Zhao Youcai's statement that only one in ten survives is the worst-case scenario. In reality, most of the time, eliminating four or five people is enough to advance.
In other words, if Yang Cheng hadn't been so unlucky, he could have easily been promoted to a patrolman after killing those four people yesterday.
Yang Cheng took a stroll around the small town, and even went to check on the site of yesterday's battle, but the large crater that had been blown up yesterday had disappeared.
There's also the noodle stall run by that ghost boss that Yang Cheng encountered when he first entered the city yesterday. During the day, it's still a noodle stall, but it's run by an old lady cooking noodles.
"Interesting. Are day and night two different worlds, or is the damage caused by night simply blocked out?"
Yang Cheng stroked his chin, suddenly realizing a very serious problem.
What will I eat?
After a night of fierce fighting, Yang Cheng was already severely exhausted, and it was time for him to eat.
Although with Yang Cheng's current physical strength, he wouldn't starve even if he didn't eat for ten meals, let alone one.
However, if the body does not get enough rest and recuperation, its strength will naturally weaken.
And perhaps because his power was being suppressed, he was feeling quite hungry.
Just then, a commotion suddenly arose from the market ahead.
A tall man in a black suit with a somewhat fierce face was snatching steamed buns from a market vendor and stuffing them into his mouth.
This person is clearly a reincarnator, but this city is strange. Although the reincarnators dress differently from ordinary people, no one questions or inquires about it.
"Why are you trying to steal my steamed bun? Pay up or I'll make you regret it!"
The reincarnator's attitude towards the natives of the reincarnation world seemed to be similar to Jiang Tianlei's; both regarded them as NPCs and were arrogant and tyrannical.
"I've never paid for a meal at a restaurant in Beijing, and you expect me to pay for your lousy steamed bun? You're asking for it!"
The reincarnator formed a hand seal and slapped forward with great force, startling the steamed bun vendor.
He froze on the spot, and the scene became extremely awkward.
The reincarnator then realized that his power seemed to have been suppressed during the day.
"Damn it, he's just trying to steal a steamed bun and he's acting all high and mighty with me. Brothers, kill him!"
At the vendor's call, all the vendors around him rushed forward, knocked the reincarnated person down, and beat him mercilessly. The scene was so gruesome that even Yang Cheng couldn't bear to watch.
A reincarnator at the level of the Eight Gates can live a very comfortable life in the main world as long as they don't flaunt it too much.
Just like Lin Zongxing, although he was a good-for-nothing, he was still able to get his hands on some wealthy businessmen.
Now he's surrounded by a bunch of vendors, being punched and kicked. He's probably suffered a lot of physical and psychological damage.
Yang Cheng shook his head, strolling around the city while observing his surroundings.
Finally, he arrived at the door of a clinic, where an old doctor wearing a long gown and round-framed glasses was taking people's pulses and treating their illnesses. There was even a stethoscope next to him.
After Yang Cheng finished writing a prescription for the last patient, he went over and asked, "Sir, are you still hiring at your clinic?"
The master craftsman glanced at Yang Cheng, shook his head, and said, "Sorry, we're not hiring apprentices here anymore."
Yang Cheng said, "I'm not here to apply for an apprenticeship, but to apply for a doctor's position."
The old doctor asked in surprise, "Oh? A doctor? You studied Western medicine? Only Western doctors are this young."
My apprentice, who is a doctor in Shanghai, mailed me something called a stethoscope. Do you know how to use it?
Unfortunately, I don't have those medicines that Western doctors use, so coming here won't help you."
Yang Cheng said, "I studied Western medicine for a few years, but my ancestors were from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, so I naturally know traditional Chinese medicine as well."
If you trust me, you can let me try sitting in the office, and you can supervise me from the side.
Yang Cheng wasn't lying to the old master; he genuinely knew some traditional Chinese medicine.
He had learned some traditional Chinese medicine theories while in school, and later when he apprenticed to learn martial arts, he also had a master who was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.
In fact, many martial arts masters are also proficient in medicine, and some even run their own clinics.
Martial artists need to understand their own structure to become familiar with themselves and grow stronger.
Similarly, it is necessary to understand the enemy's physical structure, find the body's weaknesses, and strike a fatal blow.
Similarly, the medical profession requires a meticulous understanding of the human body, so it is not surprising that some martial arts masters also understand or are proficient in some medical practices.
Although Yang Cheng couldn't be considered an expert, his years of experience allowed him to spot minor flaws without much trouble.
The old master craftsman said with some doubt, "Alright, you can sit in the office for half a day today."
However, let me make it clear beforehand that if any problems arise during your consultation, you will be solely responsible.
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