I accidentally joined a group of charlatans, so I immediately called the police and handed it over t

The heating in the villa area was on full blast, but Wang Zhiyuan still felt cold.

The coldness seeped from his stomach, like a block of ice that would never melt, pressing firmly against his abdominal cavity, making every breath a sharp, stabbing pain.

He is the "top public intellectual" with over ten million followers across the internet, and the author of the long article "Please Stop Your Witchcraft Performance" published yesterday.

That article garnered over 100 million views and received over 100,000 yuan in tips.

He originally thought he had won again.

Just like countless times before, they stand on the moral high ground, using elaborate lies to trample on the country's efforts in exchange for traffic and US dollars.

Until this morning.

The diagnosis report was placed in front of him.

Stomach cancer, early to mid stage.

The cancer he ridiculed in his article yesterday, which he called the "placebo effect," is now truly growing in his body.

"retribution……"

Wang Zhiyuan's hands trembled as he tried to pick up the water glass on the table, but he couldn't hold it properly.

The cup shattered with a crash.

Just like his ridiculous pride at this moment.

He had to go get his medicine.

Because his attending physician—the best gastroenterologist in the province—said to him with a serious expression this morning: "Old Wang, Western medicine is no longer effective. The only hope now is Shennong No. 1."

"That's a real miracle drug."

The doctor's eyes were filled with fervor.

"I personally witnessed a patient with a more serious condition than yours whose tumor markers turned negative within ten minutes of drinking it."

At that moment, Wang Zhiyuan felt like a clown.

He wrapped himself up tightly.

He wore a black baseball cap pulled low, almost covering his eyes, and a large face mask that was big enough to protect him from the gas. He also had a thick scarf around his neck.

If you don't look closely, no one would recognize that this timid and suspicious-looking man is the same Wang DaV who usually wears a suit and ties and talks big.

He went to the distribution point closest to his home.

The line was very long.

With each step forward, Wang Zhiyuan's heart would contract violently.

He felt like all the cameras around him were pointed at him.

He felt the policeman in charge of maintaining order was staring at his back with an all-knowing gaze.

"He recognized me..."

"They definitely recognized me..."

"They have a blacklist...someone like me, who instigates trouble, is definitely their number one wanted criminal..."

Wang Zhiyuan roared inwardly, his thermal underwear already soaked with cold sweat.

He mentally rehearsed a thousand different scenarios of humiliation.

Perhaps that soldier will tear off his mask in public and shout his name.

Perhaps the surrounding crowd will rush up and drown him with their spittle.

Maybe...maybe it will be copied directly.

But he didn't want to die.

Even if he had to kneel, even if he had to be trampled in the mud, he still wanted that cup of water.

It was finally his turn.

Wang Zhiyuan felt like his legs no longer belonged to him.

He shakily reached out and handed over the ID card that looked like a court judgment.

His hands were shaking so badly that his ID card almost fell to the ground.

A young soldier was sitting behind the table.

He looked to be in his early twenties, his cheeks were red from the cold wind, and his hands were covered in chilblains.

The soldier took the ID card.

Wang Zhiyuan closed his eyes.

He was waiting, waiting for that angry shout, waiting for that "Get out!"

"drop."

The card reader made a crisp sound.

one second.

two seconds.

The expected alarm did not sound.

There is no notification sound for "blacklisted users".

There was no red exclamation mark either.

"Here you go."

A slightly tired but still gentle voice rang in my ears.

Wang Zhiyuan suddenly opened his eyes.

The young soldier didn't even glance at him.

There was no mockery, no anger, and not even the slightest emotional fluctuation in his eyes.

It's like watching an ordinary passerby.

The soldier handed his ID card back to him and then handed him a cup of "Shennong No. 1" beer that was still steaming.

"It's cold, drink it while it's hot."

"After you finish drinking, sit in the observation area for ten minutes. If you don't feel unwell, then you can leave."

"Next."

Wang Zhiyuan stood frozen in place.

He held the cup of warm water in his hands, dumbfounded.

No humiliation?

No difficulties?

There wasn't even a single extra question?

"I...I am..."

Wang Zhiyuan felt an inexplicable urge to open his mouth and say something.

"Brother, don't block the people behind you! There are people waiting to be saved."

The young soldier looked up at him, his eyes as clear as a spring.

There was only pure concern and responsibility in his eyes.

That instant.

Wang Zhiyuan heard the sound of something inside him collapsing.

That was his ridiculous arrogance, his dark speculation, and his self-righteous "persecution complex."

Faced with such magnanimity from the nation.

In front of this cup of warm water, which treats everyone equally.

He, Wang Zhiyuan, was as insignificant as a speck of dust.

This disregard, this equal treatment, made him feel even more ashamed than being slapped ten times in public.

He came to atone for his sins.

But the state didn't care about his crimes at all.

Because in the eyes of the nation, he was first and foremost a patient, a fellow countryman.

Then came that clown who jumped around.

Holding the cup, Wang Zhiyuan staggered to the flower bed next to him.

He took off his mask and drank the water in large gulps.

Tears mixed with the faint scent of grass and trees, flowing into my mouth and into my stomach.

Salty.

It's bitter.

But it was also warm.

"Waaah..."

This usually eloquent middle-aged man was now squatting in the cold wind, crying like a dog with a broken spine.

at the same time.

The Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

The Jade Emperor, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, which seemed to contain the birth and death of the Milky Way.

He looked towards the mortal realm with some confusion.

[Jade Emperor]: @Newcomer reporting in, asking for protection, strange.

[Jade Emperor]: Today I feel an extremely powerful force of will surging up in the mortal realm.

[Jade Emperor]: But this wish is different from the prayers of the past.

[Jade Emperor]: It is spicy and bitter, yet surprisingly pure.

[Jade Emperor]: It is like the regret of countless souls after being tormented in the flames, and also like the gratitude after being saved from a desperate situation.

[Jade Emperor]: The scent of incense is a hundred times stronger than during the annual sacrificial ceremony to Heaven in previous years.

[Jade Emperor]: Young friend Chen Xi, what exactly did you do in the mortal realm?

Chen Xi looked at the message from the Jade Emperor on his phone screen, a faint smile curving his lips.

He stood in the command room of Base 001, watching Wang Zhiyuan, who was squatting on the ground and crying bitterly, on the surveillance screen.

[Newcomer reporting in, seeking protection]: It's nothing, Your Majesty.

[Newcomer reporting in, seeking protection]: It's just leaving a door for lost children to go home.

[Newcomer reporting in, seeking protection]: The most genuine wishes are made when a person is most ashamed.

This incense.

Of course it's spicy.

Because it was forged with conscience.