“Lisa? Who’s that guy? What’s going on here…”
Peter Anderson stood frozen outside a mobile phone shop in Guangxing City’s central square. His eyes were locked on a couple stepping out of the jewelry store next door. The woman—long hair, red lips—clung flirtatiously to a man’s arm. That man, with a cocky grin plastered on his face, looked way too pleased with himself.
When Lisa Johnson heard Peter’s voice, she turned. Her smile vanished. Her expression morphed into something colder.
“Well, since you’ve seen it… there’s no point hiding anymore. Peter, let’s break up.”
“Break up? Why?” Peter’s grip tightened around the phone box in his hand. It was the latest iPhone—he had scrimped and saved for six months just to buy it as a birthday surprise for Lisa. This wasn’t the surprise he’d imagined.
“Why? Seriously? Isn’t it obvious?” Lisa let out a laugh, sharp and bitter. “We’ve been together for three years. In all that time, what have you given me?”
She leaned further into the other guy—Charles Lewis—and sneered. “I’ve only been with Charles for a week. Just one week. And you know how much he’s spent on me already? New designer bags, jewelry, even the latest phone I’ve been eyeing forever.”
“And you? What can you offer me?”
“I got you a phone, too… look…” Peter held out the sleek white box, hands trembling. His voice, barely audible, trembled like his grip.
“No need,” Lisa waved him off without hesitation. “And I bet that phone cost you a small fortune, didn’t it? You should spend that money fixing yourself up or something.”
“You weren’t like this before… Why?” Peter’s voice cracked. He couldn’t wrap his head around how the girl he used to love, who once seemed so pure and sweet, had turned cold and unrecognizable.
Lisa rolled her eyes. “Back then? Please. I was blind, thought you had potential. But now I’ve wised up. Why should I waste my youth gambling on some maybe one-day success story?”
“Why wait for someone to make it big, when I can be with someone who’s already there? Wake up, Peter. Stop dreaming. You’re going nowhere.”
“I thought you were smart, you know? That you’d have some kind of bright future. But look at you—can’t even hold your place in your internship. Got tossed to the ER. How pathetic is that?”
Peter’s face turned pale. “You… you know about that?”
Lisa snorted. “Everyone knows. You think your little messups are a secret? With that kind of EQ? No wonder you’ll be stuck at the bottom forever.”
Done with the conversation, Lisa tugged Charles’s arm. “Babe, let’s go.”
“Lisa…” Peter reached out instinctively, trying to stop her, but the words wouldn’t come out. He stood there, hand raised in vain, as she walked away without looking back.
He was hollow. Empty. Like his soul had taken a hit too heavy to recover from.
They always say if you lose at work, you’ll win in love. But Peter? Today, he lost both.
He was just a medical student at Guangxing Medical University, interning at the City Central Hospital. But a few days ago, he'd clashed with his supervisor, Matthias Evans, over a patient. And Matthias? Didn’t waste time. Found some excuse and shoved Peter straight into ER hell.In the ER, it was all grunt work—most of it boring, all of it exhausting. Basically, it was the kind of job where you did all the heavy lifting but barely got any credit for it.
And considering Peter Anderson had pissed off Director Matthias Evans, he couldn’t even be sure he’d make it through the rest of his internship in one piece.
He figured, okay, work sucks, but at least he had a girlfriend to help him blow off some steam. Who knew life had one more slap waiting for him?
Honestly, it couldn’t get more pathetic than this.
Peter trudged back to the dorm like a zombie. When he finally reached the door and pulled out his key, a bunch of men in black suddenly jumped him from behind.
One of them instantly punched him in the head.
Caught off guard, Peter hit the ground hard.
Then came a barrage of punches, unrelenting, hammering down on his head and body like a storm.
Dazed and stunned, Peter curled up, shielding his head. “Who are you guys?!”
“Who? You’ve got the nerve to ask that?” one of them sneered. “You dared mess with Charles Lewis’s girl, and you're still asking who we are?”
The hits didn’t stop.
“We held back earlier ‘cause we didn’t want to ruin Mr. Lewis’s mood. But you clearly don’t get it. If you don’t back off from his woman, this beating’s just the start. Got that?”
Peter said nothing, just clutched his head and stayed curled up on the cold ground.
Turns out that smooth-talking Lewis had been waiting for this moment. Peter had underestimated how low that couple could stoop.
Biting down hard, even through the pain, Peter silently swore: one day, he’d make them pay for this.
Blood trickled down from his nose, soaking into the jade pendant hanging from his neck.
And then everything went dark.
The next time Peter opened his eyes, he was in his dorm.
How he’d gotten back? No idea. But weirdly, he felt different. His mind... it was full of strange new knowledge.
Stuff like mountain medicine, destiny signs, divination...
What was this? A dream?
Peter shut his eyes, trying to make sense of it all. He focused on a technique called the "Immovable Way" and followed its steps, adjusting his breath the way it instructed.
Amazingly—his body started to feel light. Pleasant, even. All the bruises and pain from the beating? Fading fast.
It hit him—this wasn’t a hallucination. It was real.
But where had it come from?
Just then, he felt a warm glow on his chest.
Looking down, he saw the yellow jade his dad had given him shining faintly.
It had always been said to be a family heirloom. Up till now, Peter thought it was just an old piece of jade.
But clearly, there was more to it.
He spent the whole night digging through his mind, sorting through the knowledge that had suddenly flooded in. And by morning? No signs of fatigue at all.
Another perk of that "Immovable Way," apparently.
After washing up casually, Peter headed to the hospital.
As soon as he stepped into the ER, he was back to the grind.
Most cases coming in were just simple colds and fevers. All he had to do was take temperatures, check blood pressure, maybe do some injections. Busy work, but dull.
Honestly, it felt like a waste of talent for someone from a top med school. And now that he had ancient knowledge backing him up, Peter’s diagnostic skills were sharper than anyone else around.
Even just giving injections—he was more accurate than any of the seasoned nurses.
Naturally, he was starting to attract attention from the staff.
