Chapter 41: The Petrified Taxi Driver

No wonder he felt something was off when he first heard about the "Healing Devil's Hand" from the system; it seemed increasingly sleazy and unreliable. And now, it even produced something as outlandish as small imperial text.

Initially, the system, despite its unreliability, had some decency. After all, it generated energy from flaunting love and affection, which, though sleazy, was somewhat restrained. At least the prizes in the lucky draw were decent, including skills in special forces, calligraphy, piano, and more. Apart from its name and energy-gathering method, it was like a perfectly upright and outstanding five-star gold finger.

Then came Tai Chi techniques, technological items, Hua Tuo's medical skills, and even magic from Harry Potter. Abilities and high-level magic methods appeared, perfectly illustrating the correct path a five-star gold finger should take.

However, the path taken later completely shifted. Although the special items were quite unreasonable, their extraordinary effects still excited Ye Tian. But this time's lucky draw had completely changed its flavor.

Abilities from small imperial text now emerged. Was this stepping onto a path that couldn't be publicly acknowledged?

The problem was, this lucky draw was meant to cure his sister! Not biologically related, but she was like a real sister to him.

"System, come out! What's the use of drawing such a thing!"

The system remained coldly indifferent, leaving Ye Tian on the verge of tears.

It was too complicated. If it were any other price, Ye Tian wouldn't hesitate, but a full-body massage... With something from small imperial text, it certainly wouldn't work by just massaging over clothes.

Even if the price was twenty or even thirty years of life, or becoming disabled, Ye Tian would have used it without hesitation.

Or even paying with his life or selling his soul, he would have simply discarded it.

The price wasn't significant. With the lucky draw system, Ye Tian believed that even sacrificing twenty to thirty years of life could be resolved through draws. If the price was too high, he would later rely on the lucky draw system to find other solutions, be it one or two years, ten or a hundred times, there would eventually be a successful draw.

But this Healing Devil's Hand... To use it? That was his sister, even if not by blood, how could they face each other afterward?

Not to use it? To watch his sister suffer from illness when there was a way to cure her?

If the dog food system had a physical form, Ye Tian would have wanted to dismantle it into pieces. It was too tormenting.

"Sir... sir, we've arrived. You can get off now!" Just as Ye Tian was extremely conflicted, the taxi driver's voice came through. Unknowingly, the taxi had already stopped in front of the hospital.

At this moment, the driver was pale, thinking about finding another job once he got back, even continuing as a driver for someone else would be better than driving a taxi!

Originally, the driver worked as a chauffeur for some small company leaders, always being ordered around and treated like a servant.

But now, he realized that being a servant was better than driving a taxi. This wasn't driving a taxi; it was risking his life!

"Thank you, how much do I owe you?" Ye Tian, seeing the driver sweating profusely, was puzzled. Could the driver have received an ability like the Healing Devil's Hand, making him sweat as much as Ye Tian himself? It was unlikely to get this hot inside an air-conditioned taxi.

"No... no need, today's rides are all free!" The driver, terrified, stuttered, fearing Ye Tian might suddenly act out and pull out a knife.

"Is that so? Thank you then!" Completely unaware that he had been mistaken for a mentally ill person, Ye Tian thought it was just a stroke of good luck and cheerfully nodded, getting out of the car.

"This guy is interesting. All rides free today, and he's still in such a hurry to pick up passengers." Watching the taxi speed away almost recklessly, Ye Tian chuckled and headed towards the hospital.

The pungent smell of disinfectant was always the main theme of hospitals. The bustling corridors with nurses looking like they were in a beauty pageant seemed to be a scene only found in films.

Passing through the crowded lobby to the inpatient department behind the hospital, Ye Tian headed straight to his sister's special care ward on the fifth floor. The special care wards here were not cheap; most of the money left by their parents had been spent on this.

"I don't care, I'm staying here today. The regular ward doesn't even have air conditioning, is that a place for people to stay?"

Just stepping out of the elevator, Ye Tian heard a middle-aged woman's rant in the corridor, causing him to frown.

This was a hospital, and the fifth floor was for special care patients, many of whom were in critical condition. It was quite unseemly to make such a fuss in this kind of place.

However, with the rapid economic development of the Daxia Nation in recent years, a group of wealthy individuals had emerged. It was inevitable that some would behave arrogantly due to their family background.

"Mrs. Lin, please don't make it difficult for us. The special care ward is full. Those are all severe patients. You just have a common gastroenteritis. A few days in a regular ward for observation and you can be discharged. If you really think the conditions in the hospital are not good enough, you can also go home and just come back tomorrow for a few IV drips."

"Go home? I insist on staying here today, do you know who I am? Where's Director Lu? Get him to see me."

Mrs. Lin's arrogant voice continued, and Ye Tian shook his head, walking towards his sister's ward.

Without looking, he knew the situation. In places like hospitals, they were used to admitting patients for minor ailments, but they hadn't expected to encounter someone who insisted on staying in the special care ward.

Ye Tian walked familiarly towards his sister's ward, not hearing the following conversation.

"Director Lu, I came to your hospital to see a doctor because of your reputation. But your nurses are too unreasonable, not letting me stay in a regular ward. It's so hot, and there's not even air conditioning. You better handle this!"

"Mrs. Lin, it's not that we don't let you stay, but the special care ward is really full. Besides, your condition is not suitable for air conditioning."

"Whether I use air conditioning is my business. If it's full, just make room. Just tell me whether you'll do it or not. Last time, it was my husband who helped with your nephew's school matter."

"This... alright, I'll see what I can do."

"How about this, patient Yang Xi in room 505 will run out of hospitalization fees in two days. I'll move her to a regular ward, is that okay?"

"Why didn't you do this earlier? Let's go, Director Lu, you really know how to get things done. I'll make sure to take care of you when I'm discharged."

"Haha, you're too kind..."