The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 170

“4,000 gold coins?” Jiang Fei was stunned when he heard the number.

“Based on the exchange rate, one million RMB should convert to 2,000 gold coins, right? Why has it doubled? Did I miscalculate before? That can’t be!”

As a former STEM student, Jiang Fei quickly ran the numbers again in his head. Last time, the Jiang Family Clinic had earned a net profit of 110,000 RMB, and he had received roughly 220 gold coins. Dividing the figures, it indeed meant the system rewarded him with one gold coin for every 500 RMB in profit. The ratio was absolutely correct—no mistake there.

One million divided by 500 should unquestionably yield 2,000 gold coins. No doubt about it…

Yet, as Jiang Fei stared at his wallet, there were unmistakably 4,000 extra gold coins—double the expected amount. He was baffled. After a long pause, a sudden possibility struck him. He asked Bai Ruoxi to hand him his phone and immediately called Ye Yuanyuan.

In Jiang Fei’s mind, the system couldn’t possibly be wrong. It wouldn’t arbitrarily increase the exchange rate between RMB and gold coins. That left only one explanation: Ye Yuanyuan had given him extra money!

“Ye Yuanyuan, how much did you just transfer to the Jiang Family Clinic’s account?” Jiang Fei asked urgently.

“You already know about the transfer? That was fast!” Ye Yuanyuan sounded surprised but replied calmly, “I sent two million. Didn’t you say you were short on cash and needed it urgently? So I squeezed the sanatorium for double the amount.”

So that was it!

Jiang Fei burst into laughter. In an instant, he had gained an extra two million RMB—and 4,000 gold coins. The sudden windfall was so overwhelming that he couldn’t stop grinning.

Not only had he become an instant millionaire in real life, but he also now had enough gold coins to spare. No more worrying about running out of funds for hidden weapons or elixirs.

Hearing Jiang Fei’s laughter, Ye Yuanyuan said dryly, “What, do you think it’s too much? If you can’t use it all, you can have Lin Moli return a million to me. I won’t say no.”

Jiang Fei immediately stopped laughing. “Too much? I wish it were more! If I’d known the sanatorium was an easy target, I would’ve asked for ten million! Anyway, that’s that. If any other wealthy patients come along—the kind who don’t care about money—feel free to call me. Doctor Jiang guarantees a cure for all ailments!”

…

Jiang Fei’s gunshot wound had nearly healed by the next day.

The reason? Last night, he had exchanged for a Golden Sore Ointment from the system and had the nurse apply it. The effect was immediate—overnight, his injury had improved significantly.

This kind of treatment was exclusive to Jiang Fei. The hospital staff didn’t object to him using his own medicine, given his reputation as the “Miracle Doctor of Traditional Chinese Medicine.” In all of Jincheng, no one dared claim to be a better physician than him. An ordinary patient wouldn’t have been allowed to use self-prescribed remedies.

And this was Jiang Fei holding back—he didn’t want to recover too quickly.

Everyone knew the severity of his gunshot wound when he was admitted. If he healed at an unnatural pace, it would cause a sensation.

If not for that, Jiang Fei could’ve simply exchanged for legendary healing items like the Nine-Turn Bear-Snake Pill from the Xiaoyao Sect or the Huiyang Five-Dragon Ointment from the Kongtong Sect. With those, he could’ve been discharged within an hour!

Since his injury was mostly healed, Jiang Fei woke up early. Turning his head, he saw Bai Ruoxi sleeping beside him.

The hospital bed, though technically a single, was spacious enough for two. Bai Ruoxi had always been disciplined—unlike Lin Moli, she wasn’t one to laze in bed. But she had just returned from abroad two days ago, still jet-lagged, and had rushed to the hospital to care for Jiang Fei. Exhausted from the busy day, she was still sound asleep even as daylight streamed in.

Bai Ruoxi slept on her side, a few strands of wavy hair draped over her face, making her look like a lazy kitten—a stark contrast to her usual strong-willed demeanor.

Her delicate features, fair skin, and long lashes filled Jiang Fei with warmth. Not wanting to wake her, he gently kissed her cheek in a silent “good morning” before carefully slipping out of bed.

Testing his mobility, he stretched lightly and pressed his wound. It still ached if he exerted himself, but the pain was bearable—he was healing fast. At this rate, he might even meet the hospital’s discharge criteria tomorrow.

“Ah! You—you shouldn’t be out of bed yet!” Nurse Jia Ling gasped when she saw Jiang Fei outside his room, hastily setting aside her newspaper.

She and another nurse were assigned exclusively to Jiang Fei, taking shifts to monitor him around the clock. The petite nurse had been on duty last night, and Jia Ling had just taken over at 7 AM.

“Shh…” Jiang Fei pressed a finger to his lips, glancing back to ensure Bai Ruoxi was still asleep before closing the door. Smiling, he said, “I’m much better now. Just needed some fresh air.”

“But gunshot wounds take weeks to heal…” Jia Ling said skeptically.

“Remember the special ointment I had you apply? I’m a doctor myself—and a pretty good one, especially with external injuries,” Jiang Fei replied, stretching in the hallway.

“Oh… right.” After a pause, Jia Ling actually believed him. She held up the newspaper. “It says here that you’re a miracle doctor.”

Curious, Jiang Fei asked, “I made the news?”

Jia Ling nodded eagerly, handing him the paper while stealing a few shy glances. To her, Jiang Fei was undeniably charming—even with all the beautiful women visiting him yesterday, she hadn’t felt the slightest jealousy.

As Jiang Fei skimmed the article, Jia Ling asked, “Would you like breakfast? I can bring some for you.”

“Yes, please. Enough for two,” Jiang Fei said without looking up.

Nurse Jia Ling hurried off. The hospital had arranged special meals for Jiang Fei—three courses a day, no compromises.

…

The shooting incident had been severe, with implications far beyond what the average person could imagine. Yet media coverage was conspicuously absent.

The police and military had jointly suppressed the story. In official circles, sensitive matters were rarely reported before full investigations concluded.

Instead, today’s headlines were dominated by the rollercoaster events at Qiao Yiyi’s Jincheng concert—the fan uproar, the “Black Ocean” protest (where 40,000 fans fell silent and turned off their lights), and finally, Jiang Fei’s jaw-dropping, world-class piano performance, which had stunned everyone present.

Footage of Jiang Fei’s piano solo, initially leaked via shaky fan recordings, was later officially released in high definition by Qiao Yiyi’s agency. Overnight, it went viral, earning praise from music critics and even renowned pianists, who hailed him as a “master pianist.”

Even the Huaxi Metropolis Daily featured Jiang Fei for the third time, now with a detailed profile—his age, background, even his height. Multiple outlets marveled at his “once-in-a-generation talent.”

And rightly so. Excelling in one field was rare enough, but Jiang Fei had reached the pinnacle in two completely unrelated domains—medicine and music. If not for the undeniable proof, people would’ve dismissed it as fantasy.

Practically overnight, Jiang Fei became a sensation—no longer just “Qiao Yiyi’s rumored boyfriend” but a national icon. Reporters and paparazzi clamored for interviews, branding him China’s pride.

Miracle Doctor of TCM. Acupuncture King. World-Class Pianist.

With titles like these, it was no wonder the media was in a frenzy. Even Qiao Yiyi’s fans stopped claiming Jiang Fei was “unworthy” of her—now, they called them a “match made in heaven.” Some even argued that a genius of Jiang Fei’s caliber was slumming it by dating a pop star.

Fans also learned that Qiao Yiyi’s vocal recovery was entirely thanks to Jiang Fei’s treatment. Their past sightings together? Just medical sessions.

Fortunately, Jiang Fei’s hospital stay was kept under wraps, with soldiers guarding the premises. Paparazzi couldn’t get near him.

Frustrated, they swarmed the Jiang Family Clinic, digging for any scrap of gossip to fuel their stories. Ironically, this free publicity turned the clinic into a nationally renowned TCM hospital—no endorsement from Qiao Yiyi needed.