Then why does it always exist? There must be a reason.
It's just that even if Old Tang is cheating, there's nothing he can do about it.
"Claim mission reward!"
A year's worth of life extension reward was added to his life balance, two years and eight months, exhilarating, truly exhilarating.
In fact, if it weren't for President Lei's single knife strike, and President Wang's car taking out a significant chunk out of his life balance, along with cancer occasionally chipping away at it, by now he would have had at least three or four years.
But this was not too little, at the very least, he wouldn't need to rush while fighting legal battles, even if someone tried to delay him through procedures, he wouldn't have to worry.
When he checked the additional reward, Old Tang suddenly froze.
"Simulated Grief Pseudo (one-time)"
Truth be told, the moment he saw this reward, Tang couldn't figure out what it meant.
However, in the next second, an idea struck him—could this really be the same type of grief simulation he had previously envisioned?
Having lived two lives, Old Tang didn't feel too deep about real heinous crimes since he rarely encountered them; most of the time, if one did encounter them, those would be the end of it.
What he truly detested were some of the confrontational situations in daily life.
There are always people who cannot control their temper, like when driving and they insist on merging lanes forcefully; if you don't let them, they might even get out of their cars to argue with you.
Some of them would even resort to physical violence!
If you fight back, it turns into mutual combat; if you don't retaliate, forget about finding the other person later, even if you do, it would just end in mediation...
Or at other times, when these people provoke you, argue with you, and even initiate physical confrontations, ending up in mutual combat, it can be truly unbearable.
Even after mediation, the other party would show no regret, remaining arrogant as ever.
Back then, he had thought, if he had a cheat, he'd definitely create something to simulate grief, to teach those who readily resort to violence a lesson!
Even if it meant lying in a hospital bed for several months, it would be worth it.
But seeing the word "pseudo", it seemed that this grief simulation wasn't as amazing as he had imagined.
The system didn't offer any explanation, so it looked like he would have to figure it out on his own. After all, a reward for a completion rate of six hundred percent should be decent.
As long as it had half the functionality, the reward would be incredible!
He still had to diligently complete missions, aiming to fully acquire both Resurrection Armor and grief simulation capabilities!
Yet, after the excitement, he remained alone.
He did have places to go, his elder sister had called several times, Ju Haiqing had come by quite often to drop off things, and his migrant worker friends had specifically brought him gifts before heading back home.
There were also people like Old Song who had invited him to spend the New Year together, but Tang had declined them all.
In others' family reunions, he would be an outsider; he needed to get used to this loneliness in the future and even enjoy it.
She now felt troubled in her heart, and when she tried to reason with the family, they simply said they had made a mistake.
The police also said, since there wasn't any loss, just let it go, as it was the New Year after all.
So, she could only send a private message online to ask Lawyer Tang what she could do in this situation.
After pondering for a while, Old Tang replied with a message, "Where are you right now? If it's convenient, let's meet up."
He sent the message without hurrying to cancel the ticket, waiting to see the other party's response.
Such a good deed was something he certainly wanted to investigate. By now, he seldom encountered instances involving helping elderly people.
The influence of that verdict from years ago had been too profound.
Of course, Old Tang wouldn't say something like "If you don't have money, why bother helping," as he was only interested in the case itself and indifferent to anything else.
Meanwhile, at the Lyuzhou Second Hospital, Chi Yan, who had just finished her night shift, was changing clothes, her normally attractive face now clouded with gloom.
The previous incident had taken a toll on her.
Chi Yan had always believed the world should have more good people. Besides, the elderly person looked so helpless when they fell, and as a medical professional, it felt natural to help.
But she never expected to end up in such a predicament.
What chilled her heart even more was that after the surveillance video showed it wasn't her fault, the other party stopped communicating altogether.
It was as if their insistence on her paying at the hospital never happened.
Was a simple mistake acknowledgement enough to resolve everything?
The police's words left her feeling helpless, suggesting she couldn't do much about it, and since she didn't pay any money, it's the New Year after all...
Unable to contain her frustration, she thought of reaching out to Lawyer Tang, although she didn't hold out much hope.
After all, Lawyer Tang handled big cases—migrant workers' wage claims, unfinished buildings, and so forth.
Her own issue was small, too small for Lawyer Tang to bother with, and besides... even Chi Yan herself didn't know what could be done about it.
Cases of being framed for helping the elderly seemed to always end up inconclusive in the past.
Sighing, she took out her phone to check her messages.
That's when she saw a new name among the private messages: Tang Fangjing.
Lawyer Tang, Lawyer Tang replied to my message?
Chi Yan quickly opened it and was even more baffled—meet up? She was going to see Lawyer Tang just like that?
She had only been thinking about seeking some advice, and having a consultation would have been satisfying enough, but was Lawyer Tang planning to come to Lyuzhou?
Just as she was about to reply, her private message inbox began to blink again.
"By the way, I'm in Lyuzhou right now, hurry up and make some time!"