The Last Sentinel

"Jiangbei District First People's Hospital!"

"This is it!"

Looking at the People's Hospital in front of him, Ye Feng perfectly shared everything he saw with all the group members.

On the screen, group member [无极魔尊] dominated the entire screen.

"This is it! Yes! This is it!"

"I remember every blade of grass, every rockery, every stone! Everything is exactly the same as I remember it, not a single blade of grass has changed!"

"That afternoon, I was holding the surgery consent form, looking at the exorbitant surgery fee, when I crossed the intersection—right across from the convenience store where Ye Feng was standing—and I was hit and sent flying! And then, I ended up in this damned Demon Realm Dynasty, becoming a disciple of the Demon Sect!"

"Ye Feng, quick, to room 652 on the seventh floor of building three in the intensive care unit! My father is there!"

"He must have been very worried about me after I disappeared for so many years!"

"Go quickly!"

Ye Feng quickened his pace.

In my mind, the various members of the chat group couldn't help but say.

The Deepest Affection in the Primordial World: Fellow Daoist Wuji Demon Lord, calm down. You've already traveled through 30,000 years. Even if time flows slowly back home, your father is very likely already...

Fifteenth Realm Martial Artist: I am already very gratified to see what my hometown looks like. As for those regrets, Fellow Daoist Wuji Demon Lord, you must learn to let them go.

Wuji Demon Lord: What utter bullshit you all have! I never even considered transmigrating! Back then, I went downstairs to raise money for my dad's surgery. I was waiting for a call at the convenience store, and with that last call, I was almost there with 100,000 yuan! But then a car crashed into me and sent me to another world! After I landed, can you imagine how I felt holding the surgery bill and 100,000 yuan? Can you? Answer me! All of you, say something!

The words of the Limitless Demon Lord echoed in the transmigrator chat group, the rude language incongruous with his identity as the Demon Lord Dao Master.

But no one in the group corrected him.

After all, as a demonic cultivator, he was already being very restrained.

Returning to the hospital, Ye Feng sprinted to the seventh floor of the intensive care unit.

"Sir, please stop!"

The female nurse called out to Ye Feng.

The nurse looked Ye Feng up and down in his takeout gear. "This is the intensive care unit. Patients here can't order food. You've come to the wrong place."

Ye Feng hurriedly said, "I'm not delivering food, I'm here to find someone."

The nurse asked, "Looking for someone? Who?"

Ye Feng hurriedly asked in the chat group, "Demon Lord! What's your father's name?!"

The Demon Lord Wuji said, "My surname is Cui, and my father's name is Cui Yannian!"

Ye Feng said, "Cui Yannian! A patient!"

Upon hearing this, the nurse snorted. "It's Cui Yannian from room 652! His unreliable son has vanished somewhere, supposedly out to raise money for medical expenses. He's been gone for almost a day and a night, and there's still no word from him. Who are you to Cui Yannian?"

The nurse's casual remark caused an uproar in the chat group.

The Demon Lord Wuji was overjoyed: Did you hear that? You bunch of bastards, did you hear me clearly? My father is still alive! My father is still alive! Hahaha! I knew it! Maybe the time flow in our hometown is completely different from ours! I spent a whole day and night raising money, while my father's timeline is still stuck at the moment before I transmigrated! Hahaha! My father is still alive! Ye Feng, go to 652 and check on my father!

Hongmeng's First Deepest Affection: Unbelievable! What exactly is our ancestral home planet? Why is the flow of time so bizarre? Even with my mastery of the laws of time, I cannot discern this situation clearly.

Fifteenth-realm martial artist: What's the use of all that analysis! You only need to know this! The time we left the ancestral star is fixed, which means our family and friends are still alive! Ye Feng! After finishing off the Wuji Demon Lord, it's my turn! My parents are both dead, and I grew up with my younger sister. She was only seven years old when I left! Please help me, I need to go see my sister later! I beg you! If you agree, I'll give you an immortal imperial weapon!

Master of Machines: If I could, I'd be third in line. I was raised by my grandparents, and they were both eighty years old when I left...

Immortal Mage: My turn, my fourth solo! Watch my wife and kids for me! I can give you my Mage Tower...

……

Ye Feng said: Everyone, don't rush, take turns to get the orders. I'm your errand boy, don't rush, take turns! I'll go to the 652 ICU to see Uncle Cui first.

Ye Feng arrived at the door of the intensive care unit, but the nurse refused to open it.

The nurse said, "Just take a quick look at the door. The patient has just had surgery and is still unconscious."

Ye Feng was taken aback: "The surgery is over?"

The nurse rolled her eyes at Ye Feng: "What else? You don't really think we'll wait until that unreliable son raises the money before we perform the surgery, do you? Our hospitals in Daxia are humane; they're people's hospitals! His son, you can tell he's unreliable from the start. Dyed yellow hair, tattoos, a sleazy guy. Relying on him is a pipe dream."

Upon hearing this, the chat group was filled with cheerful laughter.

Hongmeng's First Deepest Affection: Hahaha! Wuji, oh Wuji, what the hell did you look like before you transmigrated?! A bunch of blond-haired idiots! I always say that when everyone reminisces about what their hometown looked like, you're always so quiet! Turns out you were a blond-haired idiot!

Fifteenth-realm martial artist: If this were in the Wuji universe, even 100,000 lives of this nurse wouldn't be enough for Wuji to kill. Unfortunately, this is the ancestral planet, and Wuji can't reach it! Hahaha!

Immortal God of Law: Even if the nurse is really delivered to Wuji, he won't kill her. Don't forget what the nurse said earlier: the hospital already performed surgery on his father in advance, on credit! This is a life-saving grace. If the nurse really reaches Wuji, he'll probably kowtow several times and give him a hundred or eighty universes as a reward.

Master of Machines: As the saying goes, a prodigal son who returns is more precious than gold. Before his transmigration, Wuji Demon Lord was a refined blond-haired man who turned over a new leaf to pay for his father's surgery bill. He begged people everywhere to raise money, but just when his hopes were at their peak, he transmigrated. This was like a knife to the heart of a prodigal son who had turned over a new leaf. No wonder Wuji became completely possessed after transmigrating. Despite being from the peaceful society of Great Xia, he lived like a hysterical and violent psychopath!

The Eye of the End Times: Those who are pitiful often have something hateful about them, and those who are hateful often have something pitiful about them. Silence is the Cambridge of tonight. Oh, by the way, Ye Feng, I still have eighteen brothers to book a room with…

The nurse said, "Who exactly are you to the patient?!"

Ye Feng said, "Cousin! He's my cousin!"

The nurse said, "So, you're here to pay your medical bills?"

Ye Feng asked, "One hundred thousand?"

The nurse checked the bill, "Including follow-up treatment, the total is 135,700!"

Ye Feng didn't speak, but looked at the chat group.

Wuji Demon Lord: I remember when we were raising money, 100,000 was the initial cost, and there was still some money to be spent later! 135,700, that's about the amount. Ye Feng, you can pay me first, and I'll pay you back however much you need later, even if it's 135,700 universes, no problem.

Ye Feng said awkwardly, "Paying for it is no problem, but the prerequisite is that I have that much money! I'm just a lowly food delivery guy! Where would I get 130,000 yuan?"

Wuji Demon Lord: Rob it! It's simple! Just rob whoever has money!

Ye Feng said: "Boss, calm down. This is my hometown on Blue Star. I'm just an ordinary person. This is the Great Xia Dynasty, a society governed by law. Robbery is illegal here."

Wuji Demon Lord: Sorry, I've been in this world for so long that I've lost my sense of the law. Family members, does anyone know any ways to make money without breaking the law? Please share a few. We can't just stand by and watch Brother Ye Feng not be able to come up with 130,000! If word gets out, the Transmigrator Club will lose all face.

The chat group was quiet; not a single person spoke.

Clearly, those who can enter this chat group are all highly successful and influential figures. Money, as a form of currency, has been out of their reach for far too long. They can get whatever they want with a wave of their hand, and anyone who dares to stop them will be eliminated.

The big shots in the chat group are all serious criminals convicted of robbery; they are all top-tier criminals and masters of crime.

In a group like this, finding an idea that doesn't break the law is like a nightclub looking for a virgin. Aren't you making things difficult for the big shot?

Finally, Hongmeng's first heartfelt statement: To be honest, it's really difficult to quickly get 130,000 without breaking any Blue Star laws! Unless you go to work, most of you in the group were just ordinary people before you transmigrated, so it's really hard to come up with a solution, unless you just skirt around the edges!

Wuji Demon Lord: Just touching the edge? You mean you want Ye Feng to sell himself? No way, with his skinny build, no rich woman would buy him!

Hongmeng's First Deepest Affection: Can you please be a little more rational? Do you think I'm the kind of person who would drag innocent people down with me? What I mean is, getting involved in some gray-market activities, making some gray income, like horse racing or sports betting!

Wuji Demon Lord: That's right, Ye Feng, you should go to a gambling house now. With so many of us here, we'll give you advice on how to play cards, and we guarantee you'll make a profit!

Ye Feng hesitated: Can this really work?

Master of Machines: So-called gambling is, in essence, a mathematical game. The basic mathematics of our ancestral planet has been locked for many years, while the mathematics of the technological universe I live in is simply unimaginable. Just pick any board, and I guarantee you'll make as much money as you want!

At that moment, the female nurse said in his ear, "Hey, sir, are you listening to me? When are you planning to pay the medical bills?"

Ye Feng snapped out of his daze. "I'll pay tonight!"

The nurse laughed. "Planning to run away again like his blond son?"

Ye Feng said, "One day, give me one day, please, I'm going out to make money right now!"

As he spoke, Ye Feng turned around and headed straight for the elevator.