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Chapter 1-5

Chapter 1: Discharged

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

First Public Hospital, Westridge District.

A boy stepped out of the hospital's front entrance.

The boy was about seventeen years old and was going to turn eighteen soon. He was tall and lanky, and he had a delicate face. However, his tousled hair, wrinkled white button-down shirt, and faded jeans made him look old-fashioned and even poor.

2His shoes were worn out badly. One of them had a split heel.

Standing at the front entrance, he inhaled deeply, feeling a little giddy. He lifted his head and squinted at the bright sunlight.

It had been half a month since he first entered the hospital.

That half a month felt like an entire lifetime.

His name was Tang Hao, a resident of Tang Village in the Westridge District. Half a month ago, he had stood up for a random stranger on the streets. Unfortunately, he had been beaten to a pulp and even stabbed by the bad guys. He was sent to the hospital afterward.

The most frustrating part was that the random stranger he had saved disappeared without a trace. The perpetrators were not caught either, so no one could testify that he had been a good Samaritan.

The case was left cold, and he had to shoulder the expensive treatment fees.

Tang Hao was not a rich person. He had lost his mother since he was small. His father had succumbed to a disease seven years ago and did not leave him with an inheritance. After he dropped out of school in the past year, he had been performing odd jobs around the village. His savings of about ten thousand yuan were all spent on his treatment.

This was very disheartening for Tang Hao.

There was a silver lining to this unfortunate incident though. While he lay unconscious in hospital bed because of his serious injuries, He felt warmth from the jade pendant he had been wearing, and a wealth of information flooding into his brain.

He had picked up this jade pendant from the ground on a lucky day, and he had been wearing it around his neck since.

He digested the information after he woke up and realized that the knowledge he had gained was an ancient method of cultivation, among other long-lost domains of knowledge.

Much like many people in this world, he was a firm believer in materialism. He did not believe in anything supernatural like ghosts or deities until this change happened to him.

The newfound knowledge had opened a door to another realm for him and changed the way he looked at the world.

He firmly believed that with this newfound method of cultivation and this knowledge can improve his life.

Facing the bright sunlight, he was filled with determination, faith, and hope.

However, he was brought back to reality in the next moment when his stomach rumbled loudly.

He rubbed on his deflated stomach. "I'm starving, let's get some food," he grumbled.

He searched his pockets and could only find a ten-yuan note and three one-yuan coins. 'Is that all I have?' His eyebrows were tightly locked together.

"Maybe I can skip a meal..." he mumbled.

He only had a few hundred yuan left in his debit card, and that would not last him very long. If his situation did not improve, he might starve to death.