This person is clearly a male protagonist in a female-oriented novel, yet he is excessively lucid.

Upon thinking of the system rewards, Yu Chenzhou paused, his hand holding the chopsticks pausing before belatedly realizing what was happening.

He still doesn't know what rewards the system can offer.

The way to find out the answer is actually very simple: just try your luck in the lottery.

Coincidentally, he currently has a chance to win a prize.

Thinking of this, Yu Chenzhou's curiosity was completely aroused, and he couldn't help but want to know what good things were hidden in the system's lottery pool.

He quickly finished his food in a few bites, put the plate down, and left the cafeteria without saying goodbye to Su Qinghuan, returning to his office.

His hurried manner was noticed by Su Qinghuan, who had just finished getting her food.

Su Qinghuan carried a plate with two meat dishes and one vegetable dish, watching Yu Chenzhou's hurried figure, who was almost running. She didn't think much of it, assuming that there had been an emergency in the ward.

Having spent so much time in the hospital, I've become quite used to these kinds of unexpected situations.

After all, Su Qinghuan's thought process is quite normal when it comes to her professional field.

So Su Qinghuan shook her head, smiled slightly, found an empty seat, sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and began to eat slowly and deliberately.

Yu Chenzhou walked quickly back to his office, locked the door from the inside, and even drew the blinds.

After doing all this, Yu Chenzhou skillfully brought up the system interface and then selected "Lottery Center".

The next second, a virtual panel with extremely high color saturation popped up, its gaudy gold border so bright it hurt the eyes.

Yu Chenzhou stared at the interface in silence for a full three seconds, then raised his hand to rub his temples and complained irritably:

"This interface design looks like it was ripped from a cheap knock-off online game from ten years ago! It's practically overflowing with cheapness!"

After carefully examining the panel for a moment, he finally saw the structure clearly:

The entire panel is a 4x4 grid matrix, with twelve identical small squares surrounding it.

Each box has the prize name displayed in bold black font.

In the very center is a large square that occupies four squares, with the words "Start Lottery" written in large white letters on a bright red background, and the font even has an exaggerated shadow effect.

What left Yu Chenzhou speechless was that among the twelve prize compartments, there were six "Thank you for your patronage" messages spaced apart, even the positions were excessively symmetrical.

This means there's a full 50% chance he'll get nothing.

Of the remaining six boxes, three are marked with cash rewards: 10,000 yuan, 100,000 yuan, and 1 million yuan respectively.

That translates to a one in four chance of winning money. Although the amount isn't small, it's not very attractive to him right now.

It was the prizes in the last three squares that truly made Yu Chenzhou's eyes light up.

Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion (by Wang Xizhi), Tai Chi Chuan (Yang style), and Gu Kaizhi's painting skills.

At first glance, these three things seem much more interesting than money.

Just seeing the words "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion" by Wang Xizhi made Yu Chenzhou gasp in shock.

That is a national treasure known as the "Number One Running Script in the World". Even Emperor Taizong of Tang was obsessed with it and, according to legend, it was specially used as a burial item after his death.

But if this thing actually falls into his hands, it's like carrying a time bomb.

If people find out he has this, let alone trading it, even if a corner of it gets wet with tea, he'll be in serious trouble.

He may face legal consequences, but the police officer's silver bracelet will definitely be delivered on time.

In contrast, Yang-style Tai Chi is much more practical. It's not just a fancy exercise for the elderly in the neighborhood, but a complete internal martial art with a long history. Its founder, Yang Luchan, used this style of Tai Chi to become invincible in Beijing.

The name "Invincible Yang" has been passed down to this day. If you were to learn it, it would be excellent for both self-defense and physical fitness.

As for Gu Kaizhi's painting skills, Yu Chenzhou pondered for a moment and felt that the value of this skill depended on how it was used.

The value of antiques lies in the historical and cultural significance they embody and their irreproducibility.

Gu Kaizhi's original works have long been lost to history; what we can see now are all copies made by later generations, each of which is treasured by museums.

Even if he acquired Gu Kaizhi's painting skills and learned each stroke perfectly, the paintings he produced could only be considered "high-quality imitations".

Lacking the accumulation of a thousand years of history, at best one can earn the title of "Little Gu Kaizhi" in the art world and become a painter who becomes famous by imitation. It is basically impossible to make a fortune from this.

After weighing the pros and cons of these rewards in his mind several times, Yu Chenzhou quickly prioritized them clearly:

Tai Chi Chuan > Gu Kaizhi's Painting Skills > Money > Thank you for your patronage > Wang Xizhi's Authentic Works

This order was the result of Yu Chenzhou's careful consideration.

It is only natural that Tai Chi is ranked first. Having real skills is the foundation for making a living and can be relied on for one's entire life.

Money is useful, but it's not scarce for him as a doctor;

"Thank you for your patronage" may be a rip-off, but at least it won't cause any trouble.

The original copy of the "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion" is a hot potato that could land you in jail for life.

If you get your hands on it, you must either destroy it or find an absolutely safe place to hide it, protecting it from moisture, insects, and thieves, in order to prevent it from being damaged by the slightest carelessness.

Moreover, if he is discovered by others, he will have to cooperate with the investigation, and if he cannot explain his origins, he will be in even more trouble.

Regarding the whereabouts of the original copy of the "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion," there have always been two main theories in the historical community:

One type is that it was buried with Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, in Zhaoling Mausoleum. Later, Zhaoling Mausoleum was robbed, and the original was lost. The other type is more complicated.

Li Shimin did not take the original with him, but left it to his son, Emperor Gaozong of Tang, Li Zhi, and it was eventually buried in Qianling Mausoleum along with Li Zhi and Wu Zetian.

Qianling Mausoleum has never been successfully looted and is one of the best-preserved imperial mausoleums of the Tang Dynasty. If this authentic artifact were to emerge from his possession and he were suspected of having been looted from Qianling, he would be in deep trouble.

After much thought, I realized that a simple "Thank you for your patronage" message is far more convenient than an authentic work.

Yu Chenzhou frowned as he stared at the "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion" grid on the panel. He took a deep breath to calm himself and hovered his fingertip above the "Start Lottery" button.

According to the author's setting, he, as the male protagonist, has always had good luck. I wonder if this good luck will continue in this lottery.

He gritted his teeth and chose to start the lottery.

The moment the button was selected, a flashing golden dot jumped out of the "Start Lottery" square and spun rapidly through the twelve prize squares.

At first, it was so fast that you could only see a blur.

As time went on, the rotation speed of the light spot gradually slowed down, and its outline became clearer and clearer.

"One million... Thank you for your patronage... Preface to the Orchid Pavilion... Thank you for your patronage... One hundred thousand... Tai Chi... Thank you for your patronage... Gu Kaizhi's painting skills..."

Yu Chenzhou stared intently at the light spot, unconsciously reciting the prizes in the grid. His heart pounded faster and faster, his breathing became rapid, and his palms were unknowingly sweating.

As the light slowly moved onto the grid of "Tai Chi," he clenched his fist tightly and let out a low shout:

"Stop! Right here!"

The system clearly wouldn't obey his commands; the light spot slid across without stopping, heading straight for "Thank you for your patronage."

"No! Keep trying! Even winning 100,000 would be great!"

Yu Chenzhou was so anxious that he almost stood up, leaning forward and staring at the panel, not daring to blink.

The light seemed to be deliberately teasing him, sweeping across the grid of 100,000 squares, and then suddenly paused on the "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion".

Yu Chenzhou's face instantly darkened, and he twitched his lips as he muttered a sarcastic remark:

"Don't mess with me! If I get my hands on this, I'll have to be ruthless and burn it, otherwise I'll end up in jail if something really goes wrong!"

Perhaps his resentment was too strong, because the light spot that had been paused trembled and slid across the grid of the "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion" as if it had been burned.

The next square reads "Thank you for your patronage," and then his second favorite is "Gu Kaizhi's painting skills."

The speed of the light spot has slowed down to a point where it can be clearly captured by the naked eye. Judging from this trend, the final landing point will inevitably be between these two.

Yu Chenzhou held his breath, his eyes fixed on the spot of light, his heartbeat seemingly stopping.

Finally, the light spot stopped completely on the "Gu Kaizhi Painting Skill" grid. Immediately afterwards, a prompt box popped up on the panel: "Congratulations, host, you have acquired the skill 'Gu Kaizhi Painting Skill'."

After the dust settled, Yu Chenzhou let out a long sigh of relief, leaned back in his office chair, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Although it's not the Tai Chi I wanted the most, it's not bad either."

At least it's a skill I can rely on; it's better than thanking someone for their patronage or coming back with a lot of trouble.

As the pale blue halo spread from the interface, it flowed into Yu Chenzhou's brow.

Yu Chenzhou successfully acquired his second skill.

The warm current of the skill circulated in his body for a moment before disappearing. Unable to contain his excitement, Yu Chenzhou immediately wanted to try out his newly acquired painting skills.

He reached into the pen holder, grabbed a ballpoint pen, and pulled out an A4 sheet of paper from the drawer, spreading it on his desk.

But when the pen tip touched the paper, he was stunned. The sense of "confidence and mastery" that he had expected did not appear at all. Instead, he felt that the ballpoint pen in his hand was particularly awkward.

Yu Chenzhou stared at the pen tip for two seconds, then suddenly slapped his forehead, cursing with a mix of laughter and tears:

"How could I have forgotten that!"

Gu Kaizhi was a painter during the Eastern Jin Dynasty. At that time, let alone ballpoint pens and fountain pens, even paper was still precious Xuan paper.

The only drawing tools available were brushes and ink sticks; there was no such thing as sketching.

This painting technique belongs to ancient times, and it cannot be effectively utilized with a ballpoint pen.

"So this skill has usage restrictions."

Yu Chenzhou helplessly threw the pen back into the pen holder, leaned back in his chair and sighed, quickly making a plan in his mind.

"Alright, after get off work this afternoon, I'll go to the bookstore first, buy all the necessary brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, and then go home to really test how good my painting skills are."