Chapter 12 No Longer Ordinary (Please Follow)

[Push-ups lv0 (67/100)]

After completing the training, he looked at the experience values on the panel.

Fang Cheng picked up the thermos and a disposable paper cup from the bedside table.

He poured a cup of warm water and gulped it down.

Turning his head, he saw his grandfather sleeping peacefully, with the monitoring equipment showing no abnormalities.

So he changed the nearly full urinal pot under the bed with a new one.

Then, he picked up the plastic basin containing the yellowish urine, preparing to dump it in the restroom.

Just as he pushed open the ward door, Fang Cheng noticed several eager glances coming from the nurse's station.

A few young and lively nurses were gathered, covering their mouths with their hands, whispering to each other.

Pretending to look away casually, they secretly glanced over using their peripheral vision.

Their gazes were like looking at a tall-legged idol.

Fang Cheng was somewhat speechless; after emptying the urinal, he went to the drying area to catch some fresh air.

The sun was already setting, and a smear of orange-red gradually spread across the horizon.

At this moment, looking at the continuously stretching West Mountain, the mingling of light and shadow appeared profound and mysterious.

"The Push-ups skill is almost ready to level up."

"When the time comes, I'll break through 10 points in both Strength and agility first. My physical fitness will be enough to surpass most ordinary people…"

Fang Cheng squinted, his forehead hair fluttering with the evening breeze.

"Then..."

"I'll focus on enhancing the Constitution attribute, only in this way can the Iron Fist Effect be maximized."

"And..."

Fang Cheng stared thoughtfully, a flash of determination in his eyes.

"The higher the Constitution attribute, the more durable the body, the faster the recovery speed, and the more efficient the training will be."

"This will make the skills level up faster, gain more attribute points, and then circle back to enhance physical fitness."

"In this way, a virtuous cycle is formed."

"Even just by simple physical training, I could elevate the Strength and agility attributes to a level hard for ordinary people to imagine..."

Looking at the pale blue screen obscuring the sunset, Fang Cheng's lips revealed a faint smile.

Standing in front of the window, his silhouette seemed to also be draped in a mysterious and brilliant aura.

With a well-thought-out plan, his fighting spirit was immediately kindled.

"So, aim to unlock the Lifting Leg Skill three days later and advance Push-ups to lv1!"

......

In the evening, past seven o'clock.

Fang Cheng put on his hoodie and tightened the collar.

Then, carrying a shoulder bag, he faced the piercing cold wind and walked out alone from the hospital's service hall.

He had just had a simple meal with his mother and uncle in the ward.

They heated up the leftovers from the noon with a microwave and packed two meat dishes and one vegetable from the canteen, it was quite a decent meal.

However, everyone had their concerns, and their appetite was hardly there.

Especially after witnessing the hardships of that couple in the afternoon, it was profoundly disheartening.

His mother brought up the topic of medical expenses, mentioning that she planned to ask her manager for an advance on her salary.

His uncle, however, firmly assured them, telling Fang Cheng and his mother not to worry.

When his mother asked if he was also considering borrowing money at high interest rates.

His uncle vehemently denied it, looking mysteriously confident, and claimed he would never make such a foolish move.

Fang Cheng was unsure of his uncle's actual plans.

However, he resolved to earn more money, aiming to alleviate the economic pressure on his family.

"Mom, I'm hungry..."

Lost in thought, suddenly a somewhat familiar childlike voice drifted into his ears with the cold wind.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but turn his head and look in the direction of the voice.

He saw it was indeed the young couple holding their child, sitting in the corner outside the hall.

Due to several days of unpaid hospital bills, combined with the hospital's fear of further harassment, they had been driven out of the ward in the afternoon.

Unexpectedly, they were still lingering here.

At this moment, under the deepening night sky and thickening cold,

With no place to go, they could only huddle beside a concrete pillar to avoid the wind, wrapping their bodies tightly in an army green cotton coat to minimize contact with the cold air outside.

Fang Cheng paused his steps, glanced at them once,

Then withdrew his gaze and continued walking out of the hospital.

The young mother, seeing her child cry out in hunger, fished a cold steamed bun wrapped in a plastic bag from the canvas bag by her side.

Then, with the aid of some free hot water fetched from the hall, she soaked the steamed bun until it was soft and slightly warm, broke it into small pieces, and fed it to her child.

Watching the child struggle to swallow it, the young mother gently soothed him.

"Be good, in a few more days, when daddy earns some money and cures your illness, we'll go eat fried chicken, cake, and lots of lots of good things."

"Really?"

"Of course, when has mom ever lied to you?"

Little Bao was well-behaved and obedient.

After quietly finishing the steamed bun, he stopped talking.

From under his military coat, he exposed his shaved head, gazing longingly in one direction.

Through the bright glass of the hall, one could see a little sister sitting on a chair, gnawing on a chicken leg and drinking milk tea.

Little Bao desperately tried to hold back from swallowing saliva, but it felt like there was a spring in his mouth, accumulating more and more until he couldn't hold it in.

Eventually, he had to quietly swallow his saliva in several gulps, trying his best not to make a swallowing sound.

He was afraid of waking his already exhausted sleeping father and mother.

Only his round, bright black eyes conveyed an unhideable envy.

After who knows how long.

Suddenly, footsteps gradually approached.

Little Bao curiously looked up.

He saw a tall, lean man, handsome like a celebrity, appear before him.

The man was carrying a bag of boxed meals, from which wafted the tantalizing scent of roasted fish and chicken pieces.

The big brother gently placed the boxed meal on the ground.

Then, he handed over a hot cup of milk with a straw already inserted and patted Little Bao's shaved head.

"When you grow up, remember to be good to your parents."

After saying that, without waiting for Little Bao to react, he quickly turned and hurried away.

The child's joyful shouts soon woke the sleeping young couple.

The couple looked around, trying to find the benefactor who had delivered the meal.

They could only vaguely see a somewhat familiar figure quickly disappearing into the crowd.

They bowed their heads gratefully, lifting the boxed food.

Underneath the bag, they discovered two bright red hundred-yuan bills.

...

Boom——————

The roar of a high-capacity twin-turbo engine sounded, quickly approaching from afar.

Fang Cheng moved towards the side of the road.

Watching a red convertible race past, he smelled the pungent exhaust and slightly furrowed his brow.

Eight o'clock at night.

Some hurried along engrossed in their daily toils while others' extravagant nightlife had just begun.

He had already missed the last bus.

Fang Cheng could only walk two kilometers to transfer to the subway home.

Hands tucked in his pockets, he slowly walked along the sparsely populated street.

His mind still lingered on the events that had just happened.

The action of providing a meal for the child was merely a bit of help within his means, not worth gratitude.

He did so more for the pursuit of inner peace.

In this world, everyone is a lonely traveller.

In a city built of steel and concrete, indifference, injustice, and fierce competition fill the air.

Only the consoling emotions between humans were truly precious.

But.

Some things ultimately depend on oneself to strive for, as others' help is limited.

Fang Cheng stared at the darkness and lights ahead.

The panel emitting a soft blue glow slowly appeared.

A person originally destined to be one among the masses suddenly received an extraordinary opportunity.

He must firmly seize it, throttle the neck of fate, and never let any tragedy unfold before his eyes!

"Grandpa has a two-month preparation period for the surgery; there's still plenty of time,"

"First, quickly improve physical fitness, then apply to be a sparring partner with a salary that could roughly amount to ten to twenty thousand with subsidies."

"If there's a chance, participate in some amateur competitions; the prize money is not insignificant..."

As Fang Cheng planned in his mind, he quickened his steps forward.