Chapter 3: The Protagonist Is So Pitiful!

"I wish to be weighed down by 100 jin... No, that's too light. I want to be crushed by a 120-jin beauty!" Lin Beifan made a heartfelt wish.

Ding! Wish granted!

At that moment, Song Yuqing smiled slightly and said, "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."

"Please, go ahead!"

She gracefully stood up, but after just two steps, the heel of her shoe suddenly snapped. Losing her balance, she tumbled toward Lin Beifan.

"Careful!"

Even with Lin Beifan's quick reflexes, it was too late.

The two of them fell together.

Thud.

Lin Beifan felt warmth in his hands and found himself staring at a delicate face just inches away. Stunned, he blurted out, "Are you really 120 jin?"

Song Yuqing's cheeks flushed. "I... might've eaten a bit too much at lunch today."

Lin Beifan comforted her, "You're 1.72 meters tall—120 jin is perfectly fine!"

Song Yuqing, still embarrassed, said, "Stop talking and help me up!"

"Alright, right away!"

Not far away, Xiao Chen, the male protagonist, was watching this scene unfold—and he was going mad.

The plot had only just begun, yet before he could make his move, his fiancée was already being taken advantage of!

He felt like a green light was flashing above his head.

He had been cuckolded!

Furious, he hastened forward—only to trip over a passerby's foot.

He lost his balance and crashed straight into...

A 240-jin woman.

She was round and plump, her movements slow and unsteady. Clearly, walking was already a challenge for her.

"Ahhh!"

A loud boom echoed through the entire building.

A cracking sound followed.

Everyone was stunned.

The fat woman shook her head, dazed. "Huh? I think I'm fine..."

A painful groan came from beneath her. "You're fine, but... I'm not!"

Panicked, she hurriedly rolled off him. "Oh no, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

Xiao Chen's face turned pale, a mix of green and purple. "My ribs... are broken!"

"Oh no! I'll be careful—"

But as she tried to stand, her center of gravity shifted, and she lost her balance again.

She sat down once more—straight onto Xiao Chen.

Crack!

Xiao Chen: "..."

The fat woman covered her face in shame. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

Xiao Chen gritted his teeth. "Forget it! Just—just call an ambulance!"

Not far away, Lin Beifan watched the scene unfold, utterly dumbfounded.

The male protagonist got his ribs broken by a 240-jin woman...

This was brutal.

He was sure their first meeting in his previous life wasn't this miserable.

Still, he had to keep up appearances. He rushed over, his face full of concern.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Xiao Chen glared at him, his eyes burning with fury. His enemy was right in front of him, yet he could do nothing. He gritted his teeth and spat out, "I... I'm fine!"

Lin Beifan scolded him, "Brother, don't push yourself! You have three broken ribs, and you're saying you're fine? Broken ribs take at least two months to heal! Don't worry, I already called an ambulance for you!"

Xiao Chen forced a stiff smile. "I... appreciate it. Thank you."

"You're welcome! It's what I should do!"

Soon, the ambulance arrived and carried Xiao Chen away.

As they watched it drive off, Lin Beifan sighed. "Well, that cuts our dinner short."

Song Yuqing shook her head, smiling warmly. "It's alright. Saving lives is more important! In fact, I've noticed something about you—you're kind and always ready to help others. Not many people have such a good heart!"

Lin Beifan sighed dramatically. "What can I do? I have a weakness for getting involved in other people's business!"

Song Yuqing chuckled. "That's not a weakness, that's a virtue!"

Lin Beifan grinned. "Since we didn't finish dinner tonight, let me treat you another day."

"Deal!"

Meanwhile, inside the ambulance, Xiao Chen lay on the stretcher, his eyes burning with rage.

These shameless people!

He was suffering, and they were flirting right in front of him!

Show-offs die fast, remember that!

Just then, the ambulance hit a pothole.

BANG!

The sudden jolt sent a fresh wave of excruciating pain through Xiao Chen's body.

His face turned ghostly pale.

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the hospital.

Lin Beifan personally helped handle the admission procedures and even paid the medical bills in advance.

Song Yuqing saw this and felt her heart soften.

"This is a responsible man!"

After some X-ray scans, the doctor confirmed that Xiao Chen had three broken ribs.

It wasn't a serious injury, but he needed to wear a chest brace and rest completely for at least two months.

After completing all the procedures, the doctor checked in on him.

"How are you feeling?"

Xiao Chen was dripping sweat, his face twisted in pain. "It... still hurts! Can I get some anesthesia?"

"Of course, I'll arrange it immediately."

At that moment, Lin Beifan glanced at the clock.

It was past midnight.

Which meant...

He could make another wish!

His gaze shifted to Xiao Chen, who lay there, pale and suffering.

A mischievous smile formed on his lips.

"I wish for an indestructible body—one that's as tough as Vajra itself!"

Ding! Wish granted!

Suddenly, Lin Beifan felt his body become as solid as iron, completely invulnerable.

Meanwhile, the doctor returned with the anesthetic.

"Alright, let's get this over with quickly!"

However, as he tried to inject the needle, something strange happened.

No matter how many times he tried—the needle wouldn't pierce the skin!

Xiao Chen groaned in frustration. "Doctor, what's going on?! I'm in so much pain!"

The doctor wiped his forehead, looking utterly perplexed. "I've never seen anything like this before... Your skin is too tough. I can't get the needle in!"

Xiao Chen: "..."

Doctor: "We can try a different approach."

Xiao Chen: "Can't I just take oral painkillers?"

Doctor: "No, anesthetics don't work that way. Stomach acid will neutralize the drug before it takes effect. It must be injected!"

Xiao Chen's face darkened. "Then what do we do?!"

Doctor: "I'll figure something out... Just give me a moment!"

One moment turned into an hour.

Xiao Chen was still lying there, writhing in pain.

Finally, he passed out from sheer agony.

Song Yuqing, watching from the side, sighed sympathetically. "He really is pitiful..."

Lin Beifan nodded seriously.

"Yeah. What a tragedy."