"Where's your daughter? Bring her here," Jiang Chen said confidently.
"Alright, I'll go get her."
The woman turned and slipped through the crowd.
Moments later, she returned—pushing a stroller.
Jiang Chen saw a little girl inside, about five or six years old. Her features were delicate, almost doll-like, but her complexion was pale, her limbs thin and fragile, and her breathing was visibly labored.
It was clear: this was a serious case.
The woman's face was full of desperation and fatigue. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, her voice trembling between hope and fear:
"Doctor Jiang… please save my daughter. She's having more than ten seizures a day. The doctors said it's untreatable..."
Jiang Chen frowned.
This was a difficult condition.
Even in modern medicine, was there truly a cure for epilepsy?
And this child's case looked severe. He'd never treated anything like it.
Where should he even begin?
Just then, a familiar golden screen lit up in his mind:
[Special Mission: Treat Congenital Epilepsy]
[Difficulty: Medium]
[Time Limit: 30 Minutes]
[Reward: +10 Virtue, +50 EXP, Unlock: "Ling Shen Needle - Level 1"]
[Failure Penalty: -20 System Trust]
A treatment plan—delivered.
Jiang Chen stepped closer, kneeling beside the girl.
The woman bent down with him and whispered,
"Lili, sweetie, say hi to the doctor…"
The girl's voice was soft and sweet, yet laced with exhaustion:
"Uncle…"
Jiang Chen gently patted her soft hair.
"Lili, I believe you'll get better."
"Uncle… the doctor said I won't…" she replied quietly.
Rage stirred in Jiang Chen's heart.
What kind of doctor says that to a child?
Instead of giving her hope, they crushed her?
"That doctor deserves to lose his license," Jiang Chen muttered.
The woman nodded. "He was the attending, too. Utter nonsense."
Jiang Chen wanted to ask his name, but stopped—
Because just then, her body gently leaned against his.
Even through her clothes, he could feel the softness of her curves, the warmth of her skin.
His waist, where she brushed him, began to heat up.
He'd never been this close to a woman before.
The scent of her perfume, the warmth of her body—
For a moment, Jiang Chen's mind wandered:
If there were no clothes between us… this would be heaven.
He had met beautiful girls in college, but the allure of this mature woman was something entirely different. She was full-bodied, radiant—irresistible.
Without thinking, he shifted slightly toward her.
It seemed accidental—but their bodies touched, lightly.
She didn't move away.
She let him stay close, as if sharing in this quiet, mutual moment of comfort and possibility.
But just as Jiang Chen began to savor the closeness—
Lili's eyes turned hazy, her mouth twitching.
Her delicate brows furrowed.
Not good. Another seizure.
"Please—save her!" the woman cried, nearly in tears.
Jiang Chen didn't speak.
He knelt beside Lili, checking her pulse.
Then came the system's voice—resonant like an ancient bell:
"Immediate use of Ling Needle to stabilize the nervous system. Requires: Wake-Heart Herbal Powder."
But I don't have any herbs! Jiang Chen replied in his heart.
The system paused—then blinked:
Use 50 points to exchange for Emergency Medical Kit?
"Yes!" Jiang Chen answered without hesitation.
Points or not—saving a life was worth it.
In the blink of an eye, a small paper pouch appeared in his hand.
Inside: finely ground yellow medicinal powder.
He didn't waste a moment.
He pinched the powder finer, tapped some onto his fingertips, then flicked it gently into Lili's Renzhong and Baihui pressure points.
Then, he took out his silver needles.
Drawing a deep breath, he summoned the divine physician's energy from within.
The needles danced—
One, two, three...
Eight in total.
They pierced Fengfu, Fengchi, Zhengying, Dangyang... eight key meridian points, forming the "Ling Shen Eight-Needle Array."
Jiang Chen didn't speak.
He waited, silently, watching Lili's face closely.
The girl closed her eyes, falling completely still.
Like she was asleep.
Seconds passed.
Then minutes.
Jiang Chen glanced at his watch, counting the seconds.
A man in the crowd laughed, "Did you see how long those needles are? He stabbed them right into her skull!"
Another said, "Well, she stopped twitching. Probably because she's not breathing."
"Call the cops! That guy just killed someone!"
"Beat him!"
The woman looked increasingly anxious.
Her beautiful, watery eyes locked onto Jiang Chen's face. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breath.
Jiang Chen could almost see the curves beneath her blouse rise and fall like twin mountains.
"Sister, don't worry."
Jiang Chen kept calm. He trusted the system.
Five minutes later—
Lili's body trembled softly.
The twitching stopped.
Color slowly returned to her pale cheeks.
"She… she opened her eyes!" the woman gasped.
Tears streamed down her face as she grabbed Jiang Chen's hand, gripping it tightly.
The crowd erupted in cheers.
Jiang Chen finally exhaled, wiping sweat from his brow.
Under his breath, he murmured:
"System… are missions like this going to keep getting harder?"
The system's voice replied coldly:
"This is your path, Divine Doctor.
True healing never comes from comfort."
Even now, the woman still clung to his hands.
She was so close—her full curves nearly brushing his chest.
Jiang Chen felt an invisible pull.
Part of him longed to embrace her, to know what it felt like to hold a mature woman tight.
After all—he'd never even kissed anyone.
"Can I get your number?" she asked softly, reluctantly letting go of his hands.
"Sure. Feel free to call anytime."
He recited his number. She saved it, then pushed the stroller away, taking her daughter home.
Jiang Chen watched her back.
From behind, she was even more alluring—slim waist, curvy hips, the kind of woman men dreamed of.
He stood dazed, imagining his arms wrapped around that waist…
How soft it would feel.
His phone buzzed.
It was a message from her:
"Xiao Jiang, my name is Wen Xian. You can call me Sister Wen."
Jiang Chen smiled.
He replied simply:
"Sister Wen."