Married into the Chen family, Su Zheng’s life was worth less than that of a guard dog. His mother lay gravely ill with no money for treatment, and he had witnessed with his own eyes his wife, Chen Muxue, entering a hotel with another man late at night. Despair, humiliation, and indignation filled his heart. Yet, at his lowest point, he awakened the legacy of his ancestors: mastery of the silver needle to heal the living, and the Poison Sutra to bring death—a single thought could decide life or death. Standing in the rain-soaked night, Su Zheng’s gaze was as cold and sharp as a blade. For the rest of his life, he would devote himself to only two things: saving lives, and taking them.
"Suzheng, please make sure to pay the surgery fee at the window as soon as possible. Your mother's condition can't be delayed any longer!"
"Doctor, could you perform the surgery on my mother first? I promise I'll bring the money as soon as I manage to gather it. I'm begging you!"
"Sorry, that's against the rules. You’d better think of a way quickly."
Click.
The call ended.
Suzheng trembled all over, his face filled with anxiety and despair.
His mother was critically ill and needed surgery, yet he couldn't even scrape together a hundred yuan!
As a live-in son-in-law in the Chen family, he had no relatives or friends in Qingyang City—and no one to turn to for help.
After a long silence, he gathered his courage and dialed his father-in-law’s number.
"Hello, Dad, I—"
"Shut up! Don’t call me that. If you have something to say, spit it out!"
"Uh... My mother needs surgery, and I need three hundred thousand to save her life. Please, I’m begging you to help me. When I have money, I’ll pay you back with interest, I swear."
Suzheng’s voice trembled with both anxiety and a shred of hope—this was his last chance.
"Save it! I don’t have money for you, so forget it!"
"All these years, you’ve been nothing but a useless leech, not bringing a single penny into the family, living off us for free. I haven’t thrown you out on the street out of the kindness of my heart. And now you have the nerve to ask me