Chapter 150: The Second Draw!

Just as Zhang Wenhao had finished learning the detailed information about the high-energy wave manipulation skill, the system prompted him once again: "The user has successfully redeemed the high-energy wave manipulation skill. The physical stats have increased by one point in spirit. The current physical stats are: Strength: 11, Intelligence: 12, Agility: 6, Constitution: 1, Spirit: 1."

Spiritual power is the key to high-energy wave manipulation. This type of high-energy wave is released from the human spirit rather than relying on brute physical force with hands and feet. However, the initial spirit stat was only 1 point, which left Zhang Wenhao feeling extremely depressed.

Zhang Wenhao tried following the method of high-energy wave manipulation in his mind, releasing the high-energy wave with all his might. Unfortunately, relying on the high-energy wave, he could only sense the situation within a range of less than two meters around him, and was completely powerless beyond that distance.

This left Zhang Wenhao deeply disappointed. He had not expected the high-energy wave manipulation skill to be so weak at the very beginning. Let alone using it to cure cancer patients, right now, even closing his eyes at night and relying on the high-energy wave to perceive his surroundings was somewhat impractical, since the range of perception was less than two meters.

Moreover, this kind of perception could not penetrate objects. In other words, when Zhang Wenhao closed his eyes and tried to perceive the space within a radius of less than two meters around him, he could only perceive the outlines of objects. For example, the high-energy wave would feed back into his brain that there was a table-shaped object in front of him, but if Zhang Wenhao wanted to know what was actually stored inside that table, he would find himself somewhat powerless.

Zhang Wenhao immediately thought that his current spiritual power was insufficient. If he tried to fully comprehend everything within a two-meter radius all at once, it would inevitably be a bit straining. Immediately afterward, he tried to concentrate the high-energy wave, no longer letting it scatter in all directions as before, but focusing it on a single point instead.

After a few attempts, Zhang Wenhao was finally gratified to find that his high-energy wave had penetrated the baffle of the small drawer on the right side of the table, perceiving the outlines of the items inside: a fountain pen, a notepad, and his own cell phone.

The range of perception was very small, unable to even cover the entire table. Just as Zhang Wenhao was preparing to try perceiving the contents of the large middle drawer, a severe headache struck. A deep part of his brain felt as though it were exploding—the pain was intense. Zhang Wenhao gritted his teeth, wanting to continue trying despite the headache, but no matter what he did, the high-energy wave could no longer be released.

"My spiritual power is simply too weak," Zhang Wenhao sighed helplessly. It seemed that he would need to practice frequently in the future to raise his spirit stat, which would also quickly improve his proficiency in high-energy wave manipulation. Most importantly, the level of the high-energy wave was too low. He was currently in a standard powerless stage; perception was the only thing the high-energy wave could do for now.

Thinking of Grandma Tian, who was suffering from terminal cancer, Zhang Wenhao could not help feeling a sense of regret. Grandma Tian's life was nearing its end like a lamp running out of oil. Given her current condition, even if she were placed in the best hospital, her life could only be extended by one or two months at most. To modern humanity, cancer remained an incurable disease. Countless dignitaries, world-renowned figures, and people of immense power and influence had failed to escape the nightmare of cancer, and Grandma Tian was no exception.

If his high-energy wave manipulation could reach the "potent" stage, he would be able to eliminate the cancer cells in Grandma Tian's body, but for now, he was still far too far away. In any case, she would never live to see that day arrive.

Three days later, Grandma Tian passed away peacefully in her sleep. In the early morning, her son ran all the way to the township government office to find Zhang Wenhao. Upon receiving the news, Zhang Wenhao rushed over immediately, only to find that the old woman had already passed on. Her son seemed to have anticipated such a day long ago, but he was deeply concerned about one question. He asked Zhang Wenhao, "Doctor Zhang, when my mother passed away, was she in pain?"

Seeing that the deceased's expression appeared very peaceful, Zhang Wenhao checked her body and then said with a trace of comfort, "The old lady died of organ failure. She should still have been asleep when she passed, without any pain at all."

Only then did her son truly let out a sigh of relief.

Returning to the township government office with a heavy and somewhat melancholic heart, Zhang Wenhao did not go back to sleep. He knew that he would soon leave Wanshan Township and head to the next place, and since it was impossible for him to save everyone's life, his focus should be placed on those who were still waiting for treatment.

The little boy suffering from enteritis had fully recovered. The previously listless little life was now full of vigor and vitality just a few days later, and Zhang Wenhao was credited with two hundred points as a result.

Nearly a hundred patients suffering from minor ailments were cured by Zhang Wenhao, yet this stingy system only rewarded him with a hundred and fifty points for it. Zhang Wenhao was so angry he cursed aloud; this was simply treating him like a beggar begging for scraps. However, the system was entirely devoid of human sentiment—if it gave you this much, that was all you got, and you had to take it whether you liked it or not.

As for the remaining patients, most of them had not yet fully recovered, so Zhang Wenhao temporarily did not receive any more point rewards.

A total of 569 rheumatism and arthritis patients were currently undergoing treatment by Zhang Wenhao. Many of them had already experienced tremendous recovery. Some individuals who had been bedridden for a long time were now able to walk on their own after Zhang Wenhao's treatment. Zhang Wenhao figured that in three more days, these people would be basically cured by him.

As for the dozens of tuberculosis patients, he simply did not have the time to wait for them to fully recover. Over these past few days, he had stocked up on ample medications for treating tuberculosis and had also given Han Ru a traditional Chinese medicine herbal formula for auxiliary treatment. To ensure the treatments would not be disrupted, Zhang Wenhao personally contributed fifty thousand yuan, handing it over to the township head, the party secretary, and Han Ru for joint custody. If the medications were insufficient, or if a few specific herbs in the traditional formula were running short, this money could be used to purchase them.

On this day, a funeral was being held at Grandma Tian's home. Having failed to cure her, Zhang Wenhao felt a twinge of guilt in his heart. Therefore, he offered a generous condolence gift of five thousand yuan to the Tian family, which somewhat eased his conscience.

After the funeral concluded, Zhang Wenhao summoned Han Ru and said, "Tomorrow, we will administer the final round of treatment for those arthritis patients. Tomorrow I will apply a set of heavy acupuncture needles, and then I will leave Wanshan Township. From then on, those tuberculosis patients will have to be treated by you."

The moment Zhang Wenhao produced that hefty sum of fifty thousand yuan, Han Ru had already realized that he would likely be leaving soon. Therefore, after Zhang Wenhao spoke, he did not look surprised at all. He nodded and said, "I know. There are far too many impoverished areas in Guizhou, and far too many patients urgently needing treatment. Doctor Zhang, you must travel to more places and do more for the impoverished people there."

Zhang Wenhao smiled faintly and replied, "That is also the purpose of my journey. Rest assured."

Han Ru then remembered the heavy needles Zhang Wenhao had just mentioned and asked, "Doctor Zhang, what are heavy needles?"

Finding it difficult to explain that it was simply a new terminology formulated by later generations of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners by synthesizing acupuncture with modern Western medical theories like neurology, Zhang Wenhao explained simply, "Heavy needles mean a greater number of needles, deeper insertion, and stronger force when twisting the needles. The cumulative treatments up to now have met the requirements for applying heavy needles. After this set of heavy needles is administered, they should be fully recovered within two days."

Han Ru nodded gently. Over the past few days, he had also learned some simple acupuncture techniques from Zhang Wenhao, though it was merely scratching the surface. Without three to five years, skills like these could hardly be considered truly mastered. He did not harbor extravagant hopes of learning heavy needles either, but his admiration for Zhang Wenhao grew increasingly profound. For a twenty-year-old youth to possess such miraculous and superb medical skills was truly astonishing.

Treating more than five hundred people for the final time consumed sixteen hours a day for Zhang Wenhao, taking up a full two days of his time. After finishing all this, Zhang Wenhao began packing his belongings to prepare for his departure while pondering inwardly: I wonder how many points the system will reward me with for curing these five hundred and some rheumatism and arthritis patients?

Added to his previous rewards, his currently available points stood at 1,680, bringing his cumulative points to 9,980—leaving a mere gap of 20 points from the 10,000-point mark. Once he passed those 20 points, he would earn his second lucky draw opportunity. Last time, he had drawn the top-tier medical skill package; what kind of good skill would he draw this time? Or perhaps, would he draw a worthless piece of junk skill?

Until the system reward was redeemed, even Zhang Wenhao himself lacked the confidence to guess.

Zhang Wenhao had originally planned to leave quietly at early dawn. By the time the villagers heard the sound of his engine, he would likely have already driven out of the village and headed straight for the county town. To his surprise, however, the villagers had known all along that Zhang Wenhao was leaving Wanshan Township this morning. Therefore, the moment Zhang Wenhao stepped out of his door and prepared to get into his car, he was astonished to find that the area outside the township government office was already packed with people.

Over the past few days, Zhang Wenhao's arrival had made him seem like a divine figure to the people of Wanshan Township. Thanks to his hands, virtually all the sick villagers had received highly effective treatments. In the past, every household had elderly members unable to move freely due to arthritis, but today, these very same elderly people had managed to shuffle over to see him off.

Tian Fugui grasped Zhang Wenhao's hands, tears of gratitude streaming down his aged face as he said that Zhang Wenhao was ten thousand times better than any free-clinic doctor who had ever come to Wanshan Township before. Others came merely to go through the motions, whereas he came to genuinely and sincerely do good deeds for the impoverished common folk. He also urged Zhang Wenhao to be sure to come back and visit whenever he had time in the future.

Zhang Wenhao readily agreed, though deep down he knew he would rarely have the opportunity to return here again.

The villagers had all brought along some local specialty products for Zhang Wenhao, but he politely declined every single one of them. He explained that he still needed to run free clinics in other places, that the space inside his car was limited, and that he would need to restock on medications once he reached the county and city, leaving no room at all to handle these local specialties. After much persuasion, he finally made them give up the idea.

As Zhang Wenhao got into the car, the villagers cleared a path for him. Rolling down the car window to bid farewell to everyone, Zhang Wenhao gently pressed the accelerator and let the car slowly drive through the crowd. The villagers followed him all the way to the edge of the village. Zhang Wenhao reached his hand out of the window to wave, and then stepped firmly on the gas pedal, watching the car gradually recede into the distance within the sight of everyone.

Wanshan Township was merely one of the impoverished areas in Yunnan and Guizhou, but running free clinics required cities as supply bases. The consumption of medications was immense, and many medicines could simply not be restocked within the county town. Therefore, Zhang Wenhao decided to head straight to Guiyang first, replenish his medical supplies there, and only then decide where his next destination would be.

Returning to the highway, the bumpy ride along the journey finally came to a temporary end. Driving toward Guiyang, Zhang Wenhao's very first task was to find a suitable pharmaceutical sales company. His total expenses in Wanshan Township this time around had exceeded two hundred thousand yuan. It seemed that running free clinics was indeed no easy task. Fortunately, however, both Melody and the medical consumables store continued to see a steady influx of income. As the weather grew hotter and more and more students went on vacation, the same inventory volume that previously lasted ten days now lasted only a week. Every week, around four hundred thousand yuan would be added to Zhang Wenhao's account, covering both cost of goods and profits, and Zhang Wenhao also transferred Li Nan's share of the expenses directly into his card.

The business of the medical consumables store was also booming. Yu Hongyu strongly recommended his friends to choose Zhang Wenhao's consumables store as their designated procurement point, while Chen Feng was also helping Zhang Wenhao expand into more channels and clients. His current level of income could basically reach around one hundred thousand yuan per week.

After restocking a full carload of medications, night had already fallen. Zhang Wenhao found a hotel in Guiyang to stay the night, called his parents and Su Ruoran to let them know he was safe, and then collapsed onto the bed, enjoying the long-missed embrace of the Simmons mattress.

Early the next morning, before Zhang Wenhao had even gotten out of bed, he suddenly received a system prompt: "Cumulative cures of arthritis patients reach 569 people. Reward: 6,020 points. The user's currently available points are 7,700, and cumulative points are 16,000. You are eligible for the second random lucky draw. Would you like to start the draw immediately?"

Zhang Wenhao gave a start and sat right up in bed. In excitement, he blurted out, "Start the draw immediately!"

The system prompted that the lucky draw had officially begun. Zhang Wenhao suddenly found himself once again immersed in that familiar lottery scene. On the rectangular display box, the names of one skill after another flashed past at lightning speed. Those whose names he could actually recognize had already zipped past. The system had begun to slow down, and knowing that he could not possibly influence the outcome, Zhang Wenhao closed his eyes, leaving it to fate to see if his luck could hold out.

The system prompted once again: "Congratulations to the user for winning the industrial manufacturing skill package, valued at 80,000 points, in the second major system lucky draw. The skill package is now beginning to decompress and is being uploaded to the user's brain in real time."

In an instant, a massive flood of knowledge regarding industrial manufacturing poured into Zhang Wenhao's mind: automobile engine manufacturing, principles of automotive transmission systems, high-speed train set manufacturing, ultra-high-power heavy-duty locomotive manufacturing, maglev rail car manufacturing, high-performance aircraft engine manufacturing, rocket engine manufacturing, high-power diesel engine manufacturing, high-silence high-power electric engine manufacturing... The various pieces of industrial manufacturing knowledge came at him like a hailstorm, leaving him dizzy and overwhelmed. Zhang Wenhao did not know whether to feel elated or helpless; the skill he had drawn was enough to make him the reigning king of modern industry, but right now, he didn't even own a single bicycle chain production line. How on earth was he supposed to manufacture cars, trains, or even airplanes, ships, and submarines?

Even if he mastered absolute top-tier theoretical knowledge, he still needed sufficient objective conditions as a foundation to put these skills to practical use, right?