediately shouted, “Quick! Go help Brother Chen! He mustn’t fall victim to some villainous plot right now!”

The three of them drew their weapons and rushed toward the ring at full speed. Everyone around, seeing their fierce determination, the kind of look that said anyone blocking the way would be cut down, hurriedly stepped aside to clear a path.

Guo Zi’ang hoisted the gravely wounded and unconscious Chen Bo onto his back, and before long, they disappeared into the crowd.

“What the heck, who are those three? They actually took Chen Bo away! Could they be his enemies, here for revenge?”

“Idiot, have you been living under a rock lately? Who in Tianyang Academy doesn’t know the names of those four? Their exploits could fill four novels!”

“So they’re friends? That big guy must be Guo Zi’ang! But who are the other two?”

Bai Ge and Dugu Yixiao both hailed from the capital; in Tianyang City, their faces were entirely unfamiliar, so it made sense that people didn’t recognize them.

“Those two look so effeminate! The one in black, clutching a sword, is a little better, but the one in white—he looks even more delicate than a woman! With a bit of makeup, he could easily pass for a stunning beauty.”

“Hmph, you don’t even know who those two are? Their reputations might not be the best, but like Guo Zi’ang, their cultivation talents are top-notch. Among this year’s new students, they definitely rank in the top fifty!”

“What? Top fifty! Isn’t that a bit much? This year’s cohort is supposed to be fiercer than any before!”

“Why would I lie? The one in white is Bai Ge—he looks fragile as a girl, but his lightness skills are uncanny, and his attacks are so bizarre and unpredictable, you can’t guard against him!”

“The one in black is Dugu Yixiao—the sword in his hand is a spirit weapon! I’m not sure what its rank is, but it’s certainly no weaker than the one Chen Bo wields—maybe even stronger. And he’s a master swordsman, able to take on several cultivators of the same level at once!”

“No way! That impressive? But why haven’t I heard of them before?”

“Of course you haven’t—they’re both from the capital, with very deep backgrounds!”

While the crowd gossiped, Bai Ge and his companions had already brought Chen Bo to a clinic within Tianyang Academy.

The owner of the clinic was formerly an instructor at Tianyang Academy, now turned physician—his medical skills were well known within the academy.

His surname was Niu; very few knew his given name, certainly not Bai Ge and the others.

As Guo Zi’ang gently laid Chen Bo on a wooden bed, he asked anxiously, “Master Niu, please take a look at my brother—how badly is he hurt? Is there any hope?”

Master Niu was over seventy years old, but thanks to his cultivation, he was still hale and hearty, with a head of white hair and eyes bright as stars.

Hearing Guo Zi’ang’s plea, he glared at him irritably, “Every time you come here, you make such a racket! Don’t you know you’ll disturb the injured? If they come to harm because you won’t let them rest, can you shoulder that responsibility?”

From his tone, it was clear that Master Niu knew Guo Zi’ang—quite well, in fact.

Guo Zi’ang realized his mistake, but Chen Bo’s life was more important. “Master Niu, I’ll keep my voice down, alright? Please, just check on my brother! If you’re any slower, it could be too late!”

“I know, I know, stop rushing me!” Master Niu retorted, hurrying over to Chen Bo’s side. He grasped Chen Bo’s wrist and began to feel his pulse.

Barely a breath had passed before his frown deepened. He took out a dagger, heated it in the fire until it glowed red, and quickly cut away Chen Bo’s clothes. In moments, Chen Bo was left in nothing but his undergarments.

Emblazoned across them were two large letters—an item won from the System’s lottery, far superior and more comfortable than the local undergarments of the Wildlands.

And just like that, the live broadcast room erupted once more.

“Ahhh, how could the streamer have such evenly toned muscles? Impossible! I’ve trained for over a month and don’t look half as good. All he has to do is gnaw a few pills and he gets a body like that—utter madness!”

“Damn, all you care about is his physique? That’s scary! Look at his injuries—they’re horrifying. You can see several footprints across his stomach; his internal organs must have taken a massive hit.”

“I’m a med student—a surgeon, in fact. Judging from his wounds, he’s probably broken five or six ribs. That’s a life-threatening injury—though, of course, that’s ignoring his freakish constitution.”

“Hasn’t anyone noticed what’s between his legs? Even through the underwear, with my years of experience ‘serving clients,’ if he were to get aroused, it’d be at least fifteen or sixteen centimeters!”

“Damn, sixteen centimeters! The streamer’s only fifteen years old—does that mean when he’s grown, it could reach eighteen? Now that’s a real man! So jealous!”

“No way, it grows slowly—it probably won’t get any longer, it’s already set.”

“Friend, you can’t judge the protagonist’s otherworldly body by Earth’s standards.”

“Agreed, agreed.”

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“10086.”