"Your mother has a malignant tumor in her stomach. If you don't hand over 100,000 yuan for surgery, she will only have one month left to live."

In the corridor, the doctor's voice was flat, but it pierced Ye Fan's ears like a needle.

Although I had prepared myself mentally, tears still welled up when the moment arrived.

Ye Fan was about to collapse because of the expensive cost, he simply couldn't afford it.

Ye Wujiu, Ye Fan's adoptive father, disappeared at sea a year ago. Ye Fan's adoptive mother, Shen Biqin, fainted and was hospitalized due to a stomach tumor. As a recent graduate, Ye Fan became the pillar of his family.

This year, in order to pay for his stepmother's medical treatment, Ye Fan not only spent all the family savings, took out all the online loans, but also went to the Tang family as a son-in-law to fulfill their obligation of having a "son".

He worked like a cow and a horse at the Tang family, his dignity completely lost, only to get five hundred thousand in return.

But the money was spent quickly at the hospital.

Ye Fan now only had a cell phone and ten yuan left.

"Ten thousand more, ten thousand more..."

When Ye Fan thought of the number the doctor had mentioned, he felt a deep despair. Desperate and with nowhere to turn, where could he possibly come up with 100,000?

Can he possibly just stand by and watch his mother die?

"No, I have to borrow 100,000."

Ye Fan wiped his tears, gritted his teeth and stood up: "I must not let anything happen to my mother."

He decided to swallow his pride and borrow money.

Ye Fan came to the first house and knocked on his uncle's door.

My mother-in-law opened the door with a grim expression.

Ye Fan desperately begged his stepmother, "Auntie, my mother needs money for surgery..."

"Want money again? Want money again? Two hundred yuan wasn't enough for you?"

"Get out, get out, get out! Don't come here. We don't need relatives like you who are only after money…"

While talking, her mother-in-law pushed Ye Fan out and slammed the security door shut.

Hearing these sharp and biting words, Ye Fan was so angry that his whole body trembled. He punched the wall.

He knew that people could be cold, but he didn't expect his uncle who stole their ancestral home from his father to refuse even to contribute one-tenth of the cost.

Ye Fan had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask other relatives for money, but they all turned him down.

They also warned Ye Fan not to harass again, or they would immediately call the police and have him arrested.

Then, the landlord also called, saying that if the rent wasn't paid within a week, he would clear out Shen Biqin's room.

The online loan company even went so far as to make desperate pleas.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth and called Tang Ruoxue, who was on vacation in the Maldives.

Tang Ruoxue heard him open his mouth to ask for money, and she hung up the phone extremely impatiently.

The mountains are at the end of their range, and the water has run out.

After blowing in the cold wind on the street for half a day, Ye Fan wiped away his tears and came to Zero Degree Bar.

This was opened by his ex-girlfriend Yuan Jing, no, it was his former roommate Huang Dongqiang who lent Yuan Jing five million to realize her dreams.

Of course, it was because of this five million yuan that Yuan Jing left Ye Fan and threw herself into Huang Dongqiang's arms.

With the allure of a cool and aloof schoolgirl, this place is incredibly popular, becoming a gathering spot for many rich second-generation individuals in Zhonghai.

Ye Fan thus became a laughingstock.

Although Ye Fan felt humiliated coming here, he had no choice but to walk into Zero Degree Bar thinking of his mother's surgery fees.

He also believed that Yuan Jing would, out of old friendship, lend him this 100,000 yuan.

There was a guitarist playing and singing in the bar, the atmosphere was lively and upscale.

The scent here makes Ye Fan feel inferior.

Ye Fan walked into the hall, and the entire place fell silent.

Several men and women in Hanfu looked over.

Ye Fan also looked at Huang Dongqiang and Yuan Jing.

He saw arrogance and disdain in Huang Dongqiang's eyes, but not a trace of remorse.

Yuan Jing was wearing a low-cut halter top and hot pants. Her fair skin, long legs, and pretty face were very eye-catching.

However, her cold and arrogant expression made many people afraid to look at her.

She looked at Ye Fan without any emotion, that indifference was as if she saw a dog on the street.

Yuan Jing's best friend, Yang Qianqian, jumped down from the bar stool.

"Ye Fan, why are you here?"

disapproving tone.

Ye Fan mustered his courage: "I'm here..."

"We don't need cleaners here."

Yang Qianqian sneered, "Go away."

She looked down upon the impoverished Ye Fan, and it was she who actively tried to match Yuan Jing with Huang Dongqiang.

Ye Fan hurriedly waved his hand to explain: "I'm not here to be a cleaner, I'm here to..."

"Lemon water twenty-eight, cocktails one hundred eight, can you afford it?"

"Yang Qianqian sneered, striking back: "Even if you have some pocket money from the Tang family's handouts, we wouldn't welcome you here anyway."

Huang Dongqiang spat and said, "Damn it, I didn't check the calendar today, and I ran into this useless piece of trash at my doorstep."

Ye Fan's coming to be a son-in-law to marry off the bride for good luck was already known by Huang Dongqiang and the others.

Several men and women laughed when they heard this.

"I—"

Ye Fan gritted his teeth and stepped forward. Just as Yuan Jing was about to speak, another pretty girl shouted:

"Get your filthy hands off my leather sofa."

She also waved her hand in front of her nose, as if Ye Fan had crawled out of a sewer.

Ye Fan retracted his hand like he had been bitten by a snake, his face flushed red.

He knew he would be humiliated, but he didn't expect it to be this heartless.

He gritted his teeth and blurted out, "I'm here to find Yuan Jing."

“Yuanjing, let’s go out and talk…”

Ye Fan hoped to save some face in the end.

Yuan Jing's long legs were propped up, her fair toes twinkling in the light. There was no mockery, no movement, yet that was the greatest disdain.

Huang Dongqiang's lips curled into a playful smirk: "Yuan Jing is my girlfriend now, not someone you can just find."

He also demonstratively rubbed her leg.

Ye Fan's cheeks flushed: "Yuan Jing, I really have something to talk to you about. Let's go out."

Yuan Jing looked at Ye Fan, who did not respond. She only had arrogance and indifference in her eyes, just like looking at a negligible ant.

"Get lost, I feel sick seeing you."

Yang Qianqian impatiently shouted, "Don't ruin our mood."

Seeing Yuan Jing, who didn't even leave herself a shred of modesty, Ye Fan felt deeply disappointed and saddened. But he still managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Yuan Jing, I want to borrow one hundred thousand yuan from you."

Ye Fan made a guarantee: "Don't worry, I will definitely return it to you. I can give you my ID card, diploma and other things as collateral..."

"Ten thousand?"

Yang Qianqian shouted exaggeratedly: "Ye Fan, you want to borrow ten thousand? You don't even have a hundred yuan on your whole body, and you dare to borrow ten thousand?"

Ye Fan looked at Yuan Jing and explained, "My mother needs money for surgery..."

"I know this is sudden, but I'm really waiting for help, please."

He also took out his mother's medical records hoping to move Yuan Jing.

Wong Dongqiang looked at him like he was an idiot: "Your father has disappeared, your ancestral home was taken by your uncle, now you're renting a place, you're a son-in-law with no job, what do you have to borrow 100,000 from?"

For the year since graduation, Ye Fan wasn't busy being a mother to her sick child or serving the Tang family with their food and daily needs; she never looked for a job at any company.

So I'm still unemployed.

"Once my mother's surgery is finished, I will find a job right away. I will definitely be able to pay you back."

Ye Fan was ashamed and embarrassed. He wished he could turn around and run away, but at this point, he had to persevere.

"Yuan Jing, I beg you, my mother needs to have surgery, we really need this money..."

At this moment, Ye Fan felt himself as lowly as a dog.

"Yang Qianqian scoffed, "We're not your parents. Why are we responsible for your mother's surgery?"

"Yuanjing, please help me."

Everyone was looking at Yuan Jing.

Yuan Jing looked at Ye Fan with a cold expression, her tone even colder than her expression. She said words that chilled Ye Fan to the bone: "Borrow money from me? Don't you find it ridiculous? What does your mother's death have to do with me?"

She let out a cold laugh: "Do you think there's still any old feelings between us?"

Don't get ahead of yourself.

"No swan cares about a toad during the day."

Ye Fan looked at Yuan Jing in stunned disbelief, unable to believe that she had said such a thing.

"Our circle is not one that you can enter."

"My money, Yuan Jing's, is not yours to borrow."

"I have no feelings for you whatsoever."

"By the way, when we were dating before, I got sick and you gave me a Tai Chi jade pendant, saying it would protect me from harm."

"Now, I'm returning this Tai Chi jade to you. Take it and keep your mother safe and sound."

Yuan Jing reached under the table and pulled out a Tai Chi jade pendant. She tossed it into Ye Fan's hand expressionlessly:

"Let's go, don't come back here."

It's not appropriate for you to be at Zero Degree Bar, it's causing trouble for me and Dongqiang and the others.

Her voice was calm, with not a hint of arrogance, yet it pressed down on people like an invisible force, making them feel small and insignificant, as if she were looking down at them from the sky like ants.

"Be self-aware as a human being."

Yang Qianqian shoved Ye Fan away. “Get lost, toad.”

Ye Fan's face was full of despair.

Huang Dongqiang suddenly spoke: "I can lend you one hundred thousand."

Ye Fan's eyes lit up, his whole body trembling with excitement: "Really?"

Huang Dongqiang smiled playfully: "Kneel down."

Ye Fan's blood boiled, his eyes filled with rage, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Thump—"

Ye Fan knelt straight.

Knee pain, heart even more painful.

But for his mother, Ye Fan would have no hesitation.

"Haha!"

Yang Qianqian and the others giggled, they didn't expect Ye Fan, who claimed to have the hardest bones, to kneel before them like this.

Someone took out their phone to film this scene.

Yuan Jingyang's chin was as white as snow, with a princess-like pride and disdain that intensified: a man with no backbone.

Huang Dongqiang went to the restroom and came back with a cup filled with yellow liquid, which he placed in front of Ye Fan with a loud "plop".

He drank it kneeling.

Wong Tung-kwong threw out a bank card: "I'll lend you 100,000."

Looking at the liquid in the cup, Ye Fan was stunned for a moment before becoming furious:

This is urine!

You bastards!

Ye Fan threw the cup: "This is too much!"

Yuan Jing and they screamed, completely disheveled.

Huang Dongqiang flew into a rage and roared, "Beat him up!"

Ye Fan turned and ran.

Eight or nine young wastrels surged forward.

Two fists are no match for four hands, Ye Fan was quickly knocked down.

He leaned against the wall, his hands tightly guarding his head.

He had no feeling in his hands anymore, only instinct made him hug his head.

His head was protected, but the rest of him couldn't withstand the blows. After taking several heavy punches, Ye Fan started bleeding.

Yuan Jing and Yang Qianqian and the others exclaimed with delight.

Ye Fan's counterattack was seen as outrageous by them, so his current situation is entirely self-inflicted.

"Trash!"

Huang Dongqiang stomped on Ye Fan's head.

"Bang!"

Ye Fan finally released his hands that were clutching his head, and the entire person helplessly slid down the wall.

He was unconscious for a while.

A gush of fresh blood flowed from his palm, seeping into the ancient Taiji jade...

"Whoosh!"

A flash of light.

"I am the Taiji Immortal Doctor. From today onwards, you shall be my disciple. You will inherit my Taiji Scripture and the Jade of Life and Death. Go forth and heal the world, saving others and yourself..."

Ye Fan felt himself in a vast, ethereal void. Accompanied by the sound of transmission, a massive amount of information flooded his mind.

Martial arts skills, mysterious acupuncture techniques, cultivation methods, continuously impacting...

When a piece of life-death jade entered his palm, Ye Fan couldn't hold back a scream:

"Ah—"

This novel is published first on the Traditional Chinese Novel Website.