"Qin Yang, are you okay..."
The chubby guy was panting heavily in front of Qin Yang, apparently having run over hurriedly.
"Fatty?"
The chubby guy in front of him was named Guo Xiaobin. Last year, Qin Yang saved him from another group of thugs,
and he started to hang out with Qin Yang, listening to him closely. To the previous gangster Qin Yang, Fatty was considered a brother.
"Qin Yang, I heard you got into a fight, so I rushed over. Are you alright?" Guo Xiaobin panted heavily.
"I'm okay, but you need to shed some pounds." Qin Yang shook his head with a smile; the concern in Fatty's eyes was genuine.
"Qin Yang, I'll remember these two slaps."
Wang Shuai glared at Qin Yang, his face full of anger. Afraid Qin Yang might chase him, he anxiously pushed through the crowd towards the school building.
"Qin Yang, why did you beat up Wang Shuai?" Fatty's expression changed.
"I just did."
Qin Yang said indifferently; the guy was asking for it, so he simply obliged.
"Qin Yang, Wang Shuai's family is rich, and he knows some people in society. If he causes trouble at the barbecue again, it won't be good."
Guo Xiaobin's voice held a trace of urgency.
Hearing this, Qin Yang paused for a moment. In his memory, Wang Shuai had already caused trouble for his family's barbecue stand before.
"Forget it, I've already hit him. If he dares to mess with my family's barbecue stand, I'll make him regret ever being born."
A hint of coldness flashed in Qin Yang's eyes.
Even though this Earth has laws that prevent random killings, once his mana recovers a little, he has plenty of ways to make someone wish they were dead.
Ding-ling-ling~!
The clear sound of the school bell rang, and the crowd quickly dispersed, heading back to the school building.
"Qin Yang, are you going to class?" Guo Xiaobin asked.
"I'm not. You go ahead."
Qin Yang shook his head, patting Guo Xiaobin on the shoulder, signaling him to go to class.
"Then Qin Yang, I'll head back to class. Call me if you need anything."
Guo Xiaobin walked towards the school building. With the college entrance exam approaching, he carried the hopes of his family and couldn't skip classes randomly.
The once-bustling campus quickly quieted down after the bell rang.
"The urgent task now is to increase my strength."
With enough strength, worldly power and laws can't confine me. Maybe one day, I can break through the void and return to the Immortal Yuan Continent, Qin Yang thought.
However, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi in this world is shockingly thin, Qin Yang frowned, glancing at the not-so-blue sky.
Moreover, from the previous body's memory, it seems that the spirit medicines only include ginseng, antler, and the like, which are the lowest level of spirit medicine.
This Earth really is impoverished!
Qin Yang sighed, then walked out of the school gate.
Exiting the gate, Qin Yang began to wander aimlessly on the streets. Although he had received the previous body's memories, he still needed to adapt quickly to this new world.
On the streets, vehicles flowed continuously, and on both sides of the street stood tall buildings, including shops, restaurants, and residential buildings.
All these seemed quite novel to Qin Yang. These cars moved slowly, incomparable to flying swords, and the high buildings paled in comparison to the magnificent structures of the Immortal Yuan Continent.
Qin Yang silently critiqued in his mind.
As he walked forward, he found himself unknowingly in front of a large shopping center. The entrance was bustling with people.
Qin Yang looked at his shabby clothes and felt the ten bucks in his pocket.
He was still short of money. With money, he could buy some ginseng and antler, those low-level spirit medicines. This body of his also needed some changes, inside and out. To re-enter the path of Immortal Cultivation, a good body was indispensable.
After wandering near the mall for a while, his stomach growled. Qin Yang bought two skewers and chewed on them aimlessly. The taste naturally couldn't compare to the delicacies of the Immortal Yuan Continent, but it was better than nothing.
Just as Qin Yang was boredly chewing on the grilled meat, a crowd suddenly gathered at the entrance of the shopping mall.
"This old man was fine, then suddenly fell ill..."
"Yes, but this old man doesn't seem ordinary. Look at the two strongmen beside him."
"The person checking on him looks like a professional doctor..."
"..."
The voices of the onlookers reached Qin Yang's ears in bits and pieces.
"This country really has a lot of people who love to watch the excitement."
Qin Yang glanced at the crowd, swallowed the remaining skewer, and threw it into the trash can beside him. Then, he pushed through the crowd and went in.
On the cold stone pavement, an elderly man was clutching his heart tightly, his aged arm veins bulging, and his face unusually pale, his breathing extremely labored.
Beside the old man, a middle-aged man with glasses crouched, with a medical kit at his right hand.
After checking on the old man for a moment, the middle-aged man looked anxious and turned to a tall woman, saying, "Miss, the old man's condition needs immediate hospitalization. The medical equipment in my kit can't save him."
The tall woman had shoulder-length hair, wearing blue jeans that outlined her curves, and a casual white T-shirt on top. Her skin was fair, and her features were quite delicate and beautiful. From any angle, she was a standard beauty.
Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, the beautiful woman's face turned pale. What should she do? She had accompanied her grandfather shopping today, and he suddenly got sick; even after taking medicine, there was no improvement.
"A Biao, how much longer until the ambulance arrives?" The beautiful woman turned to ask a black-clad bodyguard standing by the old man.
"I've called the People's Hospital, the Military District First Hospital, and the Armed Police General Hospital. The soonest estimate is five minutes," A Biao replied.
"Five minutes, with grandfather like this..." The beautiful woman's heart was filled with urgency. She couldn't move her grandfather now; otherwise, she would have driven straight to the hospital.
The beautiful woman looked up in the direction of the ambulance's arrival, but all she saw was the crowd, which immediately soured her pretty face.
"A Hu, clear the crowd, make way!" The beautiful woman's voice held authority as she ordered another black-clad bodyguard.
"Yes, Miss."
The black-clad bodyguard named A Hu replied and forcefully charged towards the crowd. The two youths at the front, amazed by the spectacle, didn't even react before they were tossed aside by the bodyguard.
Seeing the black-clad bodyguard's forcefulness, the onlookers hurriedly made way.
In the crowd, Qin Yang didn't move aside and instead walked directly past the black-clad bodyguard, stopping three meters behind the beautiful woman.
"Hey, I can treat this illness..."
Qin Yang glanced at the pale, struggling old man on the ground and said.
The beautiful woman turned her head sharply, seeing a boy with dyed blond hair standing casually, wearing cheap street clothes. It was hard to believe he had the ability to treat illnesses, and her pretty face immediately turned cold.