Chapter 2

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Zhao Xinxiang took the fifty thousand yuan, didn't even look at Zhao Xinyu, and left happily. This made not only Pang Mingyuan but also the manager responsible for the compensation feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Xinyu, what kind of brother is this? He's nothing but a scumbag. Why did you give him fifty thousand yuan?"

"Mingyuan, take the remaining six thousand yuan, pay off the money I owe the school. We'll talk about the rest when I get better."

Pang Mingyuan wanted to say more, but at that moment, a nurse came in to check on the patient, and they had to leave the ward.

As night fell, after the last nurse had finished her rounds, Zhao Xinyu lay in the dimly lit room, staring motionlessly at the ceiling.

After a long while, Zhao Xinyu took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and struggled to sit up. By the time he managed to sit up, he was drenched in sweat, his face, covered in scars, was also soaked.

Looking at the empty room, Zhao Xinyu sighed deeply, and with determination, he began to remove the bandages from his body. When he had taken off all the bandages, he was once again a bloody mess.

"Grandpa, I have been disobedient. Now I am neither human nor ghost, and my leg is crippled. I don't want to be a burden to you. I will repay you in my next life by working as a horse or a cow."

Just as Zhao Xinyu was struggling to get out of bed, he suddenly felt a warmth in his chest. He instinctively looked at the source of the heat and was stunned.

Growing up under his grandfather's guidance, he had no bad habits. Apart from drinking a little wine, he never went out to socialize with friends, and he didn't even smoke. The wine he drank was always the medicinal wine his grandfather brewed, and he never socialized with his classmates.

Now, a blue mark appeared on his chest, resembling a broken jade pendant. Part of the mark was a cloud of mist, and within the mist, a blue star was faintly visible.

With a hint of confusion, Zhao Xinyu touched the mark with his trembling hand, wondering when it had appeared and why he hadn't noticed it. Looking at the mist and the faint star, Zhao Xinyu sighed, thinking how nice it would be if he could hide inside it.

The next moment, his head spun, and when he came to, he found himself in a gray, misty space, about three to four hundred square meters in size.

Although the space was not large, the air was very fresh. Just one breath made him feel incredibly comfortable, and the pain in his body seemed to lessen.

Looking up, Zhao Xinyu was slightly stunned. He saw floating mist above, very similar to the mist on his chest, and within the mist, a blue star was faintly visible.

Staring at the floating mist, Zhao Xinyu was a bit dazed. This was such a cliché plot, something that only happened in movies, and now it was happening to him. How did he end up inside the mark on his chest?

Struggling to stand up, Zhao Xinyu felt a slippery sensation in his hand and a damp feeling in his legs. He looked down and saw that he was lying in blue soil. He reached out and grabbed a handful, which was slippery like oil and slipped through his fingers easily.

Growing up in the countryside, he had helped his grandfather plant vegetables and crops since he was young. Although he was not old, he knew what such soil meant to farmers. This was the most fertile soil in their eyes.

Feeling the moist soil, Zhao Xinyu looked around, but from his position on the ground, he could only see the misty surroundings. He couldn't see what else was in this space.

Shaking his head, Zhao Xinyu raised his hand to wipe off the soil. When he lifted his hand, he was stunned again. The hand that had been covered in blue soil now had only a light blue mark, and his hands, which had been painful, felt much better, and he could bend and stretch them more easily.

Feeling the benefits of the blue soil, Zhao Xinyu looked at his scarred body, and the despair in his heart slowly faded.

The reason he chose to study traditional Chinese medicine was not because it was cheaper, but because he had learned it from his grandfather since he was young. His grandfather's ambition was to restore the glory of traditional Chinese medicine, which had fallen into decline.

Although he was now almost a cripple, feeling the effects of the blue soil, he suddenly felt a glimmer of hope.

But the next moment, he thought about how he had ended up inside the mark on his chest and how he could get out.

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, his head spun again, and when he came to, he was back on the hospital bed. If it weren't for the blue soil marks on his body, he would have thought it was all a dream.

Looking at the blue marks on his body, Zhao Xinyu suddenly burst into tears. When the tears stopped, the despair in his eyes was gone.

Spending a few minutes rewrapping the bandages, he lay back on the bed and soon fell asleep.

From that day on, every night, Zhao Xinyu would enter that space and use the blue soil to treat his wounds.

In less than a month, Zhao Xinyu, who had been diagnosed by experts as needing at least six months to recover, was discharged from the hospital.

However, compared to before, his once handsome face was now covered in black scars, and the left side of his face, where sand had embedded, was completely black.

Limping, Zhao Xinyu followed Pang Mingyuan, who had come to pick him up. When they left the hospital, Zhao Xinyu suddenly stopped.

"Mingyuan, we've graduated now. With my appearance, how can I go back to school? Help me get my things out."

Pang Mingyuan was slightly stunned. "Xinyu, what do you plan to do? Before the accident, several hospitals were interested in you. You...?"

Zhao Xinyu sighed deeply. "With my appearance, I can only scare people. Who would let me diagnose them?"

"Are you planning to go back to your hometown to be with your grandfather?"

Zhao Xinyu shook his head. "My grandfather is old and sick. If I go back like this, how could he bear it?"

"What do you plan to do?"

"Deliver food..."

From that day on, many people in Pengcheng often saw a limping figure, rain or shine, delivering food. Even when he wasn't wearing his delivery uniform, he would still limp through the streets and alleys, collecting scrap.

Pengcheng's economy was rapidly developing, and high-rise buildings were sprouting up in the suburbs. However, in the northern suburbs of Pengcheng, there was a village called Xihanling.

Although Xihanling was close to the bustling Pengcheng, it was different from other villages around Pengcheng. Xihanling had a small population but covered at least 30,000 acres.

The reason Xihanling had not been developed was mainly due to its rugged terrain and the presence of the Cailiang Mountains to the north. Most importantly, Xihanling lacked water resources.

Because of its rugged terrain and lack of water, many developers had given up, and while other areas were being developed, Xihanling remained backward.

At the border between Xihanling and Pengcheng, there was a scrap collection station on a relatively flat area of about ten acres. Every afternoon, a man with a limp would bring a few bags of scrap to this station.

"Grandpa Xu, I'm back." One afternoon, a man wearing a mask and a hat, limping, carried two large bags of scrap into the station.

He threw the bags onto an empty space and limped toward a row of dilapidated houses in the north of the station.

As he approached a room, a weak coughing sound came from inside. The man's eyes narrowed, and he pushed the door open without saying a word.

The room was messy, with empty bottles scattered on the floor, and the air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol. An old man with gray hair lay on the bed, and there were some vomit stains on the floor.

"Grandpa Han, did you drink too much again?" The man removed his mask and hat, revealing a face covered in scars, with half of it blackened.

Sitting at the head of the bed, Zhao Xinyu placed his hand on the old man's wrist. The next moment, his face changed. He could feel that the old man's pulse was chaotic, and his life was in critical condition.

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