C44

At a certain c's shock section.

The editor in charge of operating the account, Chen Xiaolian, was strolling through the various forums everyday. He was scrolling through his Weibo, looking for materials that could make the headlines.

Various comments popped up in the backstage.

"This little brat must be retarded, to think that he would release such a content!"

"Hur hur, the opening title. The content is entirely fabricated."

"Shocked, I praise you so much for killing your entire family."

"…"

"Ha ha!" Seeing this, Chen Xiaolian simply gave a disdainful smile. Having worked in the Shock Department for so long, he had long since become immune to this.

As long as the title was shocking enough, these old masters would lightly tap in with their little hands, and he would be able to get his monthly allowance.

As for the complaints, just let him be.

What I don't know is that in addition to the shock department, there is silence department, shock department, touching department, secret department, frightened urine department, blush department, not to turn around is not Chinese department and so on.

The competition was extremely intense. Some people would mock them like this, but after watching a certain C News, they would be shocked fifty times a day, moved to tears sixty times, discovering over ten shocking secrets. Mi Country s would be frightened to the point of breaking out in cold sweat dozens of times a day, and the scalp would be terrified to the point of going numb dozens of times.

The title of a C is something only you can think of, and nothing they can't do.

Others say that the most vulgar route I've ever taken is one of C's.

Overall, this was a department that had been criticized by countless people but was unable to stop themselves. As for Chen Xiaolian, apart from running a public account, his daily job was to find good materials to use as headlines.

Couldn't find it? Then make up a temporary one!

Chen Xiaolian hummed a small tune as he continued browsing through the Weibo community. As he clicked on a post, he suddenly noticed something and exclaimed.

"Godly doctor, save a five year old child and bring him back to life on the spot!"

He opened up the pictures and videos on the screen.

"Not bad, this doctor. In order to make his clinic famous, he actually invited so many extras."

"And that girl, she cried as if she was real. These days, the extras are really too professional."

The quality of the video was a little blurry, but they could still clearly see the scene of Ye Lee giving acupuncture to the child and the child waking up.

The description said that the child was poisoned by natural gas and had been suffocated for more than an hour.

Chen Xiaolian's first reaction was to say that it was fake, too fake!

Anyone with a bit of common sense would know that the person who had suffocated for more than 30 minutes was gone.

Even if this poison method wasn't complete, after such a long time, he would still feel cold.

Was it a god who could be saved?

Since he was not a deity, he must be faking it. Chen Xiaolian's heart was filled with contempt. However, his hands quietly downloaded the post and the video.

He began to move the materials. He did have today's materials, but the title had to be changed.

"Shocked!" "A five-year-old child died of natural gas poisoning and came back to life half an hour later …"

It was the internet era, so any popular message could be sent out in a few minutes.

The familiar title of the Shock Department had attracted millions of people.

"Holy shit! We're shocked! What else can you do other than to be shocked?"

"It can't be fake, how can it be so godly, the Chinese medicine is all lies!"

"The crying expression is too exaggerated."

"Fifty cents for a post, I won't say anymore."

"Little brat, your whole family is shocked, from day to night. Do you know that they are shocked?"

"Isn't this Yunqi Street? Not too far from my home, when did a new set of Hospital open? "

"Upstairs, go see for yourself tomorrow and send us a message."

"..."

In the rented room.

After finishing his day's work, Ye Lee laid on his bed and immediately checked his own Attribute Panel.

Host: Ye Lee

Age: 22

Occupation: Doctor

Quest: The Great Doctor's sincerity: 28/1000 (176 days remaining)

Skills: Traditional Chinese Medicine Specialist (Intermediate), Tendon Splitting Bone Hand (Lower), Singer Specialist (Intermediate), Eye of Insight (Special lower), Swimming Eight Trigrams Palm (69% perfect)

Prestige: 235

Merit: 1

Remarks: Divine level secondary ring has been activated

In the past few days, he had accumulated quite a few reputation points from his continuous treatment.

On the Stats Window, there was an additional attribute, but he didn't know what it was used for.

"System, what's the use of these merit points?" Ye Lee asked silently in his heart.

After using up 10 Reputation points, Ye Lee once again received the System's answer.

"The merit value is a special energy. It can upgrade the skill to the maximum level again."

Currently, the highest skill that he had encountered was only a mid-tier skill. Could it be that after the high-tier skill reached the limit, he would need merit points in order to continue leveling up?

He concentrated his mind and discovered that the amount needed was insufficient. It seemed that these merit points needed to be accumulated to a certain degree before it would be useful.

Ye Lee recalled the events of the day.

If he could be said to be able to treat all kinds of diseases with his Middle Ranking Chinese Medical Specialist, then the ability to level up to Superior Grade Chinese Medical Technique seemed to have broken through a certain limit, pulling out from the gates of hell for those who were on the verge of death.

The feeling of being able to see through the essence of the human body and grasp the Qi of Life and Death was simply too wonderful.

It was the same feeling as when his brain felt like it was about to explode when he received the skill. It wasn't easy to bear, and even now, he still wasn't used to it.

As he thought about it, Ye Lee's eyelids moved, drooped down, and immediately fell asleep.

"..."

Early morning, the air was fresh.

Ye Lee washed up and stretched.

Speaking of which, it seemed that every time he had a headache, he would fall into a deep sleep.

After exiting the door, Ye Lee went straight to the scenery park, and arrived at a place not far from the Willow Pavilion.

The old man wore white training clothes under the willow tree and was boxing with every move. Those who often trained in the park had long since gotten used to this.

But if one took a closer look, they would feel that there was a very special sort of charm to the old tutor's punches and kicks. It was neither fast nor slow, and his hands were as soft as cotton.

In the eyes of an expert, this was clearly a profound fist art. His hands were as soft as cotton and as hard as iron!

Ye Lee's eyes did not even blink as he stared at the grandpa who was practicing his fist art. He took this opportunity to activate the progress bar.

The progress bar once again rose.

69%... 72%... 76%... 85%... 90%... 95%...

As the progress bar rose to 100, Ye Lee's mind boomed, as if a layer of glass had been broken.

He slowly let out a breath of foul air. His hands hung down, and his body moved as he pleased. Naturally, he put his fists up in front of him.

Ye Lee slowly threw out a punch and a palm, as if he was also practicing Tai Chi on the spot, while the others just treated him as morning training.

As usual, the grandpa under the willow pavilion finished his fist and withdrew his martial arts. When he looked towards a certain direction, his gaze unconsciously froze and he let out a soft 'eh'.

"Why did this young man start boxing as well?"

He had long noticed Ye Lee, this fellow had already been secretly watching him practice for two or three days, but he didn't mind, at most he thought that he was young and curious.

After all, even if he didn't have a teacher to personally teach him for five to ten years, he still might not be able to reach the Small Success Stage.