"What happened? How is Xia--Qingqiu-shidi—"
"At ease, Zhangmen-shixiong. This one has already stabilized Shen-shixiong's condition."
"But what happened?"
"Shen-shixiong's old ailment relapsed."
"What old ailment? Xi--Shen-shidi was al... since..."
"...m sure, Sh... Qingqiu will rea... apprecia.... both of y.... outsi...."
".....-e found Shen-shixiong......blood..."
"....-ou Binghe....demon...."
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When Shen Qingqiu opened his eyes, he begrudgingly welcomed the nostalgic sensation of waking up exhausted even after having had enough sleep to function for the day. But this time, instead of getting up and slapping himself with the confidence he needed to face the bunk and gunk of the System PIDW world, he remained motionless, his eyes locked on the shadows and on the familiar blurry canopy overhead as his foggy mind filled him with the last recollections he had before passing out.
It was strange.
He remembers that he had lost consciousness after the most appalling surgery he had ever experienced in his life (all thanks to Airplane's bullshit knowledge and lack of research in Xianxia genre!), yet he could clearly recall some of their conversation regarding everything that had happened. He wasn't sure how to feel about that, but as they say in his first life, 'ignorance is bliss' .
He shrugged it off, setting aside that mere fact at the back of his mind to revisit later if he remembered...
Because, first and foremost,
What the fuck!
Why the fucking fuck does he have to undergo acupuncture surgery?! (And without anesthesia at that!) Just what kind of dumb plot device was that, ah?!
Very unscientific!!!
Airplane. Shooting. Towards. The Sky!!! There's a thing called a surgical incision! Not something you could use needles for, and, !bam! , get healed like some kind of voodoo!!!
Though he loathes to admit it, he prefers this unscientific method over their modern world's traditional practice—because who wouldn't? He'd rather not be cut into like a cake in the ancient time setting where surgery has a 50-50 success rate because their surgical instruments are not yet that advanced! Even with the wonders of healing qi and spiritual mojo that whatever that hack author invented in his own made-up definition of Xianxia, and again, the lack of research in that said genre, Shen Yuan is inclined to trust whatever surgical procedure he has to undergo in this stupid stallion novel!
He is reluctant to entrust his life to someone else, even if his doctor is Mu Qingfang!
It is because of Airplane's trashy bullshit-ness that Shen Yuan has trust issues with almost everything in his life in PIDW ! Because, why not? Almost every other plant out there was deceptively designed as a MacGuffin papapa device! And don't get him started with the monsters, especially the adorable and weirder ones! Those have the most fuck-or-die plot mines! And add the System too! (which was strangely quiet, and that was, certainly, supposed to barrage him with another bout of suspicious points)...
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Oh, and did he ever mention Mu Qingfang?
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The Master of His Fate
FanfictionWhat if... The System's machinations backfired. OR Shen Yuan gets scammed again, manages to find some leeway from the System's machinations, chooses his own ending, oversees plot arcs, tries to avoid landmines, and faces the truth and facts he modes...
