Chapter 40: Did You Take the Wrong Medicine?

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Lin Fan's actions left the crowd in awe.

Many felt a pang of shame for their earlier indifference.

The world was supposed to be kind—hadn't they been taught to help others since childhood? When had they become so callous, living lives they once despised?

Lin Fan was young, especially for the car show's crowd, but his moral compass outshone most.

"He's so hot! I want to have his kids!"

"Handsome, rich, *and* kind? Where do you find a guy like that?"

"I'd trade ten years of my life for his contact info!"

Amid the flood of praise, Lin Fan kept his cool, though inside, he was grinning ear to ear.

*Don't fall for me, ladies. I'm just a legend.*

But then it hit him—he'd forgotten something.

*Damn it! I came to buy a car!*

He'd nearly lost sight of his main goal.

Awkwardly, Lin Fan turned back to Manager Zhang.

The crowd exchanged puzzled looks as he doubled back.

Lin Fan flashed a sheepish smile. "Almost forgot—I'm here to buy a car. That Lamborghini Huracan looks good. Let's sign the contract."

Manager Zhang: "…"

Crowd: "…"

Half an hour later, Lin Fan sealed the deal on a Lamborghini Huracan.

He completed the paperwork, then posed for a photo with the car, a big red flower pinned to his chest, driver's license in hand, and a wide grin showing off his pearly whites. The car model girl stood beside him.

Thanks to his Black Card, Manager Zhang, eager to build ties, gave him a steep discount.

As Lin Fan prepared to drive off, the car model girl approached.

Nervously fidgeting, she mustered her courage. "Can I have your contact info? That money's too much—I can't take it for free."

Lin Fan almost refused, but her earnest eyes softened him. He shared his number.

Inside the Lamborghini, Lin Fan's heart raced. He'd only seen cars like this in videos. Driving one for the first time was a thrill.

Sure, the Huracan, worth a few million, wasn't top-tier, but it checked off his sports car dream.

The only problem? He fiddled with the controls for ages but couldn't start it.

The car model girl leaned toward the window, pointing at a small red button. "You just press this to start it," she said softly.

Lin Fan's face flushed as he hit the button.

*Vroom!*

The supercar's roar echoed through the exhibition hall, reigniting his excitement. He turned to the girl with a grin. "Want a ride? It's on me."

She brushed her hair back, nodding without hesitation.

The Lamborghini Huracan tore off like a phantom, vanishing down the street.

In the car, Lin Fan learned her name: Bai Shishi.

Her fair skin and poetic aura matched her name perfectly. A student at Modu First University, she was working the car show during her break to cover her father's leukemia treatment—a costly bone marrow transplant.

This sparked an idea in Lin Fan's mind.

Everyone seemed to have some ailment these days. If he upgraded his medical skills, couldn't he make bank?

He'd charge less for those in need and more for the rich—fair and square, no exploiting misery.

Decision made, he spoke inwardly, "System, give me medical skills."

**[Acupuncture learned successfully. 1 skill point deducted. 8 skill points remaining!]**

*Acupuncture?*

Lin Fan frowned. In his mind, acupuncture was for minor aches, not serious money-making.

But as a flood of knowledge poured in, his perspective shifted.

Acupuncture wasn't just sticking needles in people. With mastery, it held endless potential. The body was a machine; acupuncture was the tool to fix it. Find the right points, and you could solve almost anything.

Unlike surgery, which was like tearing apart a car for a small repair, acupuncture was precise, minimally invasive.

Lin Fan's mind buzzed with techniques, pressure points, and even medicinal herb names. He felt like a seasoned Chinese doctor with decades of experience.

If basic acupuncture was *this* powerful, what could max-level do? Raise the dead?

Eagerly, he asked, "System, how many points to keep upgrading acupuncture?"

**[Each upgrade requires 1 additional skill point per level.]**

Lin Fan's eyes lit up. First level: one point. Second: two points. And so on?

"Upgrade!" he said without hesitation.

**[Acupuncture upgraded successfully. Current level: Intermediate! Skill points remaining: 6!]**

**[Continue upgrading?]**

"Upgrade!"

**[Acupuncture upgraded successfully. Current level: Advanced! Skill points remaining: 3!]**

He was out of points for another upgrade—Top-tier would have to wait.

But Lin Fan felt like a modern Hua Tuo. Cancer? A few needles, and he was confident he could handle it.

Now he needed connections. Hospitals were too restrictive, often profit-driven with no ethics.

He decided to ask Zhou Momo later. As Zhou Fu's daughter, she'd have the contacts he needed.

As Lin Fan planned his next steps, Bai Shishi spoke softly from the passenger seat. "Can you stop at the pharmacy ahead? I need to grab medicine for my dad."

Her voice was timid—she already felt bad for taking up his time.

Lin Fan didn't mind. He parked, and they entered the pharmacy together.

It was small, counters piled with traditional Chinese medicines. Thanks to his new knowledge, Lin Fan could name every herb.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed. He turned to the old man dispensing medicine. "Did you mix up the ingredients?"