Chapter 1

The most frustrating thing in the world is probably when you were still fantasizing about heaven a moment ago, and the next moment you find yourself in hell.

Mo Wen was just such a person. Two months ago, he was still sitting in the classroom, dreaming of getting into his ideal key university. Now, he was working as a laborer on a construction site under the scorching sun.

Thinking of his miserable situation, Mo Wen spat on the ground and wiped the sweat streaming down his face with his hand. He had just finished moving a cart of bricks and was now drenched in sweat.

Mo Wen, a teenager around seventeen or eighteen, had an ordinary face, dark skin, a lean build, and a pair of somewhat steady eyes. Perhaps children from poor families grow up faster; despite his young age, he looked somewhat mature.

He put the cement cart he was using to transport bricks by the roadside and found a shady spot to sit down. The foreman was not around, so it was a good time to take a break. On the monotonous and busy construction site, being able to take a break was a blessing.

He sat on a piece of cement board, his eyes constantly scanning the road. Soon, his eyes lit up; a graceful figure appeared on the opposite side of the road, immediately catching his attention.

Although the distance was far and he couldn't see her face, her figure was undoubtedly attractive, especially her elegant walking posture, which resembled that of a professionally trained model.

Don't underestimate the art of a woman's walk. Mo Wen spent his days on the construction site, with the road and sidewalk right across from him. In his free time, he naturally enjoyed偷看 (sneaking peeks) at the beautiful women passing by on the street. Even though he couldn't see their faces from a distance, the various body types still provided a feast for his eyes.

Especially in the hot summer, with short skirts, lace, stockings, and high heels... it was enough to dazzle the eyes of any lecher.

From this, Mo Wen concluded one thing: "Just look at the figure, never at the face!"

If only he had money. With money, one could do all sorts of things, even keep multiple mistresses. Mo Wen thought to himself with endless sighs.

He seemed to remember something and pulled out a green metal disk from inside his shirt. It was about the size of a coin, attached to a thin green chain, resembling a strange necklace.

This item was something Mo Wen had discovered a few days ago while demolishing an old house. He found an ancient green brick in a wall, which was pitted and broken, probably over a hundred years old.

If it were any other antique from a hundred years ago, it might be worth something, but a green brick, even if it were an antique, would probably be worthless.

Mo Wen casually threw the green brick on the ground, but it unexpectedly broke in half, and a metal ornament fell out, which was the strange necklace in his hand.

The green metal disk was peculiar, divided into eight sections, each engraved with various strange runes.

Mo Wen was not familiar with antiques, but he could tell that the item in his hand was a miniature version of a Bagua disk. Ordinary people would hang a Bagua disk at home to ward off evil and bring good luck, treating it as a talisman.

Although he was not superstitious and did not believe that a Bagua disk could have any real effect, he knew that such an ancient Bagua disk could be quite valuable, possibly even an antique. If he sold it to an antique dealer, he might become rich overnight.

Mo Wen's eyes were full of longing as he caressed the Bagua necklace as if it were his lover. Once he became rich, those beautiful women he could only secretly admire and drool over would be his for the taking.

"Something's wrong! Something's wrong!"

"Something's wrong! Something's wrong! Call an ambulance quickly!"

...

A cacophony of shouts erupted nearby, and many people rushed to the scene, interrupting Mo Wen's daydream.

"What happened?"

He looked over in confusion, hesitated for a moment, and then stood up, running toward the crowd.

The incident was not far from Mo Wen, and he quickly reached the scene. Many of his coworkers had gathered there. A quick glance made him jump. A middle-aged man, around fifty, dressed in tattered clothes, was lying on the ground, convulsing, pale-faced, breathing heavily, and clutching his chest tightly, clearly in great pain.

His eyes were filled with deep fear, as if he sensed death.

Many of his coworkers had rushed over, but no one dared to approach. The uneducated workers clearly did not know what was happening and were hesitant to take any action.

"Acute myocardial infarction!"

Mo Wen's face changed, and he looked at the convulsing Old Zhang with a grim expression. He immediately recognized the symptoms, as someone in his village had once suffered from acute myocardial infarction and died within a few minutes. He had witnessed the entire process.

His village was very remote, with no professional doctors. When someone fell ill, they would use traditional remedies passed down from their ancestors, which were not very effective.

His mother was often ill and had become sick from overwork. With no doctors in the village, his greatest dream was to study at the most prestigious medical university in the country and become a doctor to treat his mother and the villagers.

Unfortunately, he failed the college entrance exam. With his score, he could have been admitted to the medical department of Huaxia University and received a free education, but he was replaced by a well-connected young man with lower scores.

Although he could have been admitted to other good schools, the high tuition fees were something he could not afford. To avoid burdening his mother, he had to give up his studies and start working to earn money.

The construction site was on the outskirts of the city, far from the urban area. The nearest hospital's ambulance would take 25 minutes to arrive. However, given the patient's condition, it was uncertain whether he could last 25 minutes. Acute myocardial infarction could be fatal in just a few minutes.

Surviving for 25 minutes? That would be a miracle!

He recognized the man; he shared a dorm with him, and his name was Zhang Lao Shi, commonly known as Old Zhang. He was a simple and honest person, just like Mo Wen, working as a laborer on the construction site due to a lack of skills.

It was said that he had a son in college, and he worked hard to support his son's education.

Mo Wen hesitated as he looked at his coworker Old Zhang. His dream was to become a doctor, and he had some knowledge of common medical conditions. He knew a few emergency measures that could help with acute myocardial infarction.

However, in this day and age, who would dare to save someone? If they succeeded, it would be a good thing, but if they failed, the responsibility might fall on them.

Unfortunately, society was so pragmatic. Taking some simple emergency measures to alleviate the condition and extend the patient's life could save a life, but Mo Wen, like the others around him, was hesitant to help.

He took a deep breath, paused for a moment, and then sighed, stepping toward the convulsing Old Zhang. He was not a do-gooder, but Old Zhang was a good friend, and they were both poor rural workers who understood each other's struggles. Old Zhang was the pillar of his family, and Mo Wen could not bear to watch him die.

"Don't touch him, I'm a doctor."

A graceful figure ran from a distance, weaving through the chaotic construction site, and sprinted to the scene.

Mo Wen was slightly stunned and instinctively stopped. A fragrant breeze blew past, and a graceful figure appeared before him.

It was a girl, with a stunningly beautiful face and a tall, slender figure, only half a head shorter than Mo Wen. She wore a light beige floral dress that fell to her knees, revealing a pair of slender, fair legs. Running over, her dress fluttered, making her look charming.

Mo Wen's eyes involuntarily widened. He spent his days on the construction site, secretly admiring the young girls passing by, but this was the first time he had seen such a beautiful girl! Her natural beauty, unadorned by makeup, left a lasting impression on him. She was stunning without any cosmetics.

He realized that the girl in the white dress was the same one he had secretly admired from across the road earlier. Now he knew that she not only had a great figure but also an exceptionally beautiful face.

The girl ignored Mo Wen and immediately knelt down to examine Old Zhang's condition. Her beautiful face soon changed, indicating that the situation was serious.

Mo Wen also knew that the patient was in shock, and the situation was not optimistic.

"Can you help me?"

The girl looked up at Mo Wen with urgency. Since he was the closest to the patient, she naturally turned to him for help.

"Sure!"

Mo Wen was slightly surprised that the girl would ask for his help, but he quickly reacted and hurried to her side.

"Can you help me lay him flat and slightly raise his legs?" The girl asked while carefully performing external chest compressions on Old Zhang.

Mo Wen already knew some methods to alleviate myocardial infarction and quickly followed the girl's instructions. He knew that raising the patient's legs would prevent brain hypoxia in a patient in shock, and in the absence of oxygen tanks or other equipment, this was the best solution.

Mo Wen偷眼 (sneakily) observed the girl who was focused on treating the patient. A faint, pleasant fragrance emanated from her, which was definitely not from any perfume. He was certain of it. The scent had a soothing effect, and Mo Wen found himself gradually becoming captivated by it, taking deep breaths unconsciously.

Suddenly, he felt a burning sensation in his chest, which grew hotter and hotter, as if a red-hot iron block was stuck to his chest. His face changed, and he instinctively touched his chest, finding the Bagua disk he had discovered in the green brick.

In the next moment, a loud explosion echoed in his mind, and the world began to spin. A flood of information poured into his brain...