Chapter 4: Rage Damages the Liver, Late Nights Cause Baldness
This loan shark was truly driven mad by Rong Ziyin.
In the world of private lending, let’s be honest—you need some connections to get started. He himself had only built up such a large operation by relying on a young master with family ties. Over the years, he’d managed to look the part. Not only had he never dealt with a penniless student like Rong Ziyin before, but he’d even encountered some real tough customers in his line of work. Yet, it was this impoverished student who kept giving him the runaround.
Setting the trap had been a struggle, and when it came time to close the net, Rong Ziyin nearly slipped away, leaving him with nothing but trouble.
Now, being reduced to threatening him with a few text messages was already unbearably humiliating. He never imagined Rong Ziyin would actually come looking for trouble, provoking him and trying to squeeze him.
The more he thought about it, the more bitter it tasted. This loan shark grabbed his phone, ready to dial right away.
He owed 200,000 yuan, yet the first repayment was only 60,000, split into two installments. Who did he think he was?
But someone beside him slapped his shoulder. “Calm down, man. Who do you think you’re trying to kill?”
“That college brat! I’ve cursed his ancestors eighteen times over!”
“Calm down.” The loan shark’s buddy quickly pulled him back. “This guy’s got nothing to lose. He’s already got the police and courts on his side. You’re practically asking for trouble!”
“I’m his fucking creditor! He should be calling me daddy!”
“Give it a rest! He nearly overturned the court case just by saying the money trail couldn’t be traced. If that young master hadn’t found you a top-notch lawyer, he could’ve flipped the script and sued you for fraud. You’d be sitting in jail right now.”
The friend’s blunt words were harsh but true. Hearing this, the loan shark calmed down considerably and set down the bottle in his hand.
Seeing this, my friend quickly pulled the loan shark back to his seat, poured him another drink to help him cool off.
This friend was also in the same line of work, so he understood better than anyone that Rong Ziyin was a tough nut to crack. Not just this loan shark—even the young master above him wouldn’t fare well if things went south.
It was pure coincidence that this young master shared a dorm with Rong Ziyin. Their academic performance was worlds apart, which only deepened the young master’s contempt for Rong Ziyin—the academic star favored by all the professors. He constantly sought ways to provoke him.
Throughout their three years at university, he’d rallied the rest of the dorm to humiliate Rong Ziyin, but Rong Ziyin never took the bait. After joining the professor’s research group, he practically lived in the lab, making it impossible to corner him.
Thus, the young master’s pent-up anger festered until the end of their junior year, only deepening his resentment toward Rong Ziyin.
To make matters worse, there was the matter of the direct admission spot.
The veterinary department had only one direct admission slot this year. Rong Ziyin was already the top student in the department, and since his sophomore year, he had been doing research with his advisor. If things continued as they were, he would easily secure the direct admission qualification.
The rich kid hadn’t been fixated on that spot to begin with—after all, with his family’s wealth, he might not even practice veterinary medicine after graduation. But when he heard Rong Ziyin was aiming for it, he became determined to fight for it.
Unable to compete on academic merit, he resorted to smearing Rong Ziyin’s character to ruin his chances of the direct admission. Thus, he orchestrated a frame-up, saddling Rong Ziyin with a baffling 200,000 yuan debt.
Yet who could have predicted that despite the clear setup, Rong Ziyin would fight his way out? Though the case wasn’t overturned in the end, the rich kid didn’t fare well either, suffering a major loss at Rong Ziyin’s hands.
Originally, after Rong Ziyin’s disqualification, the rich kid only needed to rank in the top five of his department in the final exams of his junior year to secure the guaranteed admission spot.
Yet no one knew how Rong Ziyin managed it—he somehow got the rich kid caught cheating during the exam. This led to uncovering the rich kid’s past suspicions of having someone take his CET-4 and CET-6 exams for him, nearly getting him expelled from school.
Word was he got beaten by his elders and grounded after returning home. Thus, the rich kid and Rong Ziyin became sworn enemies. Now, the rich kid was holding onto that 200,000 yuan debt, determined to destroy Rong Ziyin.
But while he might try to destroy him, the loan shark genuinely dared not call Rong Ziyin anymore. Recalling how Rong Ziyin always pinpointed flaws in their arguments with the slightest evidence during face-to-face confrontations, the loan shark genuinely dared not utter a single unnecessary word—let alone curse.
Clutching his phone, the loan shark sat back down and took a sip of beer. The cool liquid sliding down his throat finally quelled his urge to cause trouble for Rong Ziyin.
Still, whenever he recalled those two thirty-yuan transfers, he couldn’t help but feel utterly frustrated.
Meanwhile, on Rong Ziyin’s end, after arranging all the petri dishes, he washed his hands, changed clothes, and prepared to go to sleep.
Seeing him so relaxed, the system couldn’t help but sigh again. “When will this debt ever be paid off?”
Rong Ziyin smiled. “Don’t worry, it might be settled soon.”
He habitually checked his coin balance—another 4,700 gold. Most of it came from that vet who ripped him off and the loan shark.
Just three hundred gold coins short of five thousand. His luck had never been good at this—he couldn’t manage five consecutive draws, so single pulls were better. And three hundred coins really wasn’t much—if only he could scrape it together.
Rong Ziyin thought it over. For long-term development, he couldn’t keep fleecing the same sheep. So he finally dialed the on-call number for the neighboring village’s veterinary station.
“Hello?” Wang Dazhuang snatched the phone from amidst a flurry of chickens, ducks, and geese awaiting inspection. The background roared with noise, clearly indicating Wang Dazhuang was swamped with sampling duties, working tirelessly.
Rong Ziyin held the phone in silence for a moment before finally saying, “Get some rest early,” and hung up.
Wang Dazhuang: ???
Instantly provided Rong Ziyin with 1000 anger points, enough for a five-pull.
Rong Ziyin happily tapped the five-pull option and even pulled out a basket, clearly intending to stockpile salted duck eggs.
The system watched it all with a bored expression, not expecting Rong Ziyin to actually pull anything.
But unexpectedly, the next second, the wheel that had only shown gray light suddenly lit up. After four consecutive salted duck eggs, a huge SSR emblem finally stamped itself right in the center of the wheel!
Simultaneously, a massive gate abruptly materialized before Rong Ziyin. Its rustic texture stood out distinctly, though the center featured a pair of winking eyes with a microphone pressed against its lips.
No matter the angle, it looked anything but proper.
System: Holy crap, what the hell is this?
Rong Ziyin clicked to open it and instantly fell silent.
SSR Skill: [Thunderclap, This Heaven-Piercing Cultivation]
Why does yours have voice narration when all others are flat text manuals?
Rong Ziyin’s mind instantly filled with the roaring rap anthem, leaving the System thunderstruck for a moment.
Yet upon reading the skill description, it proved surprisingly useful. Essentially, it enhanced Rong Ziyin’s veterinary knowledge and granted him a highly practical ability. Not only did it elevate his diagnostic skills, but it also accelerated the recovery speed of every creature he treated.
But how fast exactly?
This vague description felt unnervingly unfamiliar. Just then, a furious pounding erupted at the door.
“Doctor Rong! Doctor Rong! Are you home?”
“Who is it?” Rong Ziyin opened the door to find a dirt-covered youth standing outside. Spotting him, the boy immediately grabbed Rong Ziyin’s arm and tugged him toward the exit.
“Doctor Rong, please help! Something terrible happened at my house!”
The boy spoke with surprising eloquence, summarizing the situation in just a few sentences.
His family ran the village’s largest pig farm, with one particularly robust boar serving as the breeding sire. Modern pig farming relied on artificial insemination. So despite the farm housing nearly twenty pigs, only two boars were needed to impregnate all the sows.
Everything had been fine until tonight, when this particular boar went berserk. Not only did it escape during artificial insemination, but it also injured someone.
“By the time I came out, my dad was already lying there unable to move. The neighbors helped tie up the boar, but it was clearly still agitated and impossible to restrain.”
“Doctor Rong, please come help us!”
The young boy was clearly terrified, dragging Rong Ziyin toward the house.
Rong Ziyin stumbled from the pull, too rushed to change clothes, but at least remembered to grab the medical kit.
When they arrived, goodness gracious—a crowd had gathered, with a tractor parked nearby, seemingly ready to haul someone off to the county hospital.
“Dad, Mom, I brought Doctor Xiao Rong!” The boy pulled Rong Ziyin through the crowd. His shout instantly silenced the chaotic scene.
【Awkwardness Level +300】
Rong Ziyin glanced over and instantly understood the situation.
The man they were lifting onto the tractor was the boy’s father. Blood was gushing from his lower abdomen, and his left leg was twisted at an unnatural angle, clearly immobilized.
The boy froze for a moment before realizing. His parents had originally told him to call the village clinic doctor, but the stubborn kid had only heard the word “doctor” and ended up fetching Rong Ziyin, a veterinarian.
But seeing his father bleeding relentlessly, with a leg that seemed broken, he knew hauling him to the county seat in a tractor would likely cost him half his life.
So Rong Ziyin stepped forward to administer emergency treatment.
The cut on his lower abdomen looked large but wasn’t deep—just needed debridement and hemostasis. The leg injury appeared far more serious. After a cursory examination, Rong Ziyin was surprised to find no fracture, likely just a hairline crack. He applied simple immobilization and, after confirming it could withstand jostling, urged them to rush him to the county hospital.
“Wow! Honestly, it doesn’t hurt nearly as much now! Our Doctor Rong is amazing—truly a top student!” The man’s pallid face had brightened considerably as he hurriedly thanked Rong Ziyin. Simultaneously, he granted Rong Ziyin a whopping 1000 gratitude points.
Truly an honest soul.
“Hurry to town. Drive carefully.” Rong Ziyin saw them off and shouldered his medical kit to head back.
Passing the pigsty, the tied-up boar in heat was still grunting inside. A stream of comments appeared above its head: “Let me roam free, I need a mate!”
System: Tsk! Rogue.
Rong Ziyin: No worries, they’ll probably send a castrated one tomorrow.
Holy crap! That casual? The system was instantly alarmed, but Rong Ziyin calmly explained.
Breeding boars aren’t easy to raise. To keep them healthy, you have to constantly push them to exercise—at least two hours daily—while meticulously planning their diet to maintain their desire for female pigs. All told, it’s no less demanding than caring for sows during their postpartum recovery.
That’s why large-scale breeders typically have strict standards for boar temperament. Aggressive boars like this one are usually culled. Right now, the male owner is hospitalized, but his injuries aren’t severe—he’ll likely return tomorrow morning. Even if he stays longer, it won’t be for days. With only his wife and children at home, once the man sees the doctor, he’ll definitely discuss with the neighbors to have Rong Ziyin come tomorrow and quickly neuter this boar to prevent it from lashing out and hurting people again.
“So that means cutting off that thing?” The system felt a vague chill in its lower body.
Rong Ziyin was genuinely curious: “Do systems even have genders?”
The system was speechless, feeling profoundly wounded. It unilaterally decided to cut ties with Rong Ziyin for half an hour. However, if Rong Ziyin was willing to appease it, the cold war could end early.
But for a quasi-straight guy, this whole “cute little wife throwing a tantrum” scenario was completely lost on him. So when the half-hour ended and Rong Ziyin still hadn’t initiated reconciliation, the System felt even more like a complete fool.
As for Rong Ziyin himself, after showering, he settled comfortably into bed ready for sleep.
Though he’d been out for two hours late at night, the rewards were substantial.
Not only had he helped someone, but he’d also earned over 3,000 gratitude points from the pig-farming family—all of them, big and small. And these points kept trickling in, adding dozens or even hundreds at a time.
Sure enough, a whole family of good people. Nothing like that loan shark with his petty, narrow-minded ways.
But just as this thought flashed through Rong Ziyin’s mind, the system alerted him: [Anger Points from Loan Shark: 200]
So this loan shark was still furious?
Rong Ziyin sat pondering for a moment, then decided to send the loan shark a message.
“Anger damages the liver, late nights cause baldness. Get some sleep—I’ll definitely pay you back.”
After sending it, Rong Ziyin felt something was missing. He added another message: “Bro, never would’ve guessed you’re such a sentimental guy.”
With that, he shut off his phone and closed his eyes to sleep.
Five minutes later, the system stared at the skyrocketing three thousand gold coins and suddenly had a strange thought: Could Rong Ziyin be planning to drive that loan shark to his grave?
Though it didn’t match the mission requirements, it was indeed a clever alternative approach. After all, Rong Ziyin’s loan shark had been a trap from the start.
Late into the night, Rong Ziyin slept soundly. But both the hospital and the loan shark faced nights that were anything but peaceful.
The situation at the county hospital was peculiar.
The aquaculture magnate, whose leg had been shattered in the collision, was initially immobilized and unable to move. Yet after Rong Ziyin stabilized and administered first aid, the man felt as though his leg wasn’t injured at all.
By the time they reached the county hospital, he was hopping in on one leg.
The county hospital doctors fell silent after examining him.
X-rays revealed the farmer’s leg was indeed only fractured. With medication and rest, it would heal fine. As for the rest… Rong Ziyin had handled everything perfectly, leaving little for the doctors to do.
Finally, he added casually, “Just go to your village doctor for dressing changes. No need to come back to the county hospital—all that jostling could aggravate the injury.”
As soon as the doctor finished speaking, he noticed the awkward expressions on the faces of the aquaculture farmer and his wife, along with the neighbor who had brought them in.