It was the third evening.
Jiang Chen stepped into the street for the first time, feeling torn.
But thinking of his family's debt and his uncertain future—what choice did he have? If not practice medicine on the street, should he just starve?
After two days of hesitation, Jiang Chen decided to flip a coin.Heads—become a doctor.Tails—become a beggar.
He held the coin in his palm. Light in weight, heavy in meaning.
Which way would fate turn?
He took a deep breath and tossed the coin into the air.Catching it midair, he closed his eyes, paused, and opened his hand—
Heads.
It was decided: his career would begin from the streets.
At sunset, he snuck into a quiet corner of the city.This hour was perfect—the daytime city patrol had gone off duty, and the night shift hadn't arrived yet. A golden gap in enforcement.
Jiang Chen picked a spot under a utility pole and set up his stall.
His setup was simple: one worn medical kit, and a sign:
"Free treatment. No cure, no charge."
A crowd quickly gathered.
People looked on with curiosity.They'd seen fortune-tellers on the street, fruit vendors, even street artists—but a street doctor?
Doctors were seen as prestigious professionals with high income.Who would believe one had fallen so low as to peddle medicine on the street?
This kid must be a fraud.
Most came to laugh.Some even waited for the chance to expose him.
Jiang Chen stood quietly, gaze distant.He didn't dare meet the crowd's eyes—he could feel the doubt, even hostility in their stares.
They weren't onlookers—they were judges.
His heart ached.Life… was so damn hard.He, a top graduate from a prestigious medical university, had fallen to this—Like a monkey in a zoo, being mocked by strangers.
Anger rose in his chest.
Minutes passed.
The sun sank behind the buildings.Darkness crept in.
Jiang Chen bent down to pack up.Maybe the system was a delusion.Maybe he was just… broken.
He'd try construction work tomorrow. Even if it killed him, he had to help his parents repay the college debt.
He slowly stood up.
Just then, an old woman pushed through the crowd and staggered toward him.
"Lad," she said hesitantly, "my leg… it's been hurting for twenty years…"
Jiang Chen's heart shook.
A line of golden text flashed in his mind:
[Task Triggered: Treat Chronic Rheumatoid Arthritis][Reward: System Points +20, Virtue +5, Unlock: Basic Acupuncture]
Very well. Let's try.
His eyes sharpened.His hand moved.Three swift, precise needles—Pierced directly into the joints.
The silver glinted under the fading light like a sliver of hope.
But Jiang Chen's palms were sweating.System… don't fail me now.
Someone sneered, "Doctors couldn't fix her in twenty years. And you think a few needles will?"
Another snorted, "What kind of con is this?"
"Big guy like you, can't you find honest work?"
"Practicing medicine without a license. Someone call the cops!"
Just then, the old woman straightened up.
A look of surprise—then joy—washed over her face.
"I… I can walk! It doesn't hurt anymore!"
She stomped her foot, then spun in a small circle.Tears streamed down her wrinkled cheeks.
The crowd fell silent.
No one spoke.
No one understood how a few simple needles could cure two decades of pain.
Magic?
"No!" a burly man stepped forward, revealing tattoos on his arms. He slapped Jiang Chen's shoulder.
"She's your plant, right? Paid actress?"
The slap numbed Jiang Chen's arm. This guy… had martial arts training.
Now wasn't the time to fight. Jiang Chen smiled cautiously.
"Brother, this is ancestral medicine. If you don't believe it, let me treat you now."
The man narrowed his eyes. "Treat me?"
"Yes. Tell me your problem. I'll heal it on the spot."
By now, Jiang Chen fully believed in the system.
The man laughed coldly."Ancestral medicine? Go see your ancestors!"
He grabbed Jiang Chen by the collar and slammed him into the concrete pole.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Jiang Chen's head hit the cement.He staggered, about to collapse—
"Stop!"
A clear, female voice cut through the crowd.
Jiang Chen leaned against the pole, barely holding on.
A woman rushed over.She grabbed the man's arm and shouted:
"Are you crazy?! Attacking someone in broad daylight? Is there no law?!"
The man turned to lash out—Then paused.She was stunning.Fair skin, shapely figure, seductive charm.
He grinned, released Jiang Chen, and stared at her chest."Worried about him, sweetheart?"
"You had no right to hit him," she said firmly.
"This pretty face…" he leered. "Mind if I touch it?"
He reached out.
She stepped back, scolding loudly, "Keep your hands to yourself!"
People began yelling too:
"Hey man, chill out!"
"Don't touch her!"
The thug backed off."Alright, sweetheart. Since you care about him so much… let him treat you. If he succeeds, I'll let him go."
He turned to the crowd."What do you say?"
Claps and laughter erupted.
"Yeah! If he cures her, fine. If not—call the cops!"
The woman glared at the thug. Then turned to Jiang Chen.
For the first time, Jiang Chen saw how gentle a woman's gaze could be—Like warm water washing over his face.Like silk drifting into his soul.
In all his hardships, he had never felt such warmth.
"Young man, my daughter's sick. Can you help?" she asked softly.
Her voice was so kind—like the sister he had lost long ago.
"What illness? Just tell me," Jiang Chen replied.
As he spoke, his eyes couldn't help but drift downward—There, between her full curves, was a deep cleavage like a secret valley. A paradise untouched.
The woman noticed his gaze. Her cheeks flushed. She pulled her blouse together with her plump, fair hands.
"My daughter… she was born with epilepsy," she said. "It's gotten worse these past days. I think she's… dying."