Wait, How Did My Virtual Girlfriend Cultivate into a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 17 - : Is Chen Huaian a Genius?!

That's right, this intense feeling wasn't an illusion.

It was so overwhelming that Chen Huaian couldn't control his sinful hand.

He grabbed the set of silver needles.

Glancing at the old man next to him, a sinister smile curled on his lips—a mix of three parts recklessness, three parts creepiness, three parts arrogance, three parts nonchalance, and a whopping 88 parts eagerness.

Then, he opened the needle case.

Inside lay 36 silver needles. As his fingers brushed over the tips, a familiar sensation surged through him, as if he were caressing his girlfriend's fingers.

"Sorry about this!"

Chen Huaian silently clasped his hands in apology to the old man beside him.

Then, he picked up a needle.

And without hesitation, he stabbed it into his own leg.

Using someone else's needle to poke himself—wasn't this, in a way, a form of NTR for the needle?

This was his profound apology to both the old man and the needle!

As for why he didn't stab the old man?

Are you crazy? He was just acting on a whim and a bit of curiosity. He wouldn't do something as irresponsible as randomly poking someone else. But poking himself? No problem. After all, he was dying anyway, so he was willing to try anything on himself.

His gaze fell on his leg, and before his eyes, the acupoints and meridians seemed to materialize, faintly overlapping with the acupoint chart from the game. His fingers moved like lightning, the needles flowing like clouds over water. In the blink of an eye, all 36 needles were embedded in his right leg.

Chen Huaian took a deep breath and held it.

Next, he adjusted the depth of each needle one by one, twisting the tails to stimulate the acupoints on his leg. His hands, which usually trembled even when holding a water bottle, were now eerily steady.

After a while, the acupuncture session was complete.

Chen Huaian carefully removed the needles, placed them back in the case, and returned it to its original spot.

That restless, itchy feeling was finally gone.

"Ah, that's better." He rubbed his hands together, satisfied, and prepared to leave.

His right leg was the one that was fractured, and that was the leg he had just worked on.

Now, the bruising on his leg had noticeably subsided, though the bone was still twisted. But a fracture itself wasn't the most serious issue—it was the tissue damage that followed.

Reducing the bruising was crucial.

In less than ten minutes of acupuncture, there was a visible reduction in swelling and bruising.

Even Chen Huaian found it hard to believe.

Wait, this game is seriously hardcore!

You can actually learn real skills from it?

But of course, not everyone could grasp it like he did. Who else could memorize the acupuncture techniques and acupoint charts after just one try?

Though, his memory hadn't been this good before.

This was a bit... strange.

Chen Huaian pondered for a moment, then suddenly his eyes lit up. He smacked his fist into his palm: "I get it now, hahahaha!"

Outside the ward, Dr. Wu and Dr. Zhang were walking together, discussing Chen Huaian's case.

"This young man is a college student with no history of mental illness. Are you sure there's something wrong with his mind?" Dr. Wu had reviewed Chen Huaian's records and was skeptical of Dr. Zhang's assessment.

"Mwahahahahaha! It's cancer! The mysterious cancer cells have unlocked my genetic potential! I'm a genius!"

From inside the ward came Chen Huaian's muffled, maniacal laughter.

"See?" Dr. Zhang gestured toward the ward with a shrug.

Dr. Wu: "..."

It seemed the young man might have been a bit... affected after seeing a mirage while climbing Mount Tai. Medical intervention was indeed necessary.

"Young man..." Dr. Wu entered the ward.

"Doctor, I'm not sick. I want to be discharged. Or do you have a power bank here? If you do,

I'll stay a bit longer."

"..." Dr. Wu stared at the young man on the bed, who looked completely serious, and wondered if they needed to increase the dosage.

Meanwhile, Dr. Zhang noticed Chen Huaian's leg and froze. "Huh? Your leg... it's better?"

He remembered clearly that when he went to fetch Dr. Wu earlier, Chen Huaian's fractured calf was severely swollen, with the worst parts turning black—almost to the point of necrosis.

But now, the swelling had significantly reduced, and the bruising was much less severe.

Chen Huaian noticed the doctor's gaze and awkwardly tucked his leg away, forcing a smile.

"I've always been tough. I have a bit of a natural talent for self-healing."

There was no way he could say the bruising was fixed by some secret acupuncture technique. They wouldn't believe him, and it would just cause trouble.

As for demonstrating his skills to the doctors right then and there—that was out of the question.

The old man next to him would've made a great test subject, but before he could even try, he'd probably be dragged off to the psychiatric ward. Besides, he wasn't confident.

Just because it worked on himself didn't mean it would work on someone else.

In today's society, even helping an old lady cross the street required careful consideration of whether you could afford the potential fallout, let alone poking someone with a set of needles.

Dr. Zhang pondered for a long time but couldn't come up with an explanation.

All he could say was that the bone tumor on Chen Huaian's leg was still there. If that had disappeared too, he would've had no choice but to keep Chen Huaian in the hospital and report this to his superiors.

"Young man, you really need to treat this cancer. If you leave it unchecked, it won't end

well..."

"I understand, but I don't have the money," Chen Huaian replied with a smile.

"No insurance?"

"Nope."

"What about your parents?"

"Gone."

"...Ah." Dr. Zhang fell silent. A few questions in, and he'd managed to depress himself.

In his decades as a physician, he'd seen many cases like Chen Huaian's—people with nothing, just waiting to die.

But few were as genuinely indifferent as Chen Huaian.

"Doctor, I know my situation. I don't have extra money, so just treat the fracture as normal."

Dr. Zhang nodded but added, "If you need help with fundraising, let me know. I might be able to assist."

"Thank you. If I can earn some money, I'll definitely get proper treatment."

While Chen Huaian and Dr. Zhang were talking, Dr. Wu had been observing.

He noticed that the young man was articulate, his eyes clear—there was no sign of mental illness. At most, he was a bit... eccentric.

...They'd almost brought out the tranquilizer gun.

False alarm.

Chen Huaian stayed in the hospital until the afternoon.

His fractured right leg was treated with surgery, and a cast was applied.

The doctors recommended he stay for observation, but he declined, citing his lack of funds.

Before leaving, he even bought a set of silver needles from the pharmacy next to the hospital.

"Power bank! Power bank!!!"

Once out of the hospital, Chen Huaian was like a starving wolf, his eyes scanning the surrounding stores with a greenish glow.

He needed a power bank!

He hadn't logged into the game all afternoon. What if Li Qingran got attacked by a monster again? He'd be devastated.

Besides, he'd already spent nearly 60,000 yuan on the game. If his character died, he'd be so angry he might jump out of the hospital's second-floor window.

"Hands off that power bank!!!"

Under the terrified gaze of a female student,

Chen Huaian, leaning on his crutch, sprinted like a madman to snatch the last power bank from the charging station in a restaurant.

He turned it on, logged into the game,

and let out a sigh of relief.

Li Qingran was still safely unconscious inside the Xuanjia Formation.

With the power bank in his mouth, one hand on his crutch, and the other holding his phone,

Chen Huaian, under the bewildered stare of the female student, made his way to a table in the restaurant and sat down. "Boss, three taels of dry noodles."

"Got it! Want a fried egg with that?"

"No, but I'll take some noodle soup!"

The boss: "Coming right up!"

A fried egg cost three yuan! No way!

But the noodle soup was free—definitely getting that!

Since Li Qingran was still unconscious,

he opened the Fortune Koi gacha pool.

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He was 500 pulls away from the pity system.

"Tch, I guess I'm just not lucky."

Chen Huaian snorted. As the payment notification popped up,

his finger tapped on the gacha button.

He went all in!