Lao Huang Yu
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God of Medicine: the National Guardian
Modern Five years ago, Lin Hao was framed up and kicked out of his family for his true love, reduced to a powerless man who had been hunted down by his brother since then. However, he grasped a slim chance of survival and returned to power: being rescued by a master on the verge of death and learning Traditional Medicine from him. Five years later, he defeated all Gods of War in eight counties, earning the reputation of Holy Invincible God of War. In the meantime, he was also the renowned Medical Sage who could cure dying patients and whom everyone worshiped. To treat his seriously ill daughter, Lin Hao came back to his motherland, where he had to be wary of family members who always plotted against him and enemies from foreign countries who hadn’t stopped persecuting him at the same time. So let’s join this journey with Lin Hao to slay enemies, protect his love, and tide over all crises. You might like
Ex-Wife, Please Have Some Self-Respect
Fritz Heaney I was driving through a rainstorm in upstate New York, pushing my old Volvo to the limit just to pick up a Dior gown for my wife, Catarina. She needed it for a gala tonight, where she planned to spend the evening standing next to the man she actually loved, Atticus Deleon.
The truck hit me head-on, crossing the center line and sending my car rolling down an embankment in a shriek of twisted metal and shattered glass. As the steering column crushed my chest, my brain didn't see a white light; it was pried open by a digital tsunami, flooding my mind with the "Quantum Archive"-billions of data points on surgery, high-frequency trading, and combat.
I woke up in the ICU with three broken ribs and a concussion, but the only thing waiting for me was a screaming voicemail from my wife's assistant.
"Jorden, where the hell are you? Catarina has been waiting for thirty minutes! You are so incompetent it's actually impressive."
There was no "Are you okay?" or "Are you alive?"-only fury over a ruined dress and a missing tie. While I was being resuscitated, my wife was on Instagram, singing "Endless Love" with Atticus and laughing at my "tantrum." She even called the family lawyer to freeze my credit cards, wanting to make sure I couldn't even buy a coffee without her permission.
For three years, I had been the "useful husband," the doormat who apologized whenever she stepped on my toes. But the accident had overwritten my desperation with cold, hard logic, and I realized I had almost died for a woman who viewed me as a liability with a negative return on investment.
When Catarina finally stormed into my hospital room to demand an apology for ruining her night, I didn't look at her with the usual puppy-dog eyes. I looked at her with ice in my veins and handed her a manila envelope I had drafted myself.
"Sign the divorce papers, Ms. Evans. I'm done being your canary."