Chapter 4: How Many Kinds of Injuries Did He Take?

Returning home, Jiang Changkong thought for a moment and allocated 16 points to Iron Shirt.

Another surge of power welled up within him, and a faint luster shimmered across his skin.

His strength increased once again, his spirits lifted considerably, and the feeling of exhaustion vanished completely.

Yet he still felt a bit drowsy. It seemed that only a perfected Iron Shirt would suffice.

Jiang Changkong: Ordinary Person

Iron Shirt: Mastery 1/100.

Essence: 5

Having already reached mastery, the next steps were perfection and surpassing perfection.

Essence could be upgraded infinitely—could it also upgrade a perfected Iron Shirt?

Moreover, after the enhancement, he felt a comprehensive improvement in his body, and most of his hidden injuries had healed.

This left him somewhat excited, and he lay in bed for two hours before finally falling asleep.

The next day, he continued to go to work.

Just as he finished arranging the tables and chairs, Ji Ziling arrived.

Zhou Wen had something to attend to and wouldn’t be coming today.

“Thank you so much.”

Not long after, a woman arrived—the same woman from yesterday.

“It’s what we should do,” Ji Ziling replied calmly.

“If it weren’t for Dr. Ji, my husband wouldn’t have survived yesterday.”

The woman expressed her immense gratitude, not forgetting Jiang Changkong: “And this young man too. My husband is slaughtering a cow right now. I’ll bring you some fresh beef later.”

He recovered so quickly and is already slaughtering cows again?

Is the healing ability in this world a bit too strong?

Jiang Changkong felt shocked but also found it reasonable.

“No need,” Ji Ziling said.

“Slaughtering a cow? Can I watch? I don’t want the beef, I just want to see,” Jiang Changkong asked.

“Watch? Of course, no problem,” the woman quickly replied.

“No,” Ji Ziling frowned. “You can’t be near knives.”

Jiang Changkong gave an awkward laugh. “I’m fine now. Don’t worry, I definitely won’t have any issues. I just want to watch.”

Ji Ziling’s frown deepened.

“It’s just watching, Dr. Ji. It’s fine. I absolutely won’t let him touch the knife,” the woman hurriedly assured. She wanted to thank Jiang Changkong, and since he wanted to watch, of course she would take him.

“Alright,” Ji Ziling agreed.

“Come, come, they’re slaughtering it right now.”

The woman cheerfully led him away.

The slaughtering spot wasn’t far, just behind the market.

The woman’s name was Li Xiaohua, and the one injured yesterday was her husband, Liu Kui.

While slaughtering the cow yesterday, they hadn’t restrained it properly, and he was gored by the animal.

Following Li Xiaohua, Jiang Changkong arrived at the slaughtering site.

Essence +1 +1…

Essence surged wildly. This single visit was worth several trips to the market.

Because here, they weren’t just slaughtering one cow.

Many butchers were also slaughtering pigs and sheep.

Cows provided the most Essence, followed by sheep, pigs, and dogs.

Li Xiaohua gave him a small stool.

He sat there watching until an hour later, when the Essence ran out, and he left.

He also mentioned he would come back in the afternoon. Li Xiaohua smiled and said he was welcome.

Freshly slaughtered cows, sheep, pigs, and dogs had the most vigorous Essence.

This time, he gained 13 points, bringing his total to 18.

If he could gain as much in the afternoon, it wouldn’t be long before his Iron Shirt reached perfection.

Returning to the clinic, seeing that Jiang Changkong was unharmed, Ji Ziling felt relieved.

It seemed his habit of impulsively stabbing himself was finally cured.

The clinic’s business wasn’t busy. There had been a few people in the previous days, but now there was no one.

Even minor cuts and scrapes were healed, so there really weren’t any injured people nearby anymore.

Jiang Changkong sat in a chair while Ji Ziling played on her phone.

Until noon, Ji Ziling put down her phone to cook.

Glancing at the phone, he saw a message:

“Baby, when are you coming back?”

Ying Yanxue: “I treat you as a good sister, but you want to sleep with me!”

Jiang Changkong was shocked; it seemed he had stumbled upon a hidden secret.

The phone screen went dark as Ji Ziling had already entered the kitchen.

He suddenly remembered that when they first met, Ji Ziling had stabbed him with a dagger.

Afterward, she had even wiped her hands clean.

Yesterday evening, when that severely injured man fell, she went to help the woman instead.

This Ying Yanxue must be the woman surnamed Ying from the clinic.

Snooping into others’ secrets wasn’t a good thing, so Jiang Changkong pretended not to know.

Such people weren’t unheard of in his past life, but it was still a pity.

Such a beautiful person—no wonder the boys at the Martial Arts School hadn’t pursued her.

“Time to eat.”

Half an hour later, Ji Ziling finished cooking and called him to eat together.

Every day, Ji Ziling cooked, and he washed the dishes.

In the afternoon, there were still no injured patients coming, so Jiang Changkong went early to watch the afternoon slaughter.

He lingered until 12 o’clock.

Total points: 30.

“Your Iron Shirt has reached the Great Accomplishment stage?”

As soon as he entered the clinic, Ji Ziling spoke up.

“Yes, I was lucky to break through,” Jiang Changkong replied.

Ji Ziling nodded and said nothing more.

Knowing her secret, Jiang Changkong didn’t think much of it.

That distant attitude—Zhou Wen was well aware of it.

In the evening, he left after work.

Jiang Changkong didn’t go home but went to the hospital instead.

Where else would there be the most injured people? Of course, the hospital.

However, to his disappointment, the injured patients at the hospital had stabilized their conditions, and their Essence had long since dissipated.

A wasted trip.

Should he resort to harming himself again?

Better to wait a little longer. For now, he could still gather Essence from the slaughterhouse.

He went home to sleep and continued working the next day.

He didn’t know where Zhou Wen had gone, as he still didn’t see him the next day.

As usual, he went to watch the slaughterhouse. Today was luckier—he gained 15 points in the morning.

In the afternoon, he gained 13 points.

58 points now. At this rate, his Iron Shirt would reach Perfection the day after tomorrow, and all his hidden injuries would be completely healed.

Life passed peacefully—working every day, watching the slaughter, and gathering Essence.

At night, he went to the hospital, just in case luck favored him one day.

How wonderful.

As expected, after two more days, he had gathered enough Essence points.

Essence: 115.

He directly added 100 points, and his Iron Shirt improved once again.

Iron Shirt: Perfection 1/400.

His strength increased a bit more. This time, he could lift the middle-aged man with one hand.

He no longer felt any discomfort, brimming with energy, and didn’t feel sleepy even at night.

Completely healed!

Next, he would surpass Perfection and enter the Martial Arts School!

After work, he headed home, planning to make another round to the hospital.

Not long after leaving the shop, a bloodstained figure appeared in his sight.

“Changkong, go call Senior Sister Ziling quickly!”

The bloodstained figure urged anxiously.

“Brother Zhou Wen?”

Jiang Changkong was stunned. This person was Zhou Wen—how was he so badly injured?

Essence +5, +3…

Damn, how severe were his injuries?

While gaining Essence, Jiang Changkong felt no excitement. He quickly supported Zhou Wen. “It’s after work hours now. Ji Ziling has already gone home.”

“Gone home?”

Zhou Wen’s face turned pale.

“What exactly happened?” Jiang Changkong frowned. “Do you have her number?”

“That bastard took my phone.”

Zhou Wen’s expression turned fierce, then panicked. “Run! They’re coming after us.”

Jiang Changkong looked over and saw two figures appear within his line of sight.

“I’ll carry you and run.”

Jiang Changkong hoisted Zhou Wen onto his back while pulling out his phone. “You make the call.”

“Changkong, put me down. You can’t outrun them,” Zhou Wen urged anxiously.

Jiang Changkong sprinted quickly. “If I can’t outrun them, so be it. At worst, I’ll get beaten up. There are surveillance cameras everywhere—do they dare kill anyone?”

Zhou Wen replied, “They’re my classmates, of course they wouldn’t dare kill anyone. But beating you up is unavoidable.”

“You should notify Ji Ziling first.”

Jiang Changkong didn’t respond, running for his life.

Zhou Wen had been good to him, and moreover, she was constantly radiating Essence.

He couldn’t bear to give up this continuous gain.

He was about to start working on surpassing perfection and entering the Martial Arts School.

Zhou Wen was a student at the Martial Arts School, and once he got in, she would be his senior.

Building a good relationship with her would bring many benefits.

As for getting beaten up?

He’d been stabbed with a knife before—what was a beating?

Hmm, he still had a small dagger in his pocket. If necessary, he could give it a try.

That dagger of his—Ji Ziling clearly had no intention of returning it.

He could only buy another one to keep in his pocket, ready to use when needed.