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

Zhang He was known for his slow and inefficient work at the hospital.

But this time, in order to teach Yu Chenzhou a lesson, he displayed an almost lightning-fast speed of action.

Less than an hour after Yu Chenzhou righteously rejected his request to take the blame in his office that morning, a new notice from the hospital appeared on the hospital bulletin board.

The Capital Central Hospital urgently needs support from key physicians. There are three scarce positions available for all departments across the hospital. Qualified doctors can submit their applications before Friday.

The notice also included detailed instructions, implying that this was a great opportunity to enhance one's resume.

As soon as the announcement was posted, the corridor was filled with whispering doctors and nurses.

Yu Chenzhou sat alone in his consultation room, glanced at the screenshot sent by his colleague, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips, his eyes full of disdain.

After all, he's no longer an ordinary doctor, but the male protagonist with the "Human Awakening Lottery System".

This promotion opportunity, which others would fight tooth and nail for, was nothing more than a trivial and insignificant gain in his eyes.

Because as long as he accumulates enough system rewards, even if he's in a female-oriented novel, he can still live the domineering life of a male protagonist in a male-oriented novel, indulging in romance and power.

So when Su Qinghuan appeared in front of him, she tried to persuade him to step forward and take responsibility, even promising him some benefits in return.

He first pretended to be interested but hesitated, and then casually rejected them in the end.

Yu Chenzhou's dramatic acting was not out of boredom, but entirely for the system rewards.

Because Yu Chenzhou can get a chance to win a lottery every time he refuses Su Qinghuan's moral blackmail.

Faced with Su Qinghuan's "kind advice," his eyes lit up, and he unconsciously tapped the table with his fingers, pretending to be moved by her words.

Just when Su Qinghuan thought victory was assured, she slowly shook her head and refused with a hint of regret in her voice.

To make Su Qinghuan feel that "he's about to be convinced, and a little more persuasion will make it work," Yu Chenzhou always managed to strike the perfect balance in his inner conflict.

The slight furrowing of his brows, the hesitant expression, even the hesitation in his tone—it was all so convincing that it was almost indistinguishable from reality.

The tug-of-war between Su Qinghuan and Yu Chenzhou left everyone in the hospital bewildered.

Some say Su Qinghuan wanted to control Yu Chenzhou, some guessed that Yu Chenzhou was unwilling to be controlled, so he used the tactic of feigning indifference to get him, and others imagined a grand drama of love and hate.

Although no one understood what was going on, it didn't stop them from gathering around on small stools to watch the drama unfold.

During breaks, the conversations almost entirely revolved around the "tug-of-war" between the two, even making the gossip group at the nurses' station much more active.

For the next three days, the hospital was a hive of activity:

The investigation team, carrying a thick stack of documents, went from department to department talking to people, busy digging deep into clues about previous medical accidents;

Zhang He was constantly spinning like a top, dealing with the investigation team's inquiries while also trying to minimize the negative impact of the accident.

Meanwhile, Yu Chenzhou remained calm and collected, using his superb "acting skills" to successfully "snatch" five chances to win a prize from Su Qinghuan.

It wasn't that he didn't want to continue taking advantage of her; it was just that Su Qinghuan finally realized what was happening and completely stopped cooperating.

Su Qinghuan is no mere pretty face; she's managed to establish herself in a hospital full of talented people.

As the female lead, she should normally have high intelligence and observational skills.

After being rejected five times in a row, she gradually figured out the pattern:

Yu Chenzhou would deliberately follow her lead each time, and would even take the initiative to ask about some details of the registration process.

But at the last minute, they always manage to find a reason to refuse, their attitude so firm that there is absolutely no room for negotiation.

After thinking it over, she concluded that Yu Chenzhou was using this roundabout way to refuse her because he didn't want to strain their relationship.

He both saved her face and stood firm in his position.

After figuring this out, Su Qinghuan's cheeks flushed slightly with anger, and she said angrily, "You'll regret this."

She turned and left, and for the next few days she completely ignored Yu Chenzhou, even avoiding him if they met in the corridor.

Su Qinghuan's "strike" left Yu Chenzhou with mixed feelings of joy and worry.

The good thing is that there is finally peace and quiet in my ears, and I no longer have to rack my brains to act and deal with things.

The worry is that the source of "wool" has been completely cut off, and in the short term, it is unlikely that he will be able to get a chance to win a prize by refusing Su Qinghuan.

Since he had run out of "material," he simply stopped worrying about it and turned to use the five lottery chances he had saved up to see how his acting had gone.

Yu Chenzhou sat down on his sofa with a serious expression, took a deep breath, brought up the system panel, and then selected "Start Lottery".

Five consecutive draws appeared before me, but unfortunately, my luck was bad right from the start.

On the first draw, the spotlight landed steadily on "Thank you for your patronage".

He pursed his lips and started the second lottery draw. After the light spot spun rapidly, it finally landed on the "ten thousand yuan" reward.

While money is useful, it's hardly a pleasant surprise compared to the skills and items he was hoping for.

After failing to draw anything good twice in a row, Yu Chenzhou simply got up and took a hot shower in an attempt to "wash away the bad luck".

After taking a shower, I even found a clean cup, poured warm water into it as an "offering," and prayed devoutly to the air:

"Whether it's the Three Pure Ones, the Jade Emperor, Jesus, Satan, or the Buddha, or the Buddha of No Heaven, as long as some great deity shows his power and blesses me to win the grand prize."

From now on, I'll be your staunch follower, and I'll offer you incense on every holiday!

He repeated this solemnly three times before closing his eyes and starting the lottery again.

This time, the system seemed to have truly received his "sincerity," as the light spot completely stopped the moment it did.

A golden light suddenly popped up on the screen.

The grand prize wasn't the Tai Chi skill he had hoped for, but a reward of far greater value—a spatial ring.

Yu Chenzhou excitedly opened his eyes, and a simple silver ring appeared in his palm. It looked no different from an ordinary silver ring, but it felt warm and cool to the touch.

He concentrated his mind, and the scene inside the ring immediately appeared before his eyes:

A cubic storage space measuring 10 meters by 10 meters by 10 meters by 10 meters.

Looking at this three-dimensional space, Yu Chenzhou couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

Now, if I ever win a shady reward like the "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion," I'll finally have a safe place to keep it, and I won't have to worry about it being discovered anymore.

"Keep it up! It must have been some divine intervention just now. If you still want this devout believer, keep blessing me!"

After putting the spatial ring on the index finger of his left hand, Yu Chenzhou muttered to himself, gently stroking the surface of the ring with his fingertip, and started the lottery again.

Unfortunately, my luck completely failed this time, and the words "Thank you for your patronage" appeared on the screen again.

He stroked his chin, pondering intently:

"Could it be that I prayed to too many gods just now, and they were all vying for me, causing them to lose their composure and overlook my chance to win the prize?"

After figuring out the "key point," he immediately changed his tune, bowing respectfully to the air:

"Six great masters, please calm down and stop arguing!"

I worship you six days a week, in rotation, with utmost sincerity each day. I've reserved the last day specifically for God Ma, to ensure fairness for everyone!

After saying that, he took a deep breath and used up his last chance to draw a prize.

The moment the lottery results popped up, Yu Chenzhou immediately understood.

Ma Dashen is still the most powerful, directly "subduing" all the gods.

What he ended up drawing wasn't the skill he expected, but rather, to be precise, the recipe for a specific dish—Magic Mapo Tofu.

Yu Chenzhou remembered that this dish had special effects in an anime he had watched in his previous life. It would emit golden light after it was cooked, making it both magical and delicious.

I just don't know if I can reproduce this glowing effect if I make it according to the recipe provided by the system.

Overwhelmed by intense curiosity, Yu Chenzhou grabbed his phone and rushed out of the residential area.

He first went to the supermarket downstairs, carefully selected a piece of fresh, tender tofu, and then bought raw materials such as Sichuan peppercorns, dried chili peppers, soybeans, and broad bean paste.

And every single item is selected strictly according to the system's formula requirements.

After buying the ingredients, he stopped by the stationery store next door and picked out a mixed-hair brush and a bottle of ordinary ink.

Having been distracted by Su Qinghuan's persuasion, he had long forgotten to go to the bookstore to buy professional pens and ink, and still doesn't know what level of "Gu Kaizhi's painting skills" he had previously acquired actually were.

The stationery store's pens and ink were ordinary, but they were sufficient for testing drawing skills.

Carrying large and small bags home, Yu Chenzhou didn't even catch his breath before rushing into the kitchen.

Following the steps transmitted by the system, he first cut the tofu into evenly sized cubes, soaked them in salt water to remove the fishy smell, then fried the soybeans, added seasonings and stir-fried the soybeans until they turned a meaty color, and finally added the tofu and simmered it over low heat.

His movements were fluid throughout the entire process, as if he had done it a thousand times before.

Half an hour later, a plate of fragrant, magical Mapo Tofu was served.

It was a pity that it didn't glow like in the original design, which left him somewhat disappointed, but the rich aroma was incredibly tempting.

He took a bite, and the six flavors of numbing spiciness, freshness, spiciness, and crispiness exploded on his tongue. The texture was tender and flavorful, and the taste was truly amazing.

He ate three bowls of rice with just this one plate of tofu.

He even kept exclaiming that he hadn't eaten so comfortably in a long time.

After eating and drinking his fill, Yu Chenzhou rested in his chair for ten minutes before slowly walking to his desk, ready to test his drawing skills.

He laid out ordinary Xuan paper he bought from a stationery store, poured in the ink, took a deep breath, and held the brush.

The moment I gripped the pen, a wonderful sensation spread from my fingertips throughout my body.

My previously agitated mood instantly calmed down.

He was drawn into a state of extreme tranquility, as if everything in the outside world was irrelevant to him.

His wrist moved involuntarily, the brush moved across the rice paper, and the ink spread out just right.

When he came to his senses and gently put down his pen, a classical portrait was already finished on the Xuan paper on his desk.

"I clearly intended to paint a great beauty. After all, Gu Kaizhi's 'Nymph of the Luo River' is a national treasure and a masterpiece with such exquisite artistic conception... How did I end up painting her instead?"

That aloof gaze, that pursed-lip expression—they're exactly the same. It's really irritating.

Yu Chenzhou frowned, staring at the drawing paper and muttering to himself, his tone full of disdain.

On the rice paper, Su Qinghuan's aloof face, though not lifelike, is full of spirit, fully embodying Gu Kaizhi's painting technique of "capturing the spirit through form, with an emphasis on conveying the spirit."

Even Yu Chenzhou himself was surprised by the high level of his own drawing skills.

But he had no interest in continuing to critique the painting's technique; he just found it increasingly unpleasant to look at. So he grabbed the painting, went straight into the kitchen, and burned it.

Watching the orange-red flames devour the drawing paper, turning into specks of ash that floated up and were eventually washed into the sewer.

Yu Chenzhou finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to tidy up his desk.