I am weak and friendly

Chapter 5 The weak must eat carrion to survive.
With a thud, Tang Yiping sat back in his wheelchair and gasped for breath for a moment.

"I've really been sluggish with my rehabilitation lately..." Even though I'm just an intern, I'm forced to work overtime every day, and I don't even have time to make sure my physical functions don't deteriorate.

Almost a minute later, he looked down at the box he was holding.

That alluring aroma was coming from inside the box.

What will be inside?
It's not some severed hand or head, is it?

Scenes from many movies and novels that Tang Yiping had read flashed through his mind, and for a moment, he really wanted to throw the box away.

But the aroma was just too tempting.

Prepared to throw the box away at any moment, he took a deep breath and slowly lifted the lid.

Then his breathing stopped.

The inside of the box is a deep black, velvety texture, clearly indicating that it was once the packaging box for a gift—and a valuable one at that.

Instead of gifts, the contents were a jumble of papers and document bags, along with some odds and ends.

It looks like something women and children would use.

None of that matters; what matters is the thick red envelope at the very top.

Red envelope.

A thick red envelope.

Each word was so simple, but when put together, the impact was so great that Tang Yiping felt for a moment that he didn't recognize them anymore.

Tang Yiping reached out and opened the red envelope with trembling hands.

The red envelope was exquisite, but the way to open it was a bit complicated. Tang Yiping almost broke it before he could open it.

Inside were old-version 100-yuan bills, bright red, so bright they made your eyes dizzy.

Tang Yiping had little experience with large sums of cash, let alone knowing how to count money.

He clumsily counted several times before he could count them correctly.

Damn, 5200?

Is this someone's Valentine's Day red envelope?

Or was it a gift from some sycophant? And then it got thrown away?

Is it really possible to get this amount back?

Tang Yiping vaguely remembered that it was illegal to keep something you found.

He hesitated whether to take the box to the police station.

But his intuition told him otherwise.

This thing is "corrupted," it's "safe to eat without competition," and nobody cares about its existence.

"Okay, if I don't pick it up, the sanitation workers will take it to the garbage station tomorrow anyway..." Tang Yiping comforted himself and put the whole box into his wheelchair backpack.

A car drove by on the street not far away, its headlights shining on Tang Yiping and illuminating his surroundings before disappearing in a flash.

In that instant, Tang Yiping suddenly felt a strong sense of reality.

Damn, I'm rich!

5200 yuan!

Although 5200 yuan is not much for many people, it is a huge sum of money for Tang Yiping.

He worked hard, enduring PUA that he shouldn't have to endure at his age, eating all sorts of empty promises, being injected with all sorts of motivational hype, sacrificing his health, and even his remaining life. His internship salary for a month was only 3360!

The saying "a monthly salary of three thousand" perfectly describes him.

Mr. Tang saved up his savings for five, six, seven, or eight years, and only managed to save 4500 yuan...

But Tang Yiping only rummaged through the trash once for 5200 yuan. Six rummages would be enough for one Nusinersen injection, eighteen rummages would cover a year's worth of injections, and a few more rummages would even cover other supportive treatments and rehabilitation…

At this moment, Tang Yiping's heart was filled with joy.

Let's do it! Let's do it!

Am I about to strike it rich?!
[Scavenging] is amazing! I love [Scavenging]!
Although Tang Yiping knew that there was a strong element of luck involved this time, he still couldn't help but think about it.

How many things like this box have been forgotten in this city?
Then he could no longer restrain himself.

Tang Yiping turned his wheelchair around and drove onto the street.

—Observe the process of mosquitoes sucking blood and learn the C-level survival skill: [Bloodsucking]

"Snapped!"

Sorry [Vampire], I already have [Carrion Eater].

Five minutes ago, Tang Yiping was regretting that he had learned the [Carrion Eater] skill, but now he was overjoyed.

It's an electric wheelchair, but depending on my mood, it feels like I'm speeding.

In the next 20 minutes or so, Tang Yiping made three more gains.

An unknown brand mechanical keyboard was thrown into a trash can; a bag of pastries was forgotten on a roadside bench; and a set of keys from who-knows-where.

The haul wasn't great, but Tang Yiping searched for the mechanical keyboard. If it was in good condition, it could fetch more than 160 yuan on Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace), which was more than a day's wages for Tang Yiping.

After acquiring the [Carrion Eater], Tang Yiping suddenly felt that the world had immediately changed.

Suddenly, the entire city seemed to be filled with countless treasure chest icons, each one waiting for him to open.

Unfortunately, Tang Yiping's mobility was limited, and his wheelchair couldn't reach many places, so he had to give up.

But Tang Yiping was never a greedy person; he was already very content.

He even forgot his fatigue and what had happened that day, wanting only to gallop through the city in the dead of night.

It turns out that a city is so vast, and even its corrupt elements are so abundant.

Summer nights can be sweltering, but when you're speeding along in a wheelchair, even the night breeze feels refreshing.

Tang Yiping had worked up a sweat while saving himself, but it had dried off. Even the numbness in his body wasn't as bad anymore, and he felt refreshed all over.

"Beep beep beep..."

The sudden alarm interrupted Tang Yiping's speed. Tang Yiping was stunned for a moment before realizing what it was.

It's a battery warning for the wheelchair; the remaining battery is less than 20%.

On the bike path, Tang Yiping suddenly stopped, then snapped out of his exhilarating ride.

Damn, we were having so much fun that we almost forgot to find a place to stay for the night!
I don't want to learn how to be a vampire or sleep on the streets!

With 20% battery remaining, and considering that the battery in my wheelchair has degraded, I can only travel less than two kilometers.

Tang Yiping took out his phone, searched for hotels within a two-kilometer radius of him, and then couldn't help but swear.

"Four or five hundred a night, why don't you just rob someone?"

Who on earth is staying in such expensive hotels?!

With this money, what wouldn't I like to do?
Tang Yiping placed an order first, buying a 500 yuan replacement battery for his electric wheelchair.

Then he turned around and looked behind him.

It's past midnight.

Even in the software park, most buildings were already dark by midnight. The 52-story Qihang Building had turned off its LED display on the exterior wall, leaving only dim lights.

But at least the lights were still on there.

(End of this chapter)