Chapter 452 Ruthless Male Lead 11 Zi Xi took stock of the valuables she had plundered from her adoptive parents. Although it wasn't much, it was enough for her travel expenses and initial costs to City A.
Yun Yifei, from the Yun family in City A.
Even if she doesn't go to acknowledge her relatives, there's still that fake person who took her place in life and enjoyed everything that should have belonged to her.
She wanted to settle this score herself.
She touched the warm, smooth safety buckle around her neck; it was her only, and most real, connection to the past.
"Yun Yifei, your father is here."
Zi Xi murmured the unfamiliar name, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
With the meager savings she had scavenged from her adoptive parents, Zi Xi made her way through a series of journeys and finally arrived in the bustling and vibrant City A.
Skyscrapers stand tall, traffic flows like a river, and neon lights flash.
All of this was completely unfamiliar to her, who had just emerged from the deep mountains and ruins.
Zi Xi possessed nothing of value except the "Shennong Manual" inherited from her mind.
The first thing needed is a foothold.
The Yun family, a top-tier wealthy family, is not something she can easily approach in her current state and circumstances.
She needs resources and information, as well as a suitable identity and opportunity.
Zi Xi rented the cheapest, cramped room, only a few square meters, in a chaotic old district on the outskirts of the city.
After settling in, she began to think about how to use her abilities.
Medical skills, poison skills?
She chose medicine.
It wasn't out of compassion to heal the sick and save lives, but because it was the fastest way to accumulate initial capital and connections while remaining relatively low-key.
Poisoning will be her trump card and her sharpest weapon; she will not easily reveal it unless absolutely necessary.
The set of inherited gold needles was too precious to be displayed, so she purchased some ordinary silver needles and some common Chinese herbs.
Then, she turned her attention to the lower-class people in the old city who were turned away by the high costs of major hospitals.
At first, no one believed that this young, beautiful but simply dressed girl could have any superb medical skills.
She didn't argue, but quietly took the medical licensing exam and then observed her surroundings looking for opportunities.
The opportunity will come soon.
A migrant worker who fell and injured himself at a construction site had no money for treatment. His wound became severely infected and ulcerated, and he had a persistent high fever. His coworkers carried him back to his lodgings, where he was practically waiting to die.
With nothing to lose, the workers found the girl who had put up a sign for free clinics on Wednesdays at the entrance of the alley.
Zi Xi examined the wound; it was oozing pus and blood and had a foul stench.
Others covered their noses and stared sideways, but she remained unfazed.
She used the unique methods of wound cleaning, detoxification, and tissue regeneration from the "Shennong's Secrets" in combination with ordinary silver needles to dredge the blocked qi and blood.
Then she applied her specially prepared herbal ointment, which has a strong anti-inflammatory and tissue-regenerating effect.
The migrant worker's high fever subsided in just three days.
The festering of the wound was brought under control, and new granulation tissue began to grow.
A week later, he was even able to walk with difficulty.
The miraculous healing effect caused quite a stir in this old town.
More and more people started seeking her medical help.
She often achieves remarkable results in treating sprains, bruises, and even chronic diseases that hospitals have deemed incurable.
She charges extremely low fees, even waiving them for the truly impoverished, but requires patients to exchange fragmented information they know about the major families in City A.
With her superb medical skills and unique information gathering methods, Zi Xi quietly took root in the most inconspicuous corner of this bustling city.
People didn't know her full name; they just called her Dr. Little Purple, their words filled with gratitude and awe.
As night deepened, Zi Xi returned to her cramped cubicle.
She counted her earnings for the day; she only had some change.
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