Only I Have the Law: A Realistic Cultivation Game

9 month 25 day.

The 15th day of the eighth lunar month.

Mooncake Festival.

Xu Zhiyi got up early, dressed and washed up.

I changed into a pair of sneakers that weren't so tight.

Today he has to go to the sanatorium, and then he has to go for a job interview at the gym that Lin Wei mentioned.

As he was leaving home with his schoolbag, he ran into his landlord who was returning from grocery shopping. The landlord was carrying a large bag of groceries in each hand, and the landlord quickly took the bags and placed them on the dining table.

"Xiao Xu, are you going out?"

"Yes, I need to go see Grandma."

"Don't rush off yet." The landlord changed his shoes, took a beautifully packaged box of mooncakes from the coffee table and handed it to her. "Take these mooncakes with you. My daughter brought them over last night. She said they were salted egg yolk mooncakes. Take them to your grandma to try."

Xu Zhiyi glanced at the packaging box; it seemed to be a brand called Maxim's.

Although I've never heard of it before, I guess it can't be that cheap.

"This...this is a gift from your daughter, you should keep it for yourself."

"You're being so polite with me, aren't you?" The landlord glared at him, saying irritably, "Besides, this is for your grandma, not for you!"

Xu Zhiyi was speechless.

He is not good at saying no to people.

Especially such acts of kindness.

In the end, he accepted the box of mooncakes.

"Thank you, Grandpa Chen."

"No need to thank me." The landlord waved his hand. "By the way, my daughter and her family of three are coming here for dinner tonight. If you're free, why don't you come back and eat with us? Xiaodan said she missed you when we video chatted last night."

Xu Zhiyi shook her head. "I want to eat at the sanatorium tonight."

"That's right, it's Mid-Autumn Festival today, you should spend more time with your grandma."

The landlord sighed and walked to the dining table. He took out a plastic bag from the grocery bag, which contained two large, white steamed buns and a cup of soy milk.

"I was worried you wouldn't be able to get up in the morning, so I brought you breakfast... I've already eaten at the shop. Take it, it's perfect to eat while it's hot."

"Thank you, Grandpa Chen."

"No need to thank me, just be careful on the road! Come back early tonight!"

"understood."

Xu Zhiyi went out the door with a steamed bun in one hand and soy milk in the other.

The steamed buns are from Hongyun, a famous brand in Wuxi. Each bun is as big as the palm of your hand, with a thin skin and plenty of filling. When you bite into one, the juice bursts out and the aroma of meat is irresistible, giving you a special sense of satisfaction.

Then, insert a straw and take a sip of the slightly sweet soy milk—the taste is absolutely amazing!

Xu Zhiyi ate a steamed bun as she went downstairs.

As I reached the corner on the third floor, I suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps from above.

Soon, a tall figure rushed to his side like a gust of wind.

She was a young girl wearing a white shirt with a red collar and a dark blue horse-face skirt. Her wide sleeves and skirt fluttered with her movements, and her long hair was tied into a high ponytail at the back of her head, revealing her smooth forehead.

As she hurried downstairs, she held her phone to her ear, saying, "Yes, yes, I'm already on my way, just around the corner... Don't worry, I won't be late for the performance!"

As she spoke, she had already brushed past Xu Zhiyi.

The girl suddenly stopped, took her phone down, smiled at him, and said, "Oh, it's Brother Xu! I'm in a bind, would you mind if I lent you a steamed bun?"

As she spoke, she reached into the plastic bag he was carrying and deftly snatched the remaining Lucky Bag, while also taking the soy milk from his hand.

"well?"

Before Xu Zhiyi could speak, the girl had already taken a big bite of the bun.

Her fair cheeks immediately puffed up, and she mumbled into the phone between chews, "...Mmm, eating...I'm really on my way...I'll be there soon."

After chewing a couple of bites of the steamed bun, she naturally put the straw in her mouth and slurped up two large mouthfuls of soy milk, then swallowed it with a "gulp".

"Phew! I'm finally alive again. I didn't eat last night, I was starving!"

She shoved the soy milk cup back into Xu Zhiyi's hand, and mumbled with a steamed bun in her mouth, "Thanks, little brother Xu! I'll bring you something delicious when I get back tonight!"

After saying that, she rushed downstairs.

From beginning to end, Xu Zhiyi didn't even have time to say a word before one of the steamed buns was gone and half of the soy milk was drunk. Looking at the lipstick stain on the straw, she was quite speechless.

This decisive and energetic girl, who seemed like a starving ghost reincarnated, was named Tang Qingxi. She lived right across from him, was three years older than him, and was now a sophomore at the Shanghai Conservatory of Music, more than 100 kilometers away. She only came back on holidays.

She usually takes good care of him and has even tutored him.

However, despite being a music student, her academic performance wasn't much better. She would often drag Xu Zhiyi to listen to the songs she had just written, which resulted in Xu Zhiyi taking extra classes for more than a month, but her grades actually dropped.

……

The sanatorium that Xu Zhiyi was going to was located in the suburbs, next to Taihu Lake. It had a beautiful environment, pleasant scenery, and fresh air. The sanatorium was fully equipped with various facilities and was a mid-range sanatorium that combined medical care and elderly care.

Upon arriving at the sanatorium, Xu Zhiyi walked familiarly towards the "Jingxin Garden" on the east side.

Grandma lives in room 307, a small room with a double bed and a bathroom. It has a sunny window with a view of the small garden and the lake in the distance.

The door was ajar.

Through the crack in the door, one could see a small, elderly woman in a blue top sitting in a wheelchair by the window, her back to the door, staring motionlessly out the window.

"grandmother."

Xu Zhiyi called softly.

The wheelchair turned around.

Grandma tilted her head, looking at him blankly.

"Grandma, it's me, Zhiyi. I've come to see you."

Xu Zhiyi walked over and squatted down in front of the old woman, holding her withered hand.

Grandma rolled her eyes at him. "Of course I know you're Zhiyi!"

"Hehe, it's good that you recognize me."

Xu Zhiyi smiled and held up the box of mooncakes she had brought to her. "These are mooncakes that Teacher Chen asked me to bring for you. They're from a big brand, and I think they're salted egg yolk flavored. Shall I open one for you to try?"

On his way here, he searched on his phone and found that this box of mooncakes costs more than 300 yuan!

It's more expensive than his rent!

Grandma glanced at the mooncakes held up in front of her, then slowly looked away, gazing towards the door, muttering to herself, "Zhiyi will be home from school soon... time to cook..."

Xu Zhiyi felt a lump in her throat.

He remembers clearly that when he was in the third grade of elementary school, his parents died in a car accident, and they were the main party at fault. The family had to sell their house to pay off the compensation.

His grandmother raised him single-handedly, collecting recyclables and doing odd jobs, and managed to support him through high school.

But just as he was admitted to Xicheng No. 1 Middle School, his grandmother's health deteriorated, and her memory declined rapidly.

At first, it was just that I couldn't find things, but gradually it turned into forgetting my keys, forgetting to turn off the gas, and eventually I couldn't even remember the way home.

Xu Zhiyi took her to the hospital for a check-up, where she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease, also known as senile dementia, and the symptoms had already reached the middle stage.

Finally, on the doctor's advice, I was admitted to a sanatorium.

There are people looking after you here, so it's relatively safe.

You don't have to worry about getting lost or getting into a car accident on the street.

Xu Zhiyi sat in the ward for a while until the nurse gently knocked on the door and came in.

"Xiao Xu is here? That's perfect, Dr. Zhang would like to have a talk with you."

"it is good."

Xu Zhiyi followed the nurse out of the room and into the doctor's office at the end of the corridor.

Dr. Zhang is a female doctor in her fifties. She wears glasses, a white coat, and carries a thermos. She has a gentle expression and looks like a neighbor's aunt.

She asked Xu Zhiyi to sit down and opened the medical record folder on the table.

"Xiao Xu, we need to discuss your grandmother's recent condition with you." Dr. Zhang adjusted his glasses and said seriously, "After this period of observation and evaluation, your grandmother's condition is continuing to worsen. It's estimated that she will develop severe symptoms in less than two months."

"What happens if it's severe?"

"Her memory will decline to a very low level; she may not recognize you at all, and will no longer be able to have simple conversations. Eventually, she will completely lose her ability to take care of herself. At that point, she will need 24/7 professional care, including regular turning, feeding, and handling her bodily functions, to prevent complications such as bedsores and pneumonia..."

Dr. Zhang spoke calmly; she had seen this kind of situation many times before.

But Xu Zhiyi felt a tightness in her chest.

"Simply put, if your grandmother's condition worsens, she will need 24-hour care," Dr. Zhang said seriously. "Our sanatorium has a dedicated intensive care unit with a higher level of environment and care, and of course... the cost will increase accordingly."

"How much more?"

"Your grandmother is currently staying in the intermediate care ward. The monthly bed and basic care fee is 6,000 yuan, which can be reimbursed by 65% ​​by the resident medical insurance. In addition, there is an extra 600 yuan for living care expenses, so you need to pay 2,700 yuan out of pocket every month."

If I'm transferred to the intensive care unit, the basic cost is 8,000 yuan, and the medical insurance reimbursement rate remains the same. However, the cost of daily living care and specialized nursing care will also increase, and I expect to have to pay around 4,200 yuan out of pocket each month...

Four thousand two hundred a month!

This price is after medical insurance reimbursement.

Xu Zhiyi did the calculation.

He now makes videos and does odd jobs, earning a maximum of two or three thousand yuan a month.

Fortunately, he still had money from selling the silver!

There was also a silver ingot in the schoolbag that could be sold for money.

If we win the championship at next week's sports meet, we'll get two more silver ingots.

Thinking of this, Xu Zhiyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But we still need to find a way to make money.

The rewards from game missions aren't always silver, and the price of silver isn't stable either. If it drops back to single digits one day, his silver won't be worth much.

He needs money.

Lots and lots of money.

After leaving Dr. Zhang's office, Xu Zhiyi went to the payment counter to pay this month's fees.

[Deduction: 2731]

Balance: 6856

Six thousand eight hundred and fifty-six.

This was all his possessions.

When he returned to the ward, his grandmother seemed to recognize him. She smiled and waved for him to come over. Then she rummaged in her pocket for a while and pulled out a small package made of folded toilet paper.

She trembled as she unwrapped the layers of toilet paper, revealing an old-fashioned one-yuan coin inside.

"I understand~" Grandma slipped a coin into his hand. "Take this, go buy some candy at Aunt Zhang's shop..."

Xu Zhiyi's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Just then, that familiar translucent blue panel popped up unexpectedly in the center of his field of vision—

[Detected that a family elder will bestow a treasured magical artifact upon the player]

[Magic Item Slot Open]

Xu Zhiyi was stunned. She looked down at the inconspicuous old-fashioned coin in her palm, then looked up at her grandmother who was sitting quietly in the wheelchair, lost in thought.

Family elders... magical artifacts...