Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 137 Isn't this what I learned from you? (Seeking monthly votes)
Something needs to be done!
I am the future supreme and uncrowned king of the Laniakea Supercluster, the Virgo Supercluster, the Local Group, the inner edge of the Orion Arm of the Milky Way, and the third orbiting planet of the Solar System.

Perhaps in the future, it may even become the king of the entire observable universe.

Is my superhuman strength not enough to cure a heart condition?
However, after carefully considering the matter using his extraordinary wisdom, Chen Baiyu discovered...

After racking my brains, it seems that I only know the skills [Illumination - All-Encompassing], [Dragonborn - Stage I], and [Forbidden Enchantment Technique - Embrace of Heaven]. The effects attached to my equipment and titles are mostly for the convenience of pure combat.

Besides.

It does seem that there is a lack of healing skills?
I feel like I'm just a brainless brute who only knows how to enjoy fighting!

But how can a team be without a healer?

Please, some silly grandma, come and save us!

and many more……

It seems like I'm unlikely to get hurt from now on?
That's fine.

I pulled my wandering thoughts back.

Chen Baiyu looked at Qi Yueyao in front of him, wanting to say something but hesitating.

Qi Yueyao blinked and looked at Chen Baiyu, who had fallen silent after saying a sentence, her face clearly showing a hint of confusion.

broken.

so awkward.

Chen Baiyu's gaze wandered around, subconsciously trying to find something to change the subject.

His gaze suddenly fell on the microwave oven combo on the table in the boiler room. His super brain, working at full speed, retrieved a piece of information from the depths of his memory to change the subject and avoid embarrassment.

"Wow, a Miele microwave oven combo? This German brand is considered a luxury item, right? Is the hospital providing such good service to its patients? Did the hospital director have the courage to make this decision?"

"Did you know that Miele demonstrated a new oven at the IFA Berlin this year? It can cook fish without melting ice. That's truly German craftsmanship..."

Chen Baiyu subconsciously steered the conversation far away from the main topic.

Using that Miele microwave oven combo, I read aloud, as if reciting a script, fragments of information that I had once glimpsed in a short video on my phone and that I could now clearly recall.

"Germans have always been good at making ovens."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yueyao replied almost without hesitation.

Then, a noticeably more pronounced smile appeared on that sickly pale face as it looked at Chen Baiyu.

The air seemed to fall silent instantly.

Chen Baiyu subconsciously widened her eyes and looked at Qi Yueyao.

He wasn't unaware that it was a hellish joke.

I just didn't expect Qi Yueyao to say it so suddenly.

Although during their last meeting, Qi Yueyao showed a tendency to "study online to learn relevant knowledge in order to keep up with Chen Baiyu's thinking."

But isn't this progress too fast?

Is this what they mean by "Therefore, a disciple need not be inferior to his teacher, nor a teacher necessarily more virtuous than his disciple; there is a sequence in learning the Way, and each has their own area of ​​expertise; that is all"?

Is this what they mean by "the student surpasses the teacher, and ice water is made from ice but is colder than water"?

Chen Baiyu looked at Qi Yueyao, whose face seemed to be deliberately wearing an expression that said, "It's all thanks to your teaching."

While they were in silence, unsure of what to say.

A sudden exclamation came from the side.

Qi Yueyao's second uncle, his face etched with worry, peeked out from behind the half-open door of the empty ward, his eyes instinctively searching for his niece's small figure in the noisy corridor.

As he locked onto the pink figure, tiptoeing and clinging to the doorframe, his gaze was involuntarily drawn to a tall, slightly aloof young man beside her.

That silhouette, that casual pose with hands in pockets, especially that profile...

A strong sense of familiarity struck him instantly.

He suddenly took two steps out of the door, his cloudy eyes widening in shock as he stared intently at Chen Baiyu's face, trying to make out his features: "Holy crap, a hunk?!"

This incredulous exclamation left Chen Baiyu speechless, who was trying to distract herself with the microwave oven.

My second uncle's breathing quickened.

The weariness and worry on his face seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, replaced by the same excitement and exhilaration he had shown that night at the copper pot restaurant in Beijing.

His voice suddenly rose, carrying a thick northern accent: "Oh my! It really is you, young man! Heaven has eyes, I've run into you here again! That guy at the Beijing Zoo...that guy...in no time, snap! He pinned that tattooed hunk to the ground like a chick! My god, that scene! It was so cool! I never thought I'd see you again! What a coincidence!"

He stepped forward quickly.

Completely ignoring the stiffness and unease on Chen Baiyu's face caused by Qi Yueyao's horrific joke, he was as enthusiastic as if he had seen a long-lost idol, and couldn't wait to start gesturing on the spot.

“My child’s aunt and I were not far away at the time, and we saw it for real! Your skills were amazing! You were just like a martial arts hero who stepped out of a martial arts novel! My brother later drank with me at the store, and I talked about it all night long without repeating a single thing!”

He rubbed his hands together excitedly as he spoke.

He wanted to shake hands but was a little embarrassed, his eyes filled with the pure, innate awe and worship of powerful strength that males naturally possess.

As Chen Baiyu listened to the barrage of flattery and watched the other person practically gesturing wildly, the corner of her mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

The familiar feeling of unease spreads throughout my body like ants crawling on me.

This guy seemed to have been bragging about himself like that at the copper pot shop last time, which made him a little embarrassed in front of his aunt and mother.

But at this moment, this enthusiasm is noisy.

But it became the way to save him from the vortex of embarrassment and self-loathing that Qi Yueyao's comment, "Germans are good at making ovens," had brought him.

Changing the subject suited him perfectly.

"It's nothing, just ran into some troublemakers."

"I can't be called a martial arts master; I've only practiced a little bit of grappling."

He spoke in a calm tone, trying to downplay the other party's astonishing assessment of him as a "martial arts master".

After he finished speaking, he did not leave immediately.

Instead, he chatted with the other party for a few minutes about the police's handling of the matter after that day, and whether the tattooed man had tried to harass him afterward.

My second uncle, naturally, asked a barrage of questions out of curiosity.

He's just a bit of a carefree person.

He didn't hold back in praising her.

It was as if he wanted to give Chen Baiyu all the amazement he had accumulated in Beijing.

Chen Baiyu listened half-heartedly, occasionally humming in response, but her gaze unconsciously drifted towards Qi Yueyao, who was still clinging to the door frame.

Qi Yueyao didn't pay much attention to the two adults' warm greeting.

Her attention was drawn to the small television screen in the ward.

On the screen, the Olympic-level female archer is holding her breath, her posture upright like a pine tree, slowly drawing back her recurve bow. Her movements are elegant yet powerful, the bowstring taut to its limit, the arrow pointing steadily at the bullseye. The whole scene is filled with a beautiful blend of movement and stillness, and a high degree of focus.

Qi Yueyao's eyes lit up as she looked at it.

Her little face was clearly full of longing, and her focused expression even temporarily overshadowed the paleness brought on by her illness.

At that moment, the light from the television seemed to shine into her little heart as well.

However, the good times did not last long.

Perhaps the patients in the ward wanted a change of pace, for the TV beeped softly and the screen suddenly switched to a lively cooking program.

The dazzling light and shadow effects and the host's noisy words instantly replaced the tense silence.

Qi Yueyao felt as if she had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

Her small body visibly slumped, and her tiptoes came back down.

She pouted in disappointment, and the lively expression on her face brought by the sports competition instantly faded.

He withdrew his gaze, still wanting more.

She looked at her second uncle and Chen Baiyu, who were still talking enthusiastically. She reached out her little hand and tugged at her second uncle's clothes. Her voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated her second uncle's praise of Chen Baiyu: "Second Uncle, I want to play archery."

Uncle was getting really into describing "your aura back then" when Qi Yueyao pulled him, and his enthusiasm deflated like a balloon with a hole punched in it.

His excitement instantly turned into helplessness and worry: "Oh dear, my little darling!"

As he spoke, he quickly squatted down.

Looking at her niece with concern, she said, "You've only just had a preliminary check-up for your heart. Didn't the doctor say that you need to rest at this stage, avoid getting too excited, and definitely avoid strenuous activity!"

"Archery is no joke! You have to put in a lot of effort, right? And you have to aim, right? If you get too excited, your heart can't take it! Sweetie, let's just watch TV for a while. When you feel better, your second uncle will take you to the amusement park to ride the bumper cars."

He tried his best to coax her.

An attempt was made to replace it with a gentler activity.

His older brother couldn't solve his niece's heart condition at Anzhen Hospital and Fuwai Hospital in Beijing, but now this overseas-trained expert at West China Hospital seems to have a better chance. He can't afford to waste this opportunity.

Qi Yueyao pouted even more.

She shook her head stubbornly, a rare occurrence for her, her big eyes filled with a stubbornness beyond her years and a longing that was hard to explain: "It's not that I have to shoot... I just want to go and see, just to see. To see others shoot arrows, to touch the bow, that would be fine too."

Her voice lowered.
With a pleading tone and a hint of barely perceptible grievance.

It's like yearning for a small window to the vibrant world outside.

Looking at the faint light in his niece's eyes, like a small flame that had been extinguished but had been rekindled, and at her pale face, which was paler than that of other children her age, his second uncle felt a sudden pang of sorrow rise in his throat.

This illness is like a sword hanging over the heads of my eldest brother's entire family.

They've restricted all the carefree running and playing that children should have been doing.

He was truly at a loss, but he couldn't bear to see his child so disappointed. So, his heart softened, and he asked with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice, "Yaoyao, do you... really want to go? Why do you suddenly want to watch archery?"

He really couldn't understand why this niche sport had suddenly attracted the young girl.

Qi Yueyao looked at him.

She glanced at Chen Baiyu, who was standing silently beside her, and a look on her small face appeared that was beyond her years and mixed with a bit of imitation of Chen Baiyu's "indifference to worldly affairs".

He then rolled his eyes slightly and said in a tone that was half imitative and half childishly serious, "You'll understand when you reach my age."

These words, tinged with a childlike maturity, struck Uncle's heart like a gentle hammer.

Looking at my niece's weak yet stubborn and longing expression.

The slight hesitation in my second uncle's heart was completely shattered.

Yes, the child is physically weak.

There are already few things that can make you happy.

Seeing how much she wanted to go, and then agreeing to just watch...

Perhaps, we really should go and take a look?

Fulfilling her small wish might cheer her up and perhaps even aid her recovery? It's better than her being cooped up in the hospital.

"Row……"

My second uncle seemed to have made up his mind.

He let out a long breath.

With a complex smile of indulgence and helplessness on his face, he said, "If you want to go, your second uncle will take you to see it."

As he spoke, he frantically pulled his phone out of his pocket.

He swiped his finger across the screen, muttering to himself, "I need to see if there's any archery range or club around here. This kind of thing is probably a bit niche..."

As he scrolled through map apps and searched his contacts for friends in the same industry, his brow furrowed involuntarily.

Just as the second uncle was fiddling with his phone, muttering "which relative used to work at the sports bureau here," Chen Baiyu, who had been silently observing from the side, suddenly brightened up.

The scene of playing cards last night is vividly clear in my mind.

Zhao Lei's face was talkative, exuding a chivalrous air and wide connections.

And then there were his stubborn, pretentious words, even though he was almost broke: "I, Zhao Lei, dare not say anything else, but in the Chengdu sports circle, as long as it's related to sports, whether it's football, basketball, swimming pools, or high-end sports like taekwondo, archery, or fencing, I know eight out of ten owners, and I can at least talk to them... Even if you don't run your own gym, who doesn't have connections in the circle? Of course, I don't have a very good relationship with the martial arts gyms in the same industry. If it weren't for your help, I would have been worried to death about what happened last time."

That's it!

An idea took shape in an instant.

Chen Baiyu knew what to do!

Although he didn't have any healing abilities, he did know some people who wanted to do something.

Before her second uncle could continue his search, Chen Baiyu stepped forward and interrupted him.

He spoke in a low voice.

His tone remained calm, yet carried a reassuring certainty: "No need to investigate. I'll take you somewhere to practice archery. A legitimate place, run by someone I know, quiet environment, professional and safe equipment."

Chen Baiyu paused.

His gaze swept over Qi Yueyao, whose little face was tilted up and whose eyes suddenly lit up, and then he looked at his second uncle, whose face was initially surprised but then turned to surprise.

"Why don't you go back to your ward and get ready? I'll call him to confirm the time and come back to you soon."

Before her second uncle could even express his gratitude, Chen Baiyu deftly pulled out her phone, swiping her finger across the screen to find Zhao Lei's contact information.

He then walked to the window at the end of the corridor.

The sunlight outside the window outlined his tall and straight figure, and a faint sense of relief dispelled the gloom that had lingered in his heart for a moment.

(End of this chapter)