madnovel Chapter 154 A Mind-Blowing, Unconventional Masterpiece
Chapter 154 A Mind-Blowing, Unconventional Masterpiece
Chapter 154 A Mind-Blowing, Unconventional Masterpiece
Having seen this, Chen Shunchen finally understood why Yuji had been hospitalized.
But "a specialist in infectious diseases? What's that all about?"
"Where is Miss Kisaragi?"
Why would Ms. Kisaragi help Yuuji?
"What methods did she use to help Yuji get out of his predicament?"
"Is there some little-known loophole in the stock market?"
Chen Shunchen was completely baffled and could only continue reading the story of "The Plunge," searching for the answer within the narrative.
I opened my eyes and woke up to find an old man in a white coat, reeking of alcohol, standing in front of me.
I tried to move, but found that my body was wrapped in bandages.
Not long after, Okimoto walked in.
As soon as he saw me, Chongben started yelling at me: "What are you doing, you piece of trash! Useless idiot! Moron! I knew I shouldn't have hired you!"
"Did you wipe it off?"
I wanted to say "What's wrong?", but because my tooth was knocked out and my mouth was swollen, I couldn't pronounce it correctly at all.
When Okimoto heard what I said, an angry expression appeared on his face. It was also the first time I had heard about the work content of the second shift.
In order to become social elites, children from good families study hard, which can accumulate enormous pressure, and this pressure may lead them to commit crimes.
In order to prevent their children from going astray, wealthy parents hire servants to provide these young masters with opportunities to beat and vent their anger.
My job is to be beaten up.
But I beat the customer's son with a stick.
This situation put Okimoto's company in a life-or-death situation!
Okimoto cursed at me for a long time before finally leaving the ward with a livid face.
The drunken "doctor" could tell I had no money left and couldn't afford the medical bills, so he just told me to get lost.
then.
I was kicked out of the hospital in a dilapidated wheelchair.
Although it's called a hospital, it's just a dilapidated building, and that drunken bastard is definitely an unlicensed quack!
I sat in my wheelchair, not knowing where to go or what to do.
He could only use his right hand, the only part of his body that he could still move, to push his wheelchair aimlessly.
Although my "personal stock price" is very low, I am a victim of violence, so I plan to call the police.
Unfortunately, before I could reach the police station, my wheelchair got stuck in the ditch on the sidewalk, and I was trapped and couldn't get out.
Upon seeing me trapped, an office worker and a middle-aged woman immediately rushed towards me.
Without a doubt, they want to help me and boost my "personal stock price"!
"Afraid of being released from jail! Juncha!"
I have difficulty speaking clearly, but the middle-aged woman could understand me and wanted to take me to the police station to find the police.
However, she got into a dispute with the office workers.
The two of them weren't acting out of any good intentions; they just wanted to use the act of helping others to boost their own "personal stock price."
After a long discussion, the two decided to take me to the police station together, as if they were helping me together.
When the police saw that I was covered in bandages, they looked nervous and asked me with concern what had happened.
"The man named Okimoto has ruined me like this (that stupid person)."
It took me a lot of effort to say those words.
As a result, when the police checked my ID card, they found that my "personal stock price" was very low and that I was a "suspicious person".
Their attitude towards me changed completely at once.
"You've wasted your time; there's no benefit in helping someone so worthless."
After the policeman finished speaking, he turned to look at me, as if he wanted to ask me if I had done something wrong to end up like this.
After all, catching the bad guys is one way to boost the stock price.
"I was a victim of online harassment (I am a victim)."
Since my "personal stock price" is so low, my complaints seem to have little effect.
The police received other cases and stopped paying attention to me.
This infuriated the commuter and middle-aged woman who brought me here!
"To joke like this when I'm already overwhelmed with work is a waste of my time!"
The office worker cursed loudly, and after seeing that no one was around, he suddenly slammed his fist down on my head!
"If we don't do this, it'll really make me furious!"
When the middle-aged woman saw me being beaten, she showed no pity. Instead, she spat at me and then left the police station.
Faced with this situation, I was truly at my wit's end and could only leave the police station in my wheelchair.
Since I was penniless, I had to sleep in the park from that day on.
Fortunately, I met a kind person who collects recyclables. He gave me some corrugated cardboard and plastic sheeting, along with some food, which allowed me to maintain a very basic standard of living.
But—only my right hand can move.
Even a month later, the situation remained the same.
A month later, a man approached me, a disabled person living in the park.
He told me he was a GG agent and asked if I had a job.
I was worried he was a "stock gatekeeper" asking about my recent situation.
To avoid being delisted, I had no choice but to lie and tell them that I had a street sweeping business.
But the other party saw through my thoughts and told me that he had a great job and wanted me to work with him.
I don't know what the job entails, but I can only move my right hand, so I guess I probably won't be able to do it.
But the result was a pleasant surprise.
Because this job is very simple, it doesn't require labor or doing anything, yet you can get paid.
Even though I'm disabled, I can still do it.
I was starving, so I naturally agreed to the job.
In the hospital's waiting room, many patients waited for their names to be called.
"Expert on tinea cruris and various fungal infections! Expert on tinea cruris and various fungal infections! Expert on tinea cruris and various fungal infections!"
The female nurse shouted loudly in the waiting room.
The strange name made everyone look at each other and burst into laughter.
"Is the expert on tinea cruris and various fungal infections available?"
Although the name made me feel a little embarrassed, I still raised my right hand: "I'm here!"
Expert in tinea cruris and various fungal infections—that's my new name.
That person's so-called job where you can get paid without having to work.
They bought out my naming rights.
The more someone rejects a name as an individual's name, the higher the price they can sell the naming rights for.
Because the contract I signed was with a pharmaceutical company.
Therefore, my name is no longer "Yuji" but "Expert in Tinea Cruris and Various Tinea Diseases".
Of course, this contract is not that simple.
Not only do I have to change my name, but I also have to be called by my name more than three times a day in the dermatology waiting room of the hospital.
In order to get more money, I also sold my face.
They tattooed the words "Expert in Tinea Cruris and Various Tinea Diseases" on my forehead and cheeks.
Simply put, I am no longer Yuji.
I became a wheelchair-bound guy called "Expert in Tinea Cruris and Various Tinea Diseases".
Chen Shunchen read this far, only to find that the manuscript had no next page.
has it ended?
Is this the final outcome?
Most of the questions have been answered.
But where is the most important reversal?
Who is Ms. Kisaragi?
Also, why can't Yuji see?
If the story ended here, its completeness would be far too low.
Chen Shunchen was about to ask a question.
Then Jiang Liumei came to his side with a copy of the manuscript: "Teacher Chen Shunchen, this is the remaining manuscript of 'The Plunge'. Teacher Wucheng said that the story ends here."
Chen Shunchen politely took the manuscript with his hand, and only then did his heart slowly settle down.
Because the story of "The Crash" is not over yet.
As expected of Maishiro Kyosuke.
Even with a time limit, I will definitely write the story to perfection!
With the intention of watching the entire finale in one go, Chen Shunchen turned to the last few pages of the manuscript.
"Good morning!"
"Dr. Infectious disease specialist, how are you feeling today?"
Upon hearing Ms. Tamaru's words, I slowly replied, "Perhaps it's the effect of the anesthetic? I feel a little dizzy, but not uncomfortable."
Miss Tamaru laughed melodiously when she heard what I said.
I was a little curious as to why Ms. Tamaru hadn't come to the hospital yesterday: "Ms. Tamaru, you took the day off yesterday, right?"
"Where did you go? Were you on a date with your boyfriend?"
Upon hearing my words, Ms. Tamaru immediately replied, "Disease expert, you are joking. I don't have a boyfriend."
Having nothing better to do, I continued, "Really? So, Ms. Tamaru, what kind of person do you like?"
Ms. Tamaru was silent for a moment: "Someone like a disease expert."
I paused for a moment, then asked, "Is that a compliment?"
Miss Tamaru quickly replied, "I'm not just flattering you, I mean it!"
When I heard Ms. Tamaru speak so earnestly, with a hint of shyness in her voice, I wondered if she was truly sincere.
To avoid an awkward atmosphere, I suggested continuing to tell her what happened after I sold the naming rights.
I thought this would bore her, but Ms. Tamaru seemed quite interested in my story.
Please make sure I tell her.
"Expert on tinea cruris and various tinea infections, expert on tinea cruris and various tinea infections, expert on tinea cruris and various tinea infections."
My new name was called out three times by the hospital staff.
With my only usable hand, I pushed the wheelchair forward, shouting, "I'm here!"
Although I was scammed, my face was even marked with "GG".
But anyway, you get paid every day just for being called by your name.
For me now, it's shameful.
But this is my only source of income.
Amidst the disdainful looks of the crowd, I signed in and left the hospital.
A tall woman in a business suit looked at me with a charming smile.
I ignored her because I hated myself for how I looked.
But the woman came up to me and handed me a business card.
They must be trying to scam me again!
I couldn't be bothered with it and pushed my wheelchair away.
The woman quickened her pace and spread her arms to block my way.
He shouted out my original name and recounted my experiences, which felt like a lifetime ago.
She told me that she was Kisaragi Mutsumi from the Fujiyama Company, which helps people who have fallen to rock bottom to reintegrate into society!
I scoffed at what Kisaragi Mutsumi said.
Ever since my brother Koichi got involved with contraband, I haven't encountered a single good thing or a good person.
I didn't want to be deceived again, so I wanted to push my wheelchair away.
"Mr. Yuji, do you really want to spend your whole life being called an 'expert in tinea cruris and various tinea diseases,' earning a pittance and living a miserable life?"
When I heard what Kisaragi Mutsumi said, I shook my head: "I've heard enough of this kind of talk. I was once badly deceived by someone like you who is all talk and no action."
Kisaragi Mutsumi held my hand, staring into my eyes: "Yuji, you're not going to be a miserable person all your life. We can save you. Just consider it another time you've been fooled, and listen to my advice, okay?"
I arrived at the luxurious office of Fujiyama Company and listened to Kisaragi Mutsumi tell me about her plans.
"Mr. Yuji, you can't give up."
"Don't you want to turn things around? You're clearly exceptionally capable, yet this is how the stock market perceives you."
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"Look back at those stock market gatekeepers who framed you and made you a criminal," and those close friends who stood by and watched you perish. The most despicable thing is the stock market!
"Don't you want to make a comeback?"
I tapped my broken legs and left hand with my right hand and said with a bitter smile, "The doctor who treated me was a quack. Even though I have a good hand, my upper arm is bent. I'm a cripple now, and there's no way I can make a comeback."
"Besides, I don't have any money. What value can someone like me create for you?"
Kisaragi Mutsumi told me that he would pay for my medical treatment, but I had to sell my "personal stock" to a trust fund.
Although this will delist my "personal stock," due to the legal gray area, the person who controls all my stock will become my new parent.
They will rebuild my stock price, and once it reaches its peak, they will relist me, giving me a new lease on life!
Kisaragi Mutsumi exuded confidence in every gesture, and then gave me a detailed explanation of her plan for a fresh start.
Mori, the "stock market gatekeeper" who recalls the evil look in his eyes.
Hashimoto sold my stocks without regard for our relationship, severed our "best friend" bond, and never even called me.
I was gradually moved by Kisaragi Mutsumi. After all, I had already suffered enough. If I were deceived again, how much worse would it get?
I was taken to the hospital and underwent a thorough examination.
The doctor told me that both my hands and feet could be healed, and that he could also increase my height by 10 centimeters, reduce my waistline by 10 centimeters, increase my muscle strength, shape my upper body into an inverted triangle, increase my hair volume by 30%, and reduce my face size by 15%.
In short, not only will my "personal stock price" be reborn, but my appearance and attitude as a person will also be reborn!
However, this process will be arduous and painful.
But the thought of being able to be reborn made me sign the agreement without hesitation.
I even fantasize that if my value increases, will I one day be able to become a couple with Ms. Kisaragi?
The next day, I began the surgery.
My eyes have been diagnosed with early-stage cataracts.
To facilitate my rehabilitation, my eyes were also modified.
At first, the doctor told me what kind of surgery I needed to have to remove the GG tattoo on my face.
But because I've had so many surgeries, I don't even know which part I've had work done on in the last few days.
They are often taken directly into the operating room.
Anyway, I wouldn't understand even if you explained it to me, but I trust the doctor and Ms. Kisaragi.
After most of the surgery was completed, I was told that the surgery was successful.
Although I can't see and my neck and below are under anesthesia, the thought of being reborn makes all the pain worthwhile.
"So, Mr. Disease Expert is waiting for his second life, right?"
I happily replied to Ms. Tamaru, "Yes, after I recover, I will have a new life!"
Upon hearing my words, Ms. Tamaru mustered her courage and said, "Dr. Corridor Disease Specialist, I'm sorry, I investigated Ayako and Ms. Emi's cases out of curiosity."
"After Ms. Emi got married and had a child, her husband was to inherit Emi's father's business."
I heard what Ms. Tamaru said, and my feelings were somewhat complicated.
It's not that I have any lingering feelings for Emi, it's just that the thought that position should have been mine makes me a little angry.
"After breaking up with the pediatric specialist, Ms. Ayako worked in the sex industry for a while and even lived with a customer at the shop. As a result, she was deceived by that bad man, and her stock almost got suspended from listing."
"However, Ms. Ayako is doing well now; she passed her exam to become a nurse."
"In short, Emi and Ayako both went on to pursue their own paths in life."
I didn't react much to what Ms. Tamaru said, because I had hardly thought about what happened to them afterward.
"Dr. Coronary artery specialist, if you could relive your second life with one of these two women, who would you choose?"
The faces of the two people flashed into my mind.
Personally, I think Ayako is much better than Emi, who has a stubborn temper, and she's also more family-oriented.
But if I marry Emi, I can inherit her father's company; if I marry Ayako, I'll only ever be a bank employee.
Ms. Tamaru sighed, "It's still Emi, right?"
I didn't reply; I just remained silent.
But then I felt the bed shaking violently.
"What's wrong, Miss Tamaru?"
I heard Ms. Tamaru spit out a word, and then she said coldly, "Ms. Ayako's story has a sequel. Ms. Ayako, who became a medical professional, saw one day that the man she had once been engaged to was admitted to the hospital."
"So she switched jobs with her original caregiver."
"The original caregiver was called Tsuchiya."
"Do you understand, Yuuji?"
Hearing Ms. Tamaru's words, I was stunned: "How could this be? You're lying! I don't believe it!"
Ms. Tamaru, or rather, Ayako, screamed, "You're disappointed, aren't you? Because I'm not Emi."
Hearing Ayako lose control of her emotions, I quickly explained, "Ayako, I was just about to choose you."
Ayako kept kicking the hospital bed, yelling, "You big liar! I actually expected Yuji to choose me!"
I didn't know how to answer, so I could only apologize and say, "I had no choice but to break off the engagement."
I felt like a bottle of water had been poured over my head.
Then came Ayako's cold voice: "What do you mean by 'forced'? You're just doing this for your own advancement!"
"Ah! There's a fly!"
A crisp slapping sound rang out in the ward; something kept hitting my face.
"But it's all for the best. To see the man who abandoned me reduced to this state, to even see him on his deathbed, makes me so happy!"
Hearing Ayako's words, I asked in surprise, "What do you mean by 'dying'? I'm going to live another life from now on!"
Ayako slapped my face while yelling at me.
"Yuji, you're so stupid. Those people from Fujiyama Company aren't treating you at all; they're just cutting up your body and selling it."
"Do you know? You no longer have eyeballs on your face because you've been sold, and the same goes for your hands and feet."
"The reason you can't move is because without a large amount of anesthesia, you would discover the fact that you've lost both your hands and feet!"
I don't believe what Ayako said.
"Who would believe something like that?"
"You just resent me; you're unwilling to accept that I was reborn!"
"Or perhaps you want to reconcile with me? I'm sorry, but I need to improve my own worth and marry a woman as outstanding as Miss Ruyue. Someone like you should find a man of equal value!"
Fortunately, I didn't marry that kind of woman. People with low stock prices are also low in character.
Ayako slapped me: "Kisaragi just instructed me to give you sleeping pills. We're going to get rid of Yuuji today."
"If Yuuji had chosen me, I would have wanted to help you. I was so stupid. I'm not going to help you anymore."
"If you don't believe me, then see for yourself. Oh dear, I'm so sorry, you don't have eyes anymore, but you didn't take sleeping pills, so listen with your own ears."
Ayako slapped me and turned to leave the ward.
Then I heard the sound of high heels and the familiar scent of perfume.
It's Miss Kisaragi.
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