Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

After they finished eating, Daisy helped Celen lie down again.

Xilun stared at the ceiling, feeling the sliver of strength gradually returning within him, and asked:

"When will I be able to get out of bed and move around a bit in this condition?"

As Daisy cleared the dishes, she ruthlessly dissuaded him from his idea:

"Don't even think about it. You'd better stay in bed these next couple of days; the wound hasn't even scabbed over yet."

A hint of boredom flashed in Xilun's eyes.

He can't even stretch his muscles, let alone do anything.

Noticing the boredom on Xilun's face, Daisy's eyes lit up, and she suggested:

"You'll definitely get bored and go crazy lying here all by yourself. How about I bring you some interesting books from home tomorrow to help you pass the time?"

Xilun thought for a moment. Since he was just sitting in bed staring blankly anyway, reading a book might help distract him from the pain of his wound. So he replied with a single word: "Okay, thank you."

After a moment of silence, Xiren couldn't help but ask about the club and the outside world.

Daisy pulled her chair closer and said with great enthusiasm:

"The outside world is absolutely in an uproar! Everyone is ecstatic about your victory."

Of course, right after the match, everyone was terrified and worried that your broken body wouldn't be able to hold on.

"However, the skilled female doctor patted her chest and assured everyone that you were fine, which put everyone's minds at ease."

Upon hearing this, the image of the white-clad woman who had just given him acupuncture flashed through Xilun's mind.

He recalled the other person's calm and practiced movements, and pondered to himself:

He looks like he's not even thirty years old, yet he possesses such extraordinary medical skills; he's so young.

Daisy, seeing Xilen's thoughtful expression, held up a finger and waved it in front of his eyes, her tone tinged with awe and admiration:

"You have no idea how famous you are now!"

"Your name is known throughout the entire Daewoo Dojo, and even half of Saint Laurent City."

Some extremely fanatical fans and even the owners of underground casinos have gone so far as to claim that you are now the number one Tier 1 Extraordinary in the lower district of Saint Laurent City!

After hearing this, Xilun's eyes showed no pride or elation typical of young people.

He simply stared calmly at the deep night outside the window, and said in a cold and rational voice:

"It's just an empty reputation. Too much fame, without the protection of matching absolute strength, is often not a good thing; it will only attract more wolves in the shadows."

Daisy was no longer surprised by Celen's unusual calmness.

She continued gossiping, "You guessed right, it did attract a lot of jackals."

In the past two days, numerous high-ranking families and powerful forces, armed with vast sums of gold and cultivation resources, have been lining up at the dojo, eager to extend an olive branch and win you over.

"The offers were incredibly tempting, with some even offering to become a son-in-law of a viscount family."

However, since you haven't woken up, Mr. Lund was worried about disturbing you, so he took it upon himself to return all those visiting cards on your behalf.

Daisy crossed her arms and analyzed earnestly:

"Mr. Lund said that once you are fully awake and feeling better, you might be able to use your championship title to select some well-established forces and accept some initial financial investment from them."

"Or if the Iron Cross simply can't provide you with the resources you need, it would be a reasonable choice to choose a suitable and powerful force to join."

Xilun quickly processed these words in his mind.

There is no such thing as a free lunch. The resources of those aristocratic powers have always been accompanied by exploitation that resembles signing a contract of servitude.

However, he was indeed feeling mentally exhausted, and his head was throbbing. He didn't want to think about these treacherous exchanges of interests anymore.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Xilun slept soundly for a full ten hours, only waking up when the sunlight shone on his face through the blinds.

Not long after, the tall, slender doctor, exuding a mature and sexy charm, once again pushed the medical cart closer to the bedside.

As she bent down to reach for the stethoscope, Xilun's gaze inadvertently fell on the metal name tag hanging on the front of her white coat.

The words were clearly engraved on it: Intermediate Physician, Raphael, 29 years old.

Raphael keenly noticed Xiren's gaze.

Far from being embarrassed or annoyed, she straightened up, a playful smile playing on her lips, and openly teased:

"What? Staring at a lady's chest so blatantly is not something a knight of high moral character should do."

Upon hearing this, Xilun remained calm, simply lowering his head and looking away, saying:

"Excuse me, I was just looking at your name tag, Dr. Raphael."

The woman placed the hearing aid, which possessed extraordinary spiritual conduction capabilities, over Xilun's heart and listened intently to the strong, powerful heartbeat.

A moment later, she suddenly blurted out a somewhat nonsensical question: "Silen, do you have a female companion?"

Xilun paused for a moment, then shook his head and answered decisively, "No."

Raphael put away his hearing aid, put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, and said meaningfully:

"This is truly beyond my expectations. You were staring at me so boldly just now, and you were able to do it without blushing or skipping a beat."

"With that composure, I thought you had many female confidantes and companions outside."

She leaned closer to Xilun, and continued speaking with a hint of teasing:

"After all, I heard that you won the championship in this competition and are the most dazzling new junior knight in the whole city."

In fairy tales, how could a valiant knight not find a beautiful princess throwing herself into his arms after slaying a dragon?

Xilun looked into the other person's smiling eyes.

He naturally picked up on the teasing in the other person's words, and unusually, he went along with it, making a joke that was both self-deprecating and sober.

"Doctor, you're mistaken. In fairy tales, princesses naturally marry noble princes in the end."

Xiren's voice was as calm as still water: "How could she marry a commoner who wallows in the mud?"

"Even if this commoner manages to gain a decent income and so-called status through some extremely brutal fighting."

Xiren's gaze passed over Raphael and looked into the void. "But a peasant is still a peasant. How can he compare to a prince who has been born in the clouds when it comes to noble blood? What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Raphael's smile gradually faded, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

She seemed to have never expected that a nineteen-year-old boy would have such a profound and cold understanding of this damned imperial class barrier.

She didn't dwell on this heavy topic, reverting to her professional doctor's demeanor, and said coolly, "Alright, open your mouth."

Xilun obediently opened his mouth.

Raphael held a small flashlight, letting the blinding light illuminate his mouth, and carefully examined the redness and swelling of his tongue and throat.

After the examination, the woman straightened up, making some notes in the medical record book while asking:

"Are those deep, bone-revealing wounds still causing you unbearable pain?"

Xilun assessed his physical condition and answered truthfully:

"It doesn't hurt as much anymore. When I first woke up yesterday, it felt like my whole body was being roasted on a hot plate, but now the wound feels a little cool."

Raphael nodded slightly; this was a normal phenomenon as the medicine took effect.

She turned and opened the cooler on the table, taking out a large jar of amber-colored, high-grade, extraordinary ointment.

"Take off your clothes. I'm going to reapply this new ointment to your wound now. Remember, have your teacher or nurse wash it off with warm water in two hours, otherwise the ointment will burn the newly formed skin."

As Raphael carefully applied the ointment with a cotton swab, he thought for a moment and then added:

"You have a really good physique; your injuries have healed a lot."

If all goes well, you should be able to try getting out of bed and moving around a bit by evening.

After applying the ointment, she straightened up, put her hands on her hips, and looked at Xilun: "Observe for a while longer, and you can go directly to the discharge procedure in three days."

She revealed that mocking smile again:

"How can the knights be victorious without being surrounded by flowers and praise?"

Staying in the hospital smelling like disinfectant all the time, like a sickly person, is not the treatment you deserve.

Xiren put his clothes back on and said sincerely, "In any case, I must thank you for your medical treatment."

The woman, however, rolled her eyes gracefully, held up two fingers, and teased:

"If you really want to express your gratitude, you can directly donate a huge sum of money to my hospital."

Xilun smirked and replied in equally pragmatic terms, "No problem. When I'm rich and become a tycoon, I'll definitely fulfill your wish."

The woman gave a soft snort, seemingly extremely dissatisfied with this perfunctory answer.

Then she turned around, striding away from the ward with her strikingly long legs and flat shoes clicking away.

The ward returned to quiet after that.

Shortly afterward, teacher Lund rushed to the ward.

After carefully inquiring about Xilun's physical condition and giving him some instructions on keeping the wound dry, he hurriedly left again because there were still a lot of trivial matters at the club that needed his attention after the championship victory.

The mechanical clock on the wall ticked.

Just as the clock had passed a little past nine, Daisy rushed in from outside, carrying a small cloth bag, accompanied by a slightly hurried sound of footsteps.

Daisy looked somewhat disheveled when she entered.

As she hurried to the bedside, she raised her hands and frantically adjusted the delicate hair ornament that had become askew in her hair from running.

She was slightly out of breath, her cheeks flushed, and complained with a hint of apology:

"I'm sorry, last night I attended an incredibly boring dinner party arranged by my mother, which caused me to oversleep this morning and arrive a little late."

As she spoke, she placed the small cloth bag on the bedside table, unzipped it, and carefully took out several beautifully bound, thick books that smelled of leather.

"Here, this is what I promised you yesterday."

Daisy waved the book in front of Xilun, her tone tinged with pride, "These are all carefully selected by me. I used to read them in bed. They're quite long, so you can read them to pass the time. You definitely won't be bored."

Xilun reached out and took the books.

It's quite heavy, and the paper feels excellent to the touch.

He glanced down at the gold-embossed covers; there were three books in total.

Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, and Don Juan.

These are all literary works interwoven with love and morality, most admired by well-educated aristocratic girls in the Victorian era.

Siren casually picked up the top book, "Wuthering Heights."

He had only wanted to find some words to distract himself from the faint pain in his wound, but as he read on, he found that...

After watching for less than half an hour, Xilun's brows furrowed tightly, and his face turned somewhat gloomy.

A soft "snap" sound.

Xilunhao slammed the heavy book shut and tossed it at the foot of the bed, his movements revealing an undisguised irritation.

Daisy, who was sitting in a chair by the window, flipping through another book on magic theory in the sunlight, was startled by the sound.

She looked up at Xilun with a puzzled expression and asked, "What's wrong? Is the book not good?"

Xilun raised his hand, rubbed his temples wearily, and said in a cold voice, "Forget it, the stuff in this book makes my stomach feel a little uncomfortable."

He paused, as if the words had pierced his sensitive nerves, prompting him to question:

"I just don't understand, what about the female protagonist Catherine in this book?"

Siren stared intently at Daisy, her tone accusatory:

"Why would she marry the supporting character Edgar, ostensibly to protect the protagonist Heathcliff?"

"If she's so madly in love with the protagonist and believes they're kindred spirits, then why can't she and the protagonist truly be together?"

Faced with Xilun's somewhat angry and puzzled expression, Daisy put down her book and thought about it seriously.

In her worldview, all of this seemed so natural and logical.

She replied matter-of-factly, "Isn't this a very normal and rational choice?"

Daisy analyzed Xilun from an extremely objective, even somewhat cruel, aristocratic perspective:

"Think about it, what if the heroine Catherine chose to marry the noble-born supporting character Edgar?"

After that grand wedding, she would immediately become the renowned and respected Lady of Huamei Manor.

She could possess countless silks, magnificent carriages, and an entire estate of servants at her beck and call.

"But..." Daisy's tone shifted, a hint of pity for the lower classes in her voice, "What if she acts on impulse and actually marries that dog-like protagonist, Heathcliff?"

"Then overnight, she will lose all her glory and become nothing more than the wife of a serf who can only toil in the muddy fields."

She had to endure hunger and cold every day, and couldn't even afford a decent dress to attend a formal dinner party.

Daisy looked into Celen's eyes and cruelly revealed the truth of that era:

"Sillen, in this world, a woman of noble birth can't possibly betray her inherent dignity and her social class for the sake of some vague and uncertain love, can she?"