"I am Tai Chi Medicine Immortal. From now on, you are my successor bestowed with Tai Chi Sutra as well as Life and Death Jade. Your mission is to heal and sublimate the world..." Francis felt like entering a misty void, and along with the voice of inheritance, his mind was loaded with a tremendous amount of information.

Martial arts, leechcraft, mysterious acupuncture, and cultivation methods kept flooding his brain... When a Life and Death Jade swarmed into his palm, Francis couldn't help screaming, "Ah..." He woke up and found himself in a hospital, his entire body scarred.

He tried to recall it, remembering that he was beaten up by a gang and thrown out of the bar.

The pain from his head confirmed his memory.

But he was also shocked to find that dream so vivid, "Could the dream be real? That's ridiculous."

Francis muttered but was stunned when he closed his eyes.

There was really a Tai Chi Sutra in his mind.

"It can't be true!"

Francis still couldn't believe it. Then he opened the Tai Chi Sutra and cultivated according to the methods.

If he couldn't achieve anything, then the Life and Death Jade and Tai Chi Sutra were just a joke.

But the truth stunned Francis again.

In less than half an hour, he felt a little stream of warmth in his Dantian.

Then it spread to his limbs and bones.

Where it passed, he felt very comfortable.

In the meanwhile, a faint Tai Chi diagram appeared in the palm of his left hand... the Life and Death Jade.

The while color represented life and the black death.

There were seven rays of light on each side. The shadows were light yet distinct.

Francis thought he might accidentally stain the pattern and thus wiped it on his thigh, only to find the Tai Chi diagram still there.

And it started to spin.

The next second, a string of information suddenly crossed his mind. Status: 13 bruises, third-degree damage to internal organs, and slight concussions.

Cause: violent beating by a gang.

Restore or destroy?

Francis froze there. What was this?

He subconsciously ordered restore, and then the Life and Death Jade started to spin before a streak of white light entered his body.

Crack... then, an abnormal change underwent in his body.

His blood vessels went feverish uncontrollably, and then his entire body became scalding. Francis felt like his every cell was running wildly.

His bones also cracked along.

Soon after that, Francis's body shook suddenly, and all his pain was gone. The bruises on his arms and face also healed.

At the same time, the white light on the Tai Chi diagram went a little dimmer.

"So, this is the magic of restoration."

Francis was very excited. While others could restore antiques, calligraphy, and paintings, his Life and Death Jade could restore health.

It looked like the dream was real.

God blessed him.

Francis quickly got up from the bed and sprinted to the inpatient department.

He pushed open the ward door where his mother was taken in.

At the sight of his skinny mother with her eyes closed, Francis rushed to her and put his hand on her stomach.

Status: anemia, myocardial strain, gallstones, stomach cancer... Cause: years of hard labor, irregular diet, wind-cold erosion.

Restore or destroy?

Francis blurted out, "Restore!"

The Life and Death Jade spun again, and five streaks of white light entered Betty's body.

Within his mother, there was a battle going on. Countless cells were boiling and rushing like a charging army.

Boom... After a while, Betty's head shook.

Francis subconsciously shouted, "Mom..." Betty slowly opened her eyes, and her pale face showed some ruddiness, "Francis, I'm hungry..." Francis wept with joy.

He drew back his left hand and found only one streak of white light left.

Apparently, it would consume more white light to restore serious illness or injuries.

Francis didn't have the time to think about how to restore the white light and only wanted to take care of his mother.

15 minutes later, Francis brought over a bowl of congee and cautiously fed his mother.

This was the first time that Betty had an appetite in the past six months.

After the meal, Francis called over the beautiful doctor.

After an examination, the doctor changed color in shock, "Impossible!"

Betty recovered.

After knowing about her recovery, Betty insisted on getting discharged from the hospital.

Apart from worrying about the cost of hospitalization, she had been sick of staying there and wanted to go back home as soon as possible.

Francis couldn't persuade her and had to go through the discharge procedures.

During the process, Francis thought his account should be almost empty. To his surprise, he was refunded 95,000 yuan.

After an inquiry, he learned that someone deposited 100,000 yuan in the hospital account yesterday.

Francis checked it and found it was Rosie who transferred the money.

He felt a stream of warmth in his heart. Rosie did care about him.

Francis kept 5,000 yuan for his mother to spare, returned the rest to Rosie, packed up the things, and then left the hospital.

As soon as he supported his mother to the gate, three luxury cars brushed past them.

They drove very fast.

The wheel almost ran over Betty's toe.

Francis roared, "What's wrong with you? Hurry to die?"

Betty gently advised, "Francis, it's okay, it's okay."

The luxury cars backed off and stopped. The door was opened, and a young man with earrings got off, cursing, "How dare you curse Mr. Hope! Do you have a death wish?"

Then, Donny, Jane, and others showed up.

"Ho, isn't this Francis? Kid, you can take a beating! You come out so fast?"

At the sight of Francis, Donny came up and gave a spurious smile, "Copper Skin and Iron Bone?"

"Your mother is also discharged?"

"You borrowed no money and bring her back home, waiting for death?"

"Do you want me to sponsor a nanmu coffin?"

His companions laughed out loud with disdain and ridicule in their eyes.

Jane was as reserved as ever and showed more contempt towards Francis.

To borrow money, Francis acted humbly and even knelt. Jane already lost interest in humiliating him.

Francis said in a deep voice, "Donny, how dare you curse my mother! Do you want to die?"

"Die? Who the hell do you think you are?" Donny tapped the ground with his leather shoes overbearingly, "You are bold to take me on now?"

The youth with earrings echoed, "You miss the beating yesterday?"

Their female companions chuckled behind their mouths.

"Kneel, kowtow, and apologize."

Donny pointed at Francis, "And I'll let this pass, otherwise, I will send you and your mother to the morgue."

As Francis heard that, his eyes turned cold, "Don't push it."

Donny sneered, "Or what? Dissatisfied?"

His henchmen took out their expandable batons and surrounded Francis while stretching their necks.

Jane said indifferently, "Francis, don't play the hero. Kneel and apologize, Donny is not someone you can mess with."

"Young man, young man, don't resort to violence!"

At that moment, Betty pulled her furious son, stepped up, and smiled at Donny, "Mr. Hope, I used to do housekeeping for your family and know your mother. For my sake, don't take it personally."

"He is young and ignorant whereas you are magnanimous. Please spare him this time."

Betty smiled obsequiously.

"For your sake?"

Donny sneered and spat on Betty, "Who the hell do you think you are? Why should I care?"

"You old fool has dignity? Can you afford it?"

To anyone, such a rude manner was offensive, but Betty didn't dare to fight back and chose to live with it.

Even humiliated, ridiculed, or bullied, she would not stir up trouble. It was not because of her generosity, but the pitiful nonentities had no choice.

"How dare you treat my mother like this! Do you have a death wish?"

Clenching his fists, Francis wanted to rush up under a fit of passion, but his mother held him tightly.

Jane was furious with Francis's stubborn attitude, "Francis, you still prefer the hard way? Do you think you and your mother can afford to offend Donny?"

"Kneel or what? You knelt before, and we all know it, so don't strike an attitude."

She tried to mediate in for two reasons. First, she already lost interest in humiliating Francis; second, she could demonstrate her generosity in public.

Unexpectedly, Francis didn't appreciate it at all, "Don't worry, I'll never kneel again."

Jane was out of patience, "If you don't take my advice, then I can't help you."

"If I don't step in, you could barely keep your life."

She raised her chin proudly.

Francis roared brusquely, "Get lost!"

Jane's pretty face turned cold, "Donny, it's up to you. Do whatever you like."

"Mr. Hope, Francis is ignorant, please forgive him. Rest assured, Francis will not offend you ever again."

Noticing the ferocity in Donny's eyes, Betty hurriedly dragged Francis behind, "Please don't make it hard today."

"Take the money as a token of our respect. Mr. Hope, you and your men can have some tea."

Betty took out 3,000 yuan, stooped humbly, and stuffed it into Donny's pocket.

Slap... Donny gave Betty a backhanded slap.

Betty shouted involuntarily in alarm, "Mr. Hope..." Slap!

There came another clear slap.

"You insects dare to ask for my forgiveness?"

Before Betty could react, Donny followed with a kick.

Betty grunted and staggered backward.

Whoosh!

Just then, Francis flashed by.

Before Donny could see it clearly, he felt his neck was gripped.

Francis throttled Donny and smashed him into the window of a luxury car. He was so fast that everyone was unable to follow his movement.

Bang!

Under the spectacular impact, the car window cracked instantly, and Donny's head was covered with blood.

His strength was sensational.

This was not over yet. Francis twirled his hand to throw the dizzy man on the ground and kicked at his arm mercilessly.

Crack!

Following a clear snap, Donny's left arm broke instantly.

Stunned by the scene, one of his companions rushed towards Francis.

Without even looking, Francis slapped him away five meters with a backhanded move.

Blood gushed out of his mouth and nose.

Everyone was struck dumb.

No one had expected Francis to be so strong and fierce.

Betty was also stunned with her mouth agape.

Francis didn't stop there but crooked his finger at the rest, "Bring it on, all of you."

Four men roared and rushed over.

Francis crushed them by dint of superior speed and strength.

Each punch or kick from him knocked down one man.

Thwack... The four men fell under his brutality, getting bloody noses, swollen faces, and broken limbs.

"What..." Everyone was shocked.

Those pretty girls looked incredulously at Francis. Never had they expected the loser to be so strong.

"Impossible!"

Jane couldn't believe her eyes. Francis somehow knocked off so many people?

She was supposed to see him kneeling and begging for mercy rather than showing his prowess.

With shocked faces and admiring eyes, those onlookers looked at Francis, and Jane's heart convulsed.

A stream of inexplicable fire rose from the bottom of her heart.

The man dumped by her should be good for nothing. How did he suddenly become so strong?

Did he take drugs in the hospital?

Yes, it should be like that, otherwise, he couldn't have been so tough.

Then Jane secretly gritted her teeth. You could fight, so what? In modern days, could you overcome knives, bullets, and countries?

Without diploma, background, and connections, you were destined to lead a mediocre life.

After a self-comforting catharsis, Jane gradually felt better.

Just then, Francis was slowly walking to Donny.

"Kid, how dare you hurt us!"

Despite his shock, Donny was still aggressive, "Do you know the consequences of hurting me?"

Before the man could finish, Francis slapped him directly.

Two of his teeth fell out, and his mouth was covered with blood.

Then, Francis grabbed him by the neck, "Fill me in, what are the consequences?"

"Francis, enough!"

Jane stood out angrily, "You're making a terrible mistake. If you don't stop now, you will regret it..." Slap... Francis slapped Donny again, "What mistake?"

Donny roared, "Screw you!"

"Dissatisfied?"

Francis slapped him hard once again.

Covering his cheek, Donny showed a resentful look but didn't dare to talk back.

Jane was pissed, "Shit..." In her mind, only Donny could teach Francis a lesson, not the other way around.

Francis patted Donny's face lightly, "Tell now, what consequences and mistake?"

Full of grievances, Donny gritted his teeth in the end, "I admit defeat today, what do you want?"

Francis clasped his throat imperturbably, "Slap yourself ten times, apologize to my mother, and compensate, otherwise, I'll cripple you."

Betty tugged at his sleeve, "Francis, forget it, let him go."

Under Francis's gaze, Donny somehow felt terrified.

Although it was a disgrace for him to be bullied by Francis today, Donny believed the man meant his words.

He clearly felt the change in Francis. The man was not a worthless loser anymore.

He could even feel the chill from Francis's fingers.

If he continued to challenge Francis, he would suffer greater losses for sure. He could swallow his pride today for the sake of killing the mother and son another day. Donny secretly made up his mind.

Then he grudgingly bowed his head to Betty, "Auntie, I'm sorry..." Following that, he slapped himself ten times and took out a few thousand yuan in compensation.

Despite her worries, Betty felt elated to hear the apology.

Francis stared at Donny and detected resentment in his eyes. He knew the man would retaliate sooner or later.

As an idea crossed his mind, the Life and Death Jade lit up.

In the meanwhile, a string of information appeared in his mind. Status: Early stage of liver cancer, syphilis, broken arm.

Cause: excessive drinking and sex, drug addiction, beaten up... restore or destroy?

Francis selected destroy without the slightest hesitation. He knew that meant aggravation of his illness.

A streak of black light entered Donny's body.

"Ah..." Donny screamed inexplicably and then slipped off Francis's hand.

Late-stage of liver cancer.

Francis snarled, "Get lost..." Donny left with Jane and others resentfully.

When he watched Donny's sorry plight, a flash of brilliance crossed his eyes.

He was already a dead man...