Beautiful Hole Slut

Ninghai
, a modern metropolis that retains the traditional charm of China, is a place where old-style Western
architecture and modern skyscrapers coexist harmoniously on the Bund.
At midday, a
young man , quietly enjoying the cool river breeze, oblivious to the passersby, his mind
a jumble of thoughts.
His name is Ding Ning. He has just slipped away from his last class reunion after graduation, and the memory of his
classmates , strutting around him with pride after finding jobs fills him with irritation.
Across the river, the Oriental Pearl Tower and Jin Mao Tower stand majestically,
inspiring a spirit of striving upwards, climbing to new heights, and never giving up.
People are in the scenery, and the scenery is in people; the interplay of people and scenery gives this international metropolis a unique charm.
But he felt no longing whatsoever. Five years had passed since he'd been home, and he couldn't contact his father or his four masters. What path should
he take in the future? His
exquisitely sculpted features still carried a hint of youthful innocence, and his deep, clear, black
eyes revealed a deep longing.
If he had a choice, he would rather have never come to Ninghai University, remaining in his hometown, still
relying on his taciturn father, than drift like a rootless duckweed in this bustling, restless city. At
this moment, he truly missed home.
"Quick, call 120! Someone's fainted!"
"What happened to such a beautiful girl? She fainted!"
"Sigh! Young people these days don't exercise at all; their physical condition is really poor. A little breeze and they
faint."
"Wait, is this girl sick? Look how pale she is. It's a bit muggy today;
could she have heatstroke?"
... The sudden commotion around him shattered Ding Ning's tranquility.
He looked up at the sound and saw a crowd of tourists blocking his view.
Peeking through the gaps in the crowd, Ding Ning could vaguely make out a girl in a white dress lying on the ground, seemingly
unconscious.
His heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively rushed over, shouting, "Make way! Make way!"
"Who the hell are you?"
"Why are you pushing? "
"Damn it, are you sick?"
...
Ding Ning squeezed through the crowd, only to be met with a chorus of angry shouts.
"I studied medicine, everyone make way, I need to take a look at her."
His gaze fell on the unconscious girl. Seeing her face, half-hidden by her long, dark hair, pale as
paper, Ding Ning's heart tightened, and he quickly shouted.
Hearing that he was a doctor, people quickly made way, but seeing his appearance, many
looked at him suspiciously. This guy was a doctor? He was too young!
Ding Ning reached the girl's side and saw that her face was bluish, her lips were blue, she was having difficulty breathing, she had already fainted,
and her face showed signs of pain.
He immediately reached out and took her pulse, instantly diagnosing from the rapid, weak pulse that it was heart failure
caused .
The girl's condition was extremely dangerous; she would die within two minutes without immediate intervention, and there was no time to get her to the hospital.
Without hesitation, Ding Ning picked the girl up, laid her flat, checked her carotid artery, and then immediately
sat on the ground, supporting her neck with his legs to tilt her back.
He then pressed down on the girl's prominent breasts repeatedly, his expression extremely serious, and his actions... were truly
excruciating.
The onlookers suddenly realized what was happening, looking at Ding Ning with disdain. It turned out this guy was just
taking advantage , yet he had such a bitter and resentful expression on his face.
Especially when Ding Ning had been pressing for a while, checked the girl's pulse again, pinched her nose, took a deep breath,
and bent down to perform artificial respiration, several young men who had been lusting after the girl's beauty were already kicking themselves, regretting
that they hadn't acted first.
Just as a few sleazy young men were eyeing Ding Ning with envy, wanting to push her aside and take her place, Ding Ning
solemnly pressed his ear to the girl's ample breasts to listen.
He then took a box from his pocket, pulled out seven silver needles, and swiftly inserted them into the girl
's breasts, gently twisting them. Fortunately, the girl was wearing nipple covers, so there was no need to worry about exposure.
The girl's pale face visibly regained color, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breathing gradually
became even, which made Ding Ning breathe a long sigh of relief.
"So he really is a doctor, not someone taking advantage of others. He seems to be a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner who knows acupuncture, but his
CPR looks so lewd."
"Damn, so being a doctor has these perks! I want to study medicine too."
"Get lost! You think you can always meet beautiful women? What if you run into a smelly, ugly fat woman? Would you still
be giving her oral respiration?"
... The young men teased each other, their eyes greedily fixed on the girl's stunning beauty.
Ding Ning paid no attention to the girl's appearance, but instead frowned as he stared at her
. She should have woken up by now, so why wasn't she responding?
Had he overlooked something? Ding Ning carefully examined her, his gaze quickly settling on the girl's
knee . It was just a small wound; it should have stopped bleeding long ago.
But even now, the wound was still slowly and persistently bleeding,
staining the girl's white skirt, which reached past her knees, a deep crimson.
Ding Ning's pupils contracted sharply, a hint of pity appearing on his face. This girl was truly pitiful; not only did she have
a heart condition , but she also suffered from severe aplastic anemia.
Without a second thought, he unabashedly reached out and lifted the girl's skirt, revealing a pair of sexy, snow-white,
slender legs. He rubbed his hands together, continuously massaging around the girl's knee.
Ah, the smooth, soft touch! Ding Ning, a young virgin, felt a surge of excitement, his face flushing slightly.
He quickly composed himself, channeling the meager amount of true energy he had painstakingly cultivated for over a decade
into the girl's skin through his burning hands, applying intense pressure to stop the bleeding. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Damn it, let go of my sister!"
Just then, a handsome young man carrying two bottles of drinks squeezed through the crowd, saw the scene, his face
turning ashen , and roared furiously, kicking Ding Ning in the back.
Caught off guard, Ding Ning felt a burning pain in his back and almost fell flat on his face, but he couldn't let go.
The girl's bleeding hadn't completely stopped yet; letting go now would mean all his efforts were wasted.
He forced down the sweet, metallic taste in his throat, glaring fiercely at the young man. "Don't cause trouble, I'm saving your sister."
To his dismay, not a single person among the many onlookers stepped forward to explain. The
few envious and jealous young men even wore gloating expressions.
"Damn it, you've taken lewd behavior to a whole new level! You're asking for it!"
Seeing Ding Ning still "lewdly" touching his sister's leg, the young man flew into a rage, unleashing
a flurry of "Foshan Shadowless Kicks" at Ding Ning. "
This guy's a trained fighter, he's really heavy-handed," Ding Ning thought to himself. As all his meager internal energy
flowed into the girl's body, he finally stopped the bleeding, and his mind relaxed.
He hurriedly stood up to explain, but suddenly felt dizzy and almost stumbled.
Just then, the young man, his eyes bloodshot, charged forward like a madman. Normally, Ding Ning
wouldn't paid any attention to his flashy but ineffective punches.
But now, his inner energy was depleted, and he was extremely weak. He had no time to dodge, and with a loud "thud," the young man's fist
landed squarely on his head.
Ding Ning felt a buzzing in his head and fell straight to the ground. The young man relentlessly attacked him, unleashing
a barrage of punches and kicks.
Instinctively, Ding Ning covered his head with his hands, hunching over to endure this undeserved calamity.
His weakened body felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer; blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, instantly
staining his blue t-shirt red. His vision blurred, and stars flashed
before his eyes. Before his consciousness completely faded, he seemed to see the girl in his arms open her eyes, her face filled with fear
as she shouted something at him, while the young man spoke with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
The faint sound of an ambulance could be heard in the distance, but his vision blurred, everything appeared to
move in slow motion , he could hear nothing, his eyelids grew heavy, blood was rapidly flowing out, and then everything
went black as he lost consciousness. Those around him were stunned, and Ding Ning collapsed to the ground
like a deflated balloon, unconscious . Paramedics hurriedly lifted Ding Ning and the girl into the ambulance, which sped away with its blue lights flashing, before the crowd reluctantly dispersed. No one noticed that the blood flowing from Ding Ning's mouth was continuously seeping into a black stone figure , giving the figure a faint glow of blood before quickly returning to normal. In the emergency room of Ninghai Changjiang Hospital, the electrocardiogram monitor beeped incessantly. "Dr. Wang, the patient is unconscious, breathing is difficult, pupils are dilating, muscles are relaxed, and he has completely lost consciousness. His body temperature is dropping, blood pressure is low, and he shows signs of ischemia. His vital signs have deteriorated to the critical point." "Immediately administer blood transfusions, put him on a ventilator, prepare for exploratory laparotomy, and find the cause of the patient's fainting. Hurry!" "Dr. Wang, the ventilator is on, and blood transfusions have begun. The patient has injuries on his back, face, and head caused , but no obvious bleeding points." "Perform an exploratory laparotomy first. Is the brain CT scan complete?" "Yes, it is. The brain CT scan shows no obvious traumatic brain injury, at most a mild concussion. The exploratory laparotomy revealed that the spleen was damaged by an external impact, resulting in three hematomas… Huh!" "What's wrong?" "Strange, the hematomas in the patient's abdominal cavity have disappeared on their own, the electrocardiogram and brain waves are starting to rise, and 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 electrocardiogram and brain waves are normal, and the vital signs have begun to rise significantly and have returned to normal values." "Ah, how could this be?" In the emergency room of 0002 , the doctors and nurses looked at each other, bewildered . In their professional careers, they had never encountered such a perplexing patient. No matter how they examined her, they couldn't find the cause of her unconsciousness. With the help of IV fluids and blood transfusions, Ding Ning's pale face gradually regained color. Apart from the bruises on her body and face, she seemed like a healthy person, showing no signs of impending death. Dr. Wang was completely baffled and could only instruct the nurses to move Ding Ning to the intensive care unit for close observation, in case anything changed. "Compile all the detailed records and data of the patient's resuscitation process and give them to me," Dr. Wang casually instructed his assistant. Regardless, the patient's well-being was thanks to him, the emergency room doctor . "Doctor, is he alright?" Seeing Dr. Wang emerge from the emergency room, the girl Ding Ning had saved, pale-faced, ignored her brother's advice and rushed towards him in her hospital gown. Dr. Wang's eyes lit up; he secretly admired the beautiful girl. The girl appeared to be in her early twenties, with long, flowing black hair cascading casually over her delicate shoulders, revealing her exquisite, fair collarbones. Below her collarbones, the oversized hospital gown accentuated her curves, outlining a perfect silhouette. Her beautiful oval face was smooth and delicate, with lips like cherries, eyebrows like ink paintings, and a gaze as clear as autumn water. She possessed an indescribable gentleness and refinement; even the unsightly blue and white striped hospital gown could not detract from her beauty. Her innate noble and elegant demeanor told him that this girl was no ordinary person. Dr. Wang swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and gave him his most approachable smile, saying, "Don't worry, young lady, after our efforts, the patient has passed the critical period, and her vital signs have returned to normal. Aside from some bruises and swelling, it seems…" "It seems what?" the girl asked anxiously. The doctor secretly envied Ding Ning, that such a beautiful girl cared about him. He said with a touch of pride, "He looks like he's never been injured, perfectly healthy." "Ah!" The girl gasped, her cherry lips slightly parted, revealing sparkling white teeth. Her dark eyes widened in disbelief. "How could he be so badly injured?" "I told you, that kid was obviously faking it. He was just taking advantage of you. I caught him red-handed, and he pretended to be unconscious to escape. And you're worried about him…" The handsome young man beside him immediately chimed in, but his voice He muttered softly, "I really didn't use much force."

Dr. Wang was a little confused about the relationship between these people, but perhaps to get a little more attention on the girl, he
still spoke up fairly, mainly to highlight his contribution:
"The patient was in critical condition before the rescue; his vital signs had reached the lowest critical point. Only after our
all-out efforts did he pull through."
"That's good, that's good. Thank you, doctor. I'll cover all his treatment costs. Thank you for your
help."
The girl glared at the young man, making him shut up, before turning to the doctor
and speaking kindly.
"It's nothing, it's what we should do,"
the doctor said, feeling flattered and hurriedly offering his thanks.
"May I go see him?"
The girl's bright eyes pleaded, and he couldn't bear to refuse. He
nodded almost unconsciously.
"Out of responsibility to the patient, even though he's recovered, I've sent him to the intensive
care unit to prevent any accidents. To avoid infection, please don't go in;
just look through the isolation window."
"Okay, thank you, doctor!"
The girl smiled radiantly, like a blooming flower, breathtakingly beautiful, making Dr. Wang's eyes widen.
Just as he was about to find an excuse to chat with her a little longer, she turned and walked towards the intensive care unit, the young man following closely behind, his
face full of reluctance.
"Bang!" The self-proclaimed excellent Dr. Wang seemed to hear his own heart shatter. He clutched his chest, a look of utter dejection
on his face , watching the girl's frail figure disappear into the distance. Truly, a dream unfulfilled.
"Dr. Wang, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
The head nurse, who had just come out of the emergency room, helped him up with concern, her high, full
breasts, rubbing unabashedly against his arm.
Dr. Wang, who had been maintaining an ambiguous relationship with this middle-aged but still charming head nurse,
felt absolutely nothing towards her at this moment.
Without comparison, there's no harm; having just seen the youthful, invincible goddess, and then looking at this aging
woman, Dr. Wang instantly lost all interest.
She subtly pulled her arm away. "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired. I'll go back to my office now."
Seeing that no one was around, the head nurse quickly whispered, "See you at the usual place tonight."
Dr. Wang looked at the wrinkles around her eyes and the bulge in her lower abdomen that even a thick layer of sunscreen couldn't hide,
and felt nauseous as if he had swallowed a fly. He coughed and turned to leave in a hurry:
"We'll see, I'm too tired today."
The head nurse looked at his departing figure with a puzzled expression, and pouted unhappily:
"That rascal, isn't he usually more enthusiastic than others? What's wrong with him today? Looks like I can only go to
that old lecher Dr. Liu, otherwise how am I going to get through this long night?"
Outside the intensive care unit, separated by an isolation window, the girl stared blankly at Ding Ning, who was still unconscious, her eyes
shimmering, lost in thought.
"Muqing, that guy is clearly a pervert trying to take advantage of you. You lack social experience, so don't
let him fool you."
Shen Muyang, speaking from experience, earnestly nagged in the girl's ear, leaving Shen Muqing utterly helpless.
"Brother, don't think so badly of him, okay? Even though I was unconscious, I was still conscious
. If it weren't for him, you probably wouldn't be seeing me again."
Shen Muyang's expression darkened as he looked at his sister with pity. "Muqing, I'm sorry. I didn't know
you fell ill so soon after I left. I'll take you back to Yanjing after you're discharged. Dad, Mom, and Grandpa miss you terribly."
"Alright, brother, I know you mean well, but I don't want to go back. Please stop talking about it."
Shen Muqing's face showed a stubbornness as she said resolutely.
Shen Muyang knew her temperament and sighed helplessly,
"Then you should go back to your ward and rest. You've been here
watching
over him ever since he got to the hospital and received some IV fluids. Now that you know he's alright, you should be relieved. Tell me, little sister, you didn't fall for that guy because he saved you like a hero, did you?"
"Brother, what nonsense are you talking about!"
Shen Muqing blushed slightly, playfully scolding him, then a
hint :
"Brother, you know what? I have a feeling... I think this person can cure my illness."
Shen Muyang was taken aback, then shook his head and smiled bitterly. He knew how much his sister suffered from this heart condition.
From childhood, she had never dared to engage in strenuous exercise, speak loudly, make friends, cry, or laugh,
fearing that any emotional instability would trigger a relapse.
It could be said that she was constantly racing against death, always at risk of being taken by the disease. Every
day was a bonus; she didn't even have the right to fall in love.
He also hoped his sister could be cured and live a healthy life like any other girl, but the family had already
taken her to see the world's top cardiologists, and everyone said they were helpless.
Now, his sister was actually pinning her hopes on a complete stranger, a young man. In Shen Muyang's eyes, she
was desperately grasping at straws.
"I know you don't believe me, but I know myself. Every time I wake up from a coma, I feel a tightness in my chest,
like a stone is pressing on it. But this time is different. I've never felt so comfortable before. My breathing
is smooth I feel so relaxed all over. I've never felt this way before."
As if to prove her words, Shen Muqing stretched out her arms and made an exaggerated hugging motion,
highlighting her graceful curves, but the movement was very small and looked unnatural.
"Are you serious?" Shen Muyang's eyes lit up when he heard this. After all, he knew his sister's condition too well.
Every time escaped death, she was sickly. Only this time did it seem like something was really different.
"Of course, why would I lie to you? The needles he... he stuck in my chest felt like they
released all the pent-up emotions in my chest, giving me a... a sense of relief and clarity, even my breathing became much easier."
Shen Muqing didn't know how to describe that feeling in words, so she could only try to use easily understood
gestures to express her feelings.
But thinking of Ding Ning touching her chest and legs to save her, and even having her first kiss taken from him,
a strange ripple stirred in her heart.
Shen Muyang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said, "Then you should go back to your ward first. I'll go to the doctor's office to check your examination results."
"Check the report."
"Okay!" Shen Muqing glanced deeply at the ICU one last time before returning to her own ward.
Half an hour later, Shen Muyang walked to the hospital rooftop with a happy expression, took a deep drag on his cigarette, his eyes
slightly red, and took out his phone to make a call: "Mom, this is Muyang, my sister has fallen ill again..."
In an elegant courtyard house in Yanjing, hearing her son's choked voice
on the sank to the bottom. The teacup in her hand fell to the ground with a "bang" and shattered.
Had this moment finally come?
Although she had been mentally prepared, she still couldn't face reality when the moment actually arrived.
A tearing pain shot through her heart, her nose began to sting, and her eyes quickly filled with tears.
She couldn't hold back her grief any longer and burst into a sob:
"Muyang, Muqing... Muqing... Waaah..." Hearing Ye
Shulan
's uncontrollable sobs on the other end of the phone, Shen Muyang was both amused and exasperated. He quickly said, "Mom, don't
get so worked up , Muqing..."
"I'm not worked up, how can I not be? Muqing suffered so much since she was little, why
can't God forgive her? What sins did I commit in my past life? Waaah..."
Tears streamed down Ye Shulan's face. Her son's choked sobs had successfully made her mistakenly believe her beloved daughter
had passed away. How could she not be heartbroken?
"Mom... Mom... don't cry, please let me finish. Muqing is alright, she was rescued
."
Shen Muyang dared not keep her in suspense any longer and spoke rapidly.
"You...you're telling the truth? You're not lying to comfort me, are you?"
Ye Shulan's sobs abruptly stopped, her heart clenching tightly. She asked with a mixture of expectation, excitement, and suspicion; the rapid ups and downs of
her life were taking their toll.
"Mom, I swear, I'm telling the truth. My sister is fine, and after the checkup, her condition is even better than
before ."
Shen Muyang recounted the events in detail.
"Ah, Muqing really feels that young man can cure her!"
Ye Shulan's emotions were like a rollercoaster, completely ignoring her son's resentful description of how
that brat had taken advantage of her precious daughter.
"I'm going to Ninghai right now! Quick, send me the hospital address!"
Ye Shulan hung up the phone hastily, skipping the usual hour of getting ready
, calling her driver, changing her clothes, and heading straight to the airport.
In the intensive care unit, Ding Ning slowly opened her eyes, smelling the strong disinfectant odor, looking at the pure white
ward, momentarily lost in thought.
In the hospital, Ding Ning's mind raced as he recalled the scene from before. The
guy who had brutally beaten him without asking any questions filled him with rage.
It was like a dog biting Lü Dongbin – ungrateful for kindness. What had become of society? No wonder no one dared to do good
deeds anymore.
Thinking of this, Ding Ning's heart tightened. He wondered how the girl was doing.
Just the way that young man had so easily assaulted him without any reason meant that if anything happened to her,
he would likely be the culprit.
Although he had only given her a simple examination, he knew her condition was far from simple and beyond
his current ability to treat.
Sigh! Ding Ning's face was filled with bitterness, his brows furrowed. Hadn't he suffered enough? Why couldn't he
shake his habit of meddling in other people's business?
Otherwise, with his knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, his clinical Western medicine degree, and his excellent academic
record, he would undoubtedly be a highly sought-after doctor by major hospitals.
It wasn't because he liked to meddle; during his internship, he encountered a misdiagnosed case and pointed out
the mistake of the well-connected attending physician, Li Wensheng, which resulted in a medical dispute.
The incident escalated, and he ultimately failed his internship evaluation, becoming a negative example and
labeled a troublemaker. Consequently, no hospital was willing to hire him after graduation.
Oh well, no one would take him. He hadn't planned to work for a hospital anyway. His father
's requirement that he achieve success and go to Beijing to propose marriage before he turned twenty-four was only two years away.
Ding Ning pulled out the IV drip from his wrist and stretched, but then his movements
froze , feeling something was wrong.
What had flashed through his mind when he pulled out the IV? Was it a 3D diagram of the IV needle? He tried to grasp the needle again, and immediately a 3D image of the needle and corresponding information
appeared in his mind : Stainless steel, hollow, 6-gauge intravenous infusion needle, medical sterile infusion set, 0.6mm needle, gross weight: 200.00g. He stared wide-eyed in astonishment, disbelievingly touching the quilt covering him. Suddenly, a 3D image of the quilt appeared in his mind, alongside a series of specifications: net weight (excluding cover): 3 jin (approximately 1.5 kg); dimensions: 60 x 130 cm; quilt cover weaving: brushed; quilt cover fabric: cotton; cotton content: 100%. Ding Ning's heart pounded uncontrollably, filled with panic and fear. This was too bizarre. He quickly lay down slowly, closed his eyes, and muttered, "This isn't real, this is a dream, this is a dream..." But as he placed his hand on the bed, the dimensions, model, and structure . Ding Ning had to admit that he really did possess a special ability. He lay flat on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, desperately trying to recall what was happening, how he could have such a strange change. Suddenly, he remembered that before he lost consciousness, when he spat out a mouthful of blood onto his chest, he felt an invisible suction force pulling at him, causing his blood to gush out like beads from a broken string, unstoppable. He hurriedly touched his chest; the stone figure his father had left him was still there. Could it be this stone figure that caused the change removed the stone figure and examined it, finding that the ordinary black stone figure hadn't changed at all. Could it not be because of this stone figure? Ding Ning blinked in confusion, and just as he was about to put it back on, a strange change occurred. A three-dimensional image of the stone figure suddenly appeared in his mind. Unlike other things that had specific data , this stone figure had no specific data in his mind.

However, a small, blood-red hole had appeared on the top of the stone figure in his mind's head.
Even more bizarrely, the stone figure's entire body was covered with a dense network of
blood vessels, meridians, and acupoints, resembling a human meridian diagram.
The stone figure in his hand grew increasingly hot with each grip, and the small blood-red spot
on began to slowly flow along the meridian diagram.
His nearly depleted true energy began to flow autonomously through his meridians, following the stone figure's
movements , circulating and constantly growing stronger.
A strange message inexplicably entered his mind: "Open the nine orifices, open the three dantian, pass the three barriers, the Immortal Mansion's registration pill is ready,
the underworld's decree has been cleared, the Yang orifice is opened, the Meridian-Severing Hand is transmitted.
" Ding Ning's mind went blank with shock, followed by wild joy. The message was obscure and difficult to understand, yet profound and high-level
. He didn't quite grasp it, focusing only on the so-called Meridian-Severing Hand.
The art of "pulse-cutting" is similar in principle to the legendary acupoint striking technique, but it's not as simple as the acupoint striking depicted in martial arts novels and
films , where a few casual pokes can render someone immobile.
Pulse-cutting requires following the twelve two-hour periods of the day,
determining which pulse to cut based on the Yin-Yang and Five Elements magnetic fields of the human body's reception of cosmic energy. The force applied is also crucial; too much force will cause problems, while too little will have no effect.
However, this is no challenge for Ding Ning. From a young age, under the tutelage of his father and four masters, his hands have always been very steady,
and his control over force is perfect.
In short, it involves using the method of cutting off the flow of energy in the body's meridians at different times to control
the opponent's physical abilities.
This overjoyed Ding Ning. If he mastered this miraculous technique and applied it to treating patients, it would
have a transformative effect.
For example, if a patient is bleeding heavily, cutting off the pulse in the direction of blood flow at that specific time can
stop the bleeding.
Similarly, during surgery, cutting off the pulses that transmit pain signals will numb the patient's sense of pain,
completely replacing anesthesia.
For example, slowing down the patient's metabolism and blood circulation can induce a state of suspended animation, buying enough
time for treatment.
Ding Ning forgot about time, forgot everything, and immersed himself entirely in learning this miraculous Meridian-Severing Technique.
Two hours passed, and Ding Ning's internal energy circulated through eighteen cycles before he
felt a jolt , and the images in his mind vanished.
Ding Ning felt more refreshed than ever before, even his senses seemed to have become more acute.
After carefully sensing his internal energy, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his internal energy cultivation over the past ten years was no match for
the results of these short two hours.
The weak, thread-like internal energy that had always made him feel inferior had grown to the thickness of a matchstick, obediently
circulating through his meridians.
What puzzled him was that he noticed a hazy gray space between his brows,
containing a small ball of light.
Ding Ning pondered for a long time but couldn't figure out what this ball of light was; he was too overwhelmed with surprises to bother with it anymore.
"Hahaha..." Ding Ning couldn't help but burst into laughter, grabbing the stone figure and giving it a big kiss. This was truly a
treasure!
Not only had it taught him a heaven-defying method of cultivating true qi, but it had also taught him a portion of the Meridian-Severing Hand technique.
Yes, only a portion. After all, the Meridian-Severing Hand technique was far too profound, a deep and complex
discipline , something that couldn't be fully grasped in just two hours.
Even with the stone figure's ability to grant him extraordinary memory, he still couldn't master it in a short time.
Moreover, the stone figure seemed to have some kind of limitation; after a certain period, the image in his mind would immediately
disappear , his special ability would cease to function, and holding it in his hand wouldn't bring back any images.
Ding Ning tried touching other objects, and his special ability, which he named Absolute Touch, was still effective. It seemed it only
had no effect on the stone figure, which relieved him.
Otherwise, if this incredibly helpful ability disappeared, he would be devastated. The only inconvenience he felt was that he now dared not easily touch any objects, otherwise, images and data of the touched objects
would appear in his mind . After numerous experiments, he discovered that this ability was quite problematic. After analyzing too many objects, his head would feel foggy , as if he were overexerted and wanted to sleep. Fortunately, through his efforts, he managed to prevent the ability from activating as long as he didn't think about or analyze anything. This also made him understand what the ball of light between his brows was—it was the energy of his ability. Once depleted, it could only be replenished through sleep, specifically deep sleep. Outside the observation room, a man and a woman watched Ding Ning, who seemed to be acting like a lunatic, his expression shifting between worry and joy , between deep thought and silly grins… The shrewish middle-aged woman, dressed in elegant attire, looked at the young man beside her in astonishment: “Mu Yang, you’re not joking with your mother, are you? This is the person you said had a chance of curing your sister? He’s good-looking, but why does he look like a lunatic?” Shen Mu Yang shrugged awkwardly, scratching his head sheepishly: “Did I beat this guy up? I’m not sure if he can cure Mu Qing’s illness; it’s all Mu Qing’s opinion.” “Not sure? Not sure? You called me crying and screaming, almost scaring me to death! I rushed here, and this is the thing you show me?” Ye Shu Lan gritted her teeth, reaching out to twist Shen Mu Yang’s ear three times to the left, three times to the right, and then three times in front and back… "Ouch, it hurts, it hurts, Mom. Let go... let go!" Shen Muyang grimaced, clutching Ye Shulan's hand, not daring to struggle, only pleading incessantly. "Hmph, if you don't give me an explanation today, I'll pretend I never had a son like you." Seeing the nurses and patients around them covering their mouths and snickering, Ye Shulan reluctantly let go, threatening him like a tigress with her hands on her hips . "Oh my god, it hurts so much." Shen Muyang rubbed his red ears, seeing Ye Shulan glaring at him with an unfriendly expression, a dangerous glint in her eyes, he hurriedly took two steps back to create a safe distance, and said with a fawning smile: "Mom, it's really not what I said, it's just that Muqing felt really comfortable after being treated by this kid, and I asked the doctor about the test results, and you know what, Muqing's condition is much better than before, at least she's not in any immediate danger of death, even the doctor who saw the previous test results said it was a miracle."

Ye Shulan's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this. She eagerly pulled Shen Muyang along, rushing towards the doctor's
office . "Come on, let's go see the doctor." Twenty minutes later, Ye Shulan emerged from the doctor's office with a beaming smile, turning to Shen Muyang,
who looked thoughtful, and said, "I didn't expect that crazy kid to actually have some skills. Come on, let's go talk to him." Shen Muyang's face flushed with embarrassment, and he coughed guiltily, "Ahem, Mom, I think such a difficult and important task should be handled by you personally. If I go, I might even make things worse." Ye Shulan looked at him suspiciously, "What do you mean?" "I misunderstood him and beat him up, causing him to be hospitalized. Do you think he'll forgive me if I show up in front of him now?" Shen Muyang said with a bitter face, "Mom, in this situation, asking me to talk to him about my sister's treatment is just asking for trouble." "That's true!" Ye Shulan nodded understandingly, then angrily kicked Shen Muyang in the butt: "He saved your sister, and you beat him up and hospitalized him! How am I supposed to apologize to him?" Shen Muyang's face fell, and he fawned over Ye Shulan, massaging her shoulders. He said shamelessly, "My most beautiful, dignified, kind, gentle, and unparalleled mother, I am your most beloved son. Can you bear to see your most handsome, dashing, and debonair son groveling and apologizing to a poor boy?" "Don't give me that. You caused this mess and you expect me to clean it up for you? Dream on! You have a lot of shame, but do you think your mother doesn't? When I fight with your father, it's always your father who apologizes first." Ye Shulan held her head high arrogantly, looking down on the grinning Shen Muyang. Seeing things were going badly, Shen Muyang's eyes darted around, and a plan came to him: "Mom, I've already investigated this kid. His name is Ding Ning, he's twenty-two years old, and he comes from a small town called Luochuan in the southwest. His mother is unknown , his father is a pig butcher, and his family's financial situation is average. He just graduated from the clinical medicine program at Huahai University School of Medicine with excellent grades, but he offended his internship supervisor during his internship, which is why he's been given a hard time. After graduation, no hospital is willing to hire him, and he's currently unemployed." Ye Shulan glanced at him sideways: "What are you trying to say?" "Mom, think about it. This Ding Ning is just a penniless recent graduate who can't even find . He must be really short of money right now. If we give him some money and promise to find him a good job, he'll be all set to help his sister get treatment." Shen Muyang said confidently. Ye Shulan frowned slightly. "How could he, a recent medical school graduate, possibly cure your sister?" "Well, you don't know this. According to my investigation, this Ding Ning had a very solid supposedly passed down through his family." Shen Muyang stroked his chin, analyzing like Sherlock Holmes. "I saw him use acupuncture to treat your sister. Based on my analysis, his Western medicine skills are average; his real strength lies in his family's traditional Chinese medicine." "But your sister's illness has been treated by many experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctors, all of whom are considered the pinnacle of the field. Even they couldn't help her. How much skill can this Ding Ning, at such a young age, possibly have?" After her initial agitation, Ye Shulan had calmed down and regained her shrewd nature, saying with some disappointment . "There's no other way. Even the world's top cardiologists are helpless with Muqing's illness. Now we can only try anything, even if it's a long shot. At least, it can improve my sister's condition. According to the doctor, her cardiogenic shock was caused by dilated cardiomyopathy. With current medical technology, there's no cure; she can only rest in bed. But that kid just gave her a few acupuncture needles, and the enlarged part of her heart returned to normal. This can be called a medical miracle." Shen Muyang said incredulously, "If what the doctor said is true, this Ding Ning really has a chance to cure my sister." Having suffered from illness for so long, the entire Shen family has almost become cardiologists because of their little princess Shen Muqing's illness. Ye Shulan, as Shen Muqing's mother, has researched a lot of information and knows what this means. Hearing him say this, her previously gloomy mood brightened again: "It seems this little guy has some ability. Whether it works or not, we have to try. Go and keep your sister company , lest she wake up and start overthinking if she can't find anyone." "Okay, then it's all up to Mom." Shen Muyang felt like he'd been granted a pardon, kissed Ye Shulan on the cheek, and ran off in a flash. "That child!" Ye Shulan rubbed her cheek where her son had kissed her, a doting smile on her face. Thinking about the hope for her daughter's recovery, her smile widened, and she hurried towards the intensive care unit. "Hey, what's wrong with you? Why did you unplug the IV and the ECG machine?" Just as she reached the ICU door, Ye Shulan heard a nurse's angry roar. "I'm fine, I don't need the IV anymore, I can be discharged." Ding Ning looked weakly at the fierce-looking nurse with a muscular face, a stubble beard, and a masculine air . Inwardly, however, she thought to herself, "So novels are all lies. What protagonist with some kind of cheat code, opening their eyes to a gentle, kind, beautiful nurse, and then embarking on a beautiful, enviable romance?" " I've got a cheat code too, but why do I wake up to a burly, menopausal shrew with a face full of scars and a weight approaching 200 pounds? " The fierce nurse, Zhang Li, roared, impatiently tidying up the ward. "You say you're fine, so you're fine? You say you're discharged, so you're discharged? The doctor hasn't approved it, so you'd better stay put and receive treatment. Don't cause me any trouble !" "I'm really fine, I can be discharged," Ding Ning stammered, trembling like a tortured animal, his body curled up . "Shut up! Whether it's good or bad isn't up to you, it's up to the doctor. If I tell you to lie down, then lie down. Don't delay my work!" Zhang Li was in a very bad mood. That damned Dr. Wang had transferred him from the regular ward to the intensive care unit to record all the vital signs of this bruised and battered guy. My aunt introduced me to a boyfriend last night. That jerk said he'd get in touch, but he hasn't even called yet. Looks like it's all over again. Ugh, when will I ever get married? "Knock, knock, knock!" Ye Shulan knocked politely on the door, saying with a friendly smile, "Hello..."

" May I come in?"
"Are you blind? This is the intensive care unit; outsiders are not allowed in!"
Zhang Li opened the door, glancing at the elegant and beautiful Ye Shulan. She hated two types of women the most:
those richer than herself and those prettier. Ye Shulan happened to be both,
which already annoyed her, so naturally she wouldn't give her a friendly look.
Ding Ning peeked out and looked at Ye Shulan with suspicion. She didn't recognize her and couldn't be bothered with her. Besides, Zhang Li
was like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment; it was best not to provoke her.
A flash of anger crossed Ye Shulan's eyes. No one had dared to be so rude to her in years. She never expected
a little nurse to be so disrespectful.
But her good upbringing and demeanor made it impossible for her to argue with a junior nurse. A flawless
smile appeared on her face: "I'm this patient's relative. Can't I even visit my family?"
Ding Ning was dumbfounded, staring blankly at Ye Shulan, whose face was partially visible. When did she have such a
relative How come she didn't know
? Could it be that her father was seeing someone else? No, no, her father was taciturn and not good with words. How could he possibly
have managed to date such a noble and elegant woman?
But why did she say she was her relative? Could she be her mother, whom her father had always strictly forbidden to mention? She
… she had come to see her?
Ding Ning's heart suddenly raced, her Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily. She stared intently at the ward door, trying
to sense if there was that legendary blood connection.
"No, no matter who you are, you can't come in. This is a sterile observation room.
What *Bang!*"
Looking at Ye Shulan's ashen face, Zhang Li felt a strange sense of superiority.
So what if So what if she's prettier than her mother? This is where she calls the shots! She slammed the door shut.
0005 Dignity
Staring at the door that nearly hit her nose, Ye Shulan was furious, her lungs practically bursting. She roared, "
Just because I'm not showing my teeth doesn't mean I'm a pushover! You just wait!"
*Thump thump thump*...
Ye Shulan turned and stormed off in her five-centimeter heels.
"Pah! Just because she has a little money doesn't mean she's all that. Humph, I'm the boss here!"
Zhang Li, like a victorious rooster, clucked loudly,
her mood inexplicably improving, sending chills down Ding Ning's spine.
*Thump thump thump*...
Not long after, a series of hurried footsteps startled Zhang Li, who was glaring menacingly at Ding Ning and yelling.
"Bang!"
The door was violently pushed open. Zhang Li, furious, started cursing before even turning around: "You bitch, are you sick in the head?
Didn't I say this place is..."
Zhang Li turned around angrily and saw the sullen-faced Dean Zhou Guocheng, the Vice Dean Li Qiuhai
, and members of the hospital committee surrounding Ye Shulan and staring at her. Her loud voice immediately stopped.
Her face instantly filled with a fawning smile: "Dean Zhou, leaders, you...you...why are you here
?"
"Hmph, why am I here? If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known that the nurses at our Changjiang Hospital have this kind of quality.
What's your name? Apologize to this lady right now, immediately."
Zhou Guocheng looked at Zhang Li's more masculine figure and her face, which resembled a car crash, and felt a chill run down his spine.
Who the hell hired this? How could they hire such an unsightly piece of trash?
Although nurses aren't in a beauty pageant, they still need to be pleasing to the patients' eyes.
He secretly made up his mind to transfer Zhang Li to keep the old man who looked after the morgue company. After all,
it was a case of a zombie coming back to life; who knew who would scare whom to death?
He secretly glanced at Ye Shulan out of the corner of his eye. Beautiful women were more pleasing to the eye. He wondered who this woman was;
she seemed to have a terrifying background. The head of the Health Bureau had personally called to repeatedly instruct him to
treat her with utmost respect, and even he was rushing over immediately.
"I...I'm Zhang Li. Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have been so rude. Please forgive me." Zhang Li trembled, almost wetting herself in fear. She knew she had offended a powerful figure she
couldn't afford she couldn't get her forgiveness, she might lose her job.
She hurriedly bowed and apologized to Ye Shulan repeatedly, her attitude as sincere and humble
as .
Ding Ning secretly admired her. Zhang Li was a talent; her ability to change her expression was simply divine.
It was a real waste that she wasn't an actress.
"Alright, alright, you were just following hospital rules, but you're a nurse, you're there to serve the patients. Next time, you'd
better not be so rude and pay attention to your service attitude."
Ye Shulan, true to her wealthy background, didn't bother arguing with such a petty person and
waved her hand .
Zhang Li nodded repeatedly, feeling like she'd been granted a pardon: "Yes, yes, yes... I'll definitely pay attention next time, I'll definitely pay attention, thank you,
thank you..."
"Go on with your work, this is none of your business!"
Dean Zhou waved her hand like shooing away a fly. Zhang Li, no longer as fierce as before, slunk away.
She needed to find Dr. Wang and quickly tell him about Dean Zhou's visit.
Dean Zhou turned around and revealed a kind and friendly smile: "I'm sorry, Ms. Ye, I made you laugh.
Is there anything else you need? Please let me know."
"Thank you for your trouble. I don't have any requests, I just wanted to visit my nephew and catch up with him."
Ye Shulan smiled gracefully and nodded politely to the hospital's senior management.
Dean Zhou and his colleagues, as shrewd as monkeys, knew Ye Shulan was giving them the boot. They didn't disturb her, instead handing
her a business card with both hands: "Then we'll head back to our office. If you need anything, Ms. Ye, just give me a call." Ye Shulan took the card, smiling sweetly, and said, "Alright, I won't stand on ceremony." With a soft "thump," Ye Shulan entered the ward, closing the door behind her. Dean Zhou looked thoughtful, not rushing back to his office, but leading his group straight to the emergency room to inquire about Ding Ning's condition. He didn't want the hospital's higher-ups to be unaware of who this important figure was when Director Zhao from the Health Bureau arrived. Ding Ning, lying in bed, politely sat up, looking at Ye Shulan who was scrutinizing him, and asked with a puzzled expression, "Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else? I don't know you're a relative."

"Hehe, how could I possibly be your relative? I was just saying it casually, to find an excuse to come in and
talk to you. My surname is Ye, you can call me Ms. Ye."
Ye Shulan intentionally or unintentionally revealed her superiority complex. She agreed with Shen Muyang's statement that he
was just a poor boy without a job, and that she could easily find him a good job by spending some money.
Therefore, she wanted to take the initiative, gain the psychological advantage, and then do him a favor, making him grateful and obediently pay
for her precious daughter's treatment.
Ding Ning frowned, feeling somewhat disappointed. He disliked Ye Shulan's condescending tone, and
his voice turned cold: "Hello, Ms. Ye, what can I do for you?"
"Of course I can! I heard that you are a recent graduate of Huahai University's Medical School, but no hospital
is willing , so you haven't found a job yet."
Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory. Ye Shulan slowly sat on the sofa, feeling that she had already taken
the initiative , and said with a relaxed expression.
Ding Ning's face darkened, his goodwill towards her diminishing further. He said unhappily, "You're investigating me.
Who are you? What do you want?"
"Let me put it this way," Ye Shulan said arrogantly, as if giving alms to a beggar, "I'm the mother of the girl you saved today. For saving my daughter's life,
I'll give you one million and find you a job as repayment!"
She didn't notice Ding Ning's increasingly gloomy expression. "
A recent graduate like you will find it very difficult to find a good job in a big city like Ninghai..."
"No need," Ding Ning replied. "I was just doing what a doctor should do. Please leave if you have nothing else to say."
Ding Ning always believed there was no such thing as a free lunch. Before Ye Shulan could finish speaking, he immediately understood her
intentions . This woman had probably seen the effects of his acupuncture and was trying to get him to treat her daughter,
but was afraid he would overcharge them.
He couldn't help but sneer inwardly. Not only was he not confident he could cure the girl's illness, but even if he
were , he wouldn't stoop so low as to beg for treatment and sell his dignity.
Though poor, he had his pride; he would rather starve than beg anyone.
"Doctor, haha, I remember not only are there no hospitals willing to accept you, but you also don't have
a medical What kind of doctor are you?"
Ye Shulan mocked, exasperated that Ding Ning hadn't even finished hearing her conditions before rejecting her outright.
Ding Ning gave her a deep look, a mocking smile playing on his lips:
"Yes, I don't even have a medical license, but it was me, a non-doctor, who saved your
daughter's life, and someone still came begging me."
"You…"
Ye Shulan was speechless, her face flushing and paling by turns.
Given her temper, if anyone dared to speak to her so arrogantly, she would have slapped them
across the face long ago. But now, she had no choice but to submit, forcibly suppressing her anger and softening her expression
as said,
"Have you heard my terms? I hope that from today onwards, you can become my daughter's personal doctor,
responsible for her treatment. In return, I will give you a sum of money and help you find a good job. If you
agree, we can draft a contract now."
"I'm sorry, I can't cure your daughter's illness right now," Ding Ning shook his head. This was the first time he had ever seen someone
so arrogantly begging, but he could only tell the truth.
The fact that he couldn't cure her now meant he could cure her later. Ye Shulan was overjoyed, feeling that her trip
hadn't been in vain.
As for Ding Ning's refusal, in her opinion, he was just being difficult to deal with in order to gain more benefits.
Things that can be solved with money are never a problem. She immediately took out her checkbook and pen, her eyes sharp as she
looked at him: "Name your price. As long as it's not excessive, I'll give you whatever you want."
Ding Ning felt there was nothing more to say to her, and said impatiently, "I won't take your money, and I don't need the work you
arranged ..."
"Then tell me, what do you want?" Before he could finish, Ye Shulan interrupted him rudely.
Ding Ning rolled his eyes helplessly: "This...Ms. Ye, please listen carefully, I
don't want anything. I need to rest now, please leave."
Ye Shulan was immediately flustered, not expecting this young man to be so difficult to deal with, so impervious to reason.
"You said yourself you're a doctor, a healer should have a compassionate heart, how can you just stand by and watch someone die? As long as you can cure my
daughter, I'll give you whatever you want. You can't possibly lack the ability
, can you?" Ye Shulan thought that by using her business negotiation skills, this greenhorn would be a piece of cake, easily dealt with. She hadn't expected him to be
so persistent. She immediately changed tactics, trying to use the moral high ground to provoke him. In her eyes, no matter how cunning this kid
was, he was still just an inexperienced young man. Young people are most impulsive and hot-blooded; provocation would surely work. Unfortunately, she miscalculated
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Ding Ning, his patience worn thin, coldly replied, "I'm sorry, I don't have money, but I
won't sell my dignity."
"I didn't ask you to sell your dignity! I just want you to become my daughter's doctor and find a way to cure her. She's
only twenty-two, the same age as you, in the prime of her youth. Can you really bear to watch her
be taken away by illness at any moment?"
Seeing that Ding Ning still wouldn't follow her lead, Ye Shulan panicked. Thinking of her daughter's condition, grief welled up inside her, and
her eyes began to redden slightly.
At this moment, her genuine emotion touched the softest part of Ding Ning's heart. Is this maternal love? How
enviable!

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