I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 305 I'm also getting excited (26)

Bai Buyu wiped his glasses on his white coat, licked his lips, and continued typing: "[It's common for small clinics to perform surgeries halfway through and then have to close for the day. If you want the surgery to continue, you have to pay the doctor overtime.]"

[You do have medical insurance, but the types of insurance offered by Risky Star are numerous and varied. Hospitals usually have a large legal team, and those guys are expert litigators, particularly adept at finding loopholes in lawsuits. Even if you have medical insurance, they can still find reasons not to pay out.]

[The Yellow Springs Star Lord's ability to create people? It's incredibly expensive, costing hundreds of thousands per person. It's rarely used except in exceptional circumstances, and there are many restrictions. There's a greater terror between life and death; dying once will teach you that kind of terror, and knowing you can be resurrected won't alleviate it. Those whose Dao heart isn't firm shouldn't die easily. Besides, the Yellow Springs Star Lord's side is very corrupt; I'll discuss that with you in detail later.]

Large hospitals are alright; at least if you pay, you can survive. Small hospitals are much more unscrupulous. Their so-called free treatments often involve using patients as guinea pigs. Some people find themselves with empty stomachs after treatment.

[Both Ksitigarbha Medicine and Bai Family Medicine are for the poor. You ask what the rich's medicine is? Organs are cultivated. The spiritual energy concentration in the cultivation room is at least 14 plus signs. The resulting organs are vibrant and alive, they can even move around. If they are not used immediately after being produced, they will become sentient.]

[Prosthetic bodies are now a middle-class pastime. The wealthy these days like to inscribe magic arrays on their organs, essentially giving them built-in spirit-gathering arrays and various enhancement arrays. Their internal mana circulation system is nurtured externally; after transplantation at age seven, they reach the peak of Qi Refining, and then don't need to spend time improving their cultivation level—they can just enjoy it.]

[Don't worry if you don't have a spiritual root; artificial spiritual roots can help. If you want a natural one, you can buy one. Spiritual roots scoring 90 points or higher are rare, but those scoring 85 points are relatively easy to find. Once you find one, ask a Star Lord to help you achieve that, and you should be able to reach 90 points by the time you're eighteen.]

[You asked about the college entrance exam… I can only say that the college entrance exam is the only fair thing left in Changsheng Prefecture and even the entire Great Qian World. After all, the college entrance exam is one of the foundations of a Star Lord, and the temple keepers know that no matter how greedy they are, someone still needs to do the work. So if you don't pass the college entrance exam, you really can't pass, and you won't be able to obtain the seed of Daoist cultivation and achieve Foundation Establishment.]

Looking at the large number of messages sent by Bai Buyu, Chen Yu realized that the world was darker than he had imagined.

However, in the darkness, the college entrance examination mechanism shines brightly, being the only way to transcend the long night, which explains why so many people take the exam.

Although getting into university still requires finding a Star Lord to obtain the seed of Daoist cultivation, it's already quite good compared to others who can't even establish their foundation.

Thinking of the Daoist seed that had been devoured, Chen Yu pondered for a moment, feeling that it should be a free admission qualification given to him by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but upon closer inspection, it didn't quite make sense.

Others enroll in school to cultivate the seeds of the Dao, but I already have the seeds of the Dao, so why should I enroll?
Combining this with the two scriptures given by the temple keeper, Chen Yu suddenly understood.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva just sent me my graduation certificate from Fengdu University!
It's a pity I don't have a diploma; I don't know if it's recognized elsewhere.

It doesn't matter if they don't acknowledge it, as long as I know I have it.

Nodding in satisfaction, Chen Yu continued chatting with Bai Buyu, occasionally stepping in to save someone, living a rather comfortable life.

Bai Buyu was also satisfied.

The Bai family's medical skills emphasize brute force to create miracles; saving lives is like repairing a television—it requires steadiness, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

However, no matter how steady, accurate, and ruthless it is, it's not as comfortable as Ksitigarbha's medical skills, which directly extend lifespan. It can't cure many diseases, but it can allow patients to pass away peacefully.

Chen Yu also discovered that Bai's medical skills were surprisingly easy in some aspects, and could even have miraculous effects when combined with his own body cultivator identity.

Nodding to each other, the two began to secretly learn each other's medical skills, trying their best to demonstrate their various skills on a dead student.

Stealing knowledge is something many people do, and many doctors use this method to circumvent the Star Lord's prohibitions and thus gain advancement.

Even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva tacitly approved of this behavior, and even hoped that his temple priests would secretly learn from it and then come back to improve the two scriptures.

However, if someone reports it, they will still take action, so you can't go too far.

After secretly learning twelve Dream Day techniques, both of them vaguely sensed a bottleneck and knew that they wouldn't be able to learn anything more by secretly learning from others.

However, they hadn't yet grasped the core concepts; what they had learned so far was only the surface. The core content was difficult to teach each other. Chen Yu even sensed the Day Wanderer and Night Wanderer watching him and Bai Buyu, after all, they had gone a bit too far.

"What should I do?" Bai Buyu stomped hard on a college entrance exam candidate, and amidst the candidate's screams, he forcefully corrected her misaligned spine.

"I don't know." Chen Yu took eighteen shots in quick succession at his patient, each point representing a month's lifespan, using his surging life force to pull the patient back to life.

"Why don't we become a father and daughter, I'll call you Dad, and you call me Mom, and we'll each have our own roles?"

"That's a good idea, shall we start now?"

"Are you two idiots?!" The high school student, who was about to cry from the beating, couldn't stand it anymore. "Why don't you just become apprentices? After you become apprentices, you can break off the master-disciple relationship, then reverse the master-disciple relationship once, and break it off again after you've finished studying. Wouldn't that solve everything?"

Bai Buyu clapped his hands and shouted, "That's right! You can do that too! But I have to remind you, we just saved you. You were saved by two idiots, and you're going to be an idiot for the rest of your life!"

"No!"

Knowing this loophole, the two happily became each other's apprentices, learning each other's core techniques and other minor techniques that were inconvenient to demonstrate.

By studying the core techniques of the Bai family's medical skills, Chen Yu discovered that although this technique was unorthodox, its content was comparable to the barefoot doctor's manual from his previous life. The content was unsophisticated, but it was extremely effective.

Besides the medical approach of using brute force to create miracles, Chen Yu was also amazed by bizarre treatments such as administering feces to treat depression and stuffing money into patients' mouths to cure poverty.

The Ksitigarbha Medical Arts compensated for the problem of the Bai family's unorthodox medical methods, allowing Bai Buyu to refer to the core concepts of Ksitigarbha Medical Arts to set his own philosophy, which was a huge improvement for their unorthodox medical methods.

The two exchanged a smile, then began frantically trying to figure things out and frantically trying to save the person.

Twelve dream days later, the painful but rewarding special training finally came to an end.

During the 24-day special training in the dream world, each Tianyuan College student was assigned two ghost cultivators.

When they gained ownership of their bodies and began to exercise, the two ghost cultivators stood by, summarizing and discussing how to train.

After their bodies were possessed by one of the ghost cultivators, they received one-on-one private instruction from another ghost cultivator inside the Human Emperor Banner to improve their performance.

With three times the amount of exercise, two doctors on the side, and unlimited supply of various high-protein foods, the college entrance examination candidates who emerged from quarantine were full of energy and exuded an invincible aura.

Their bodies were strong and powerful, and their spirits were high and vigorous. Their intellectual power, unleashed without being forced, soared into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

A student representative pointed to the sky and shouted in an inspiring tone, "Look, everyone! Our destiny star is shining, and our path to immortality has been opened! Today, we take the college entrance examination together to strive for our immortal path! For the sake of Tianyuan, we must work hard!"

"Strive for Tianyuan!"

"effort!"

Looking at the excited college entrance exam takers, Chen Yu drank the calming herbal tea and suddenly felt that the water wasn't working.

I'm getting all excited too!

(End of this chapter)