Cultivating My Powers in a Mountain Village

Golden October.

Chen Anquan sat on the jolting, old rural bus, staring out the window, utterly motionless, as if he were a sculpture that had long since turned to stone.

A black backpack was slung over his shoulders, and he gripped a suitcase with his right hand.

The backpack straps near his shoulders were worn through, exposing the white fabric beneath. The zippers on both sides of the suitcase were already rusty.

For Chen Anquan, who had come from the countryside, such things hardly mattered; as long as they were usable, that was enough.

Right now, his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the twist of fate that was the system he’d acquired.

Last week, he’d helped a patient with cervical spondylosis by performing a neck massage. Afterward, the doctor had asked him to do a cervical adjustment. Because there was no X-ray, Chen Anquan was reluctant. But the doctor warned him that the hospital had already collected the fee for the adjustment; no matter what, the procedure had to be done.

So, with reluctance, he gently twisted the patient’s neck.

The result was disastrous. The patient’s neck broke, and he was later transferred to the city hospital for cervical surgery. It seemed the patient could no longer move his limbs.

In the end, Chen Anquan was fired and had his medical license revoked, while the doctor walked away unscathed.

In his mind, Chen Anquan opened his attribute panel and looked at the plain numbers lined up, sighing inwardly:

Name: Chen Anquan
Age: 24
Strength: 1.2
Agility: 1