Chapter 5: Discovery

He took off his foul-smelling clothes, had a good wash, and Su Qing felt he finally looked like a person.

Just, this guy!

He won't live much longer.

Recalling the doctor's warning back then—'Cancer cells have spread, treatment not advised, go home, eat well, live well, maybe one month, maybe two'—

Su Qing stared at the young man in the mirror with dry, medium-length hair, a gaunt body, and a pale face, and muttered absentmindedly: 'Why not just kill myself outright? Why come to this damned world to suffer? I had already decided to commit suicide, and now a golden finger shows up—are you really going to torture me before I die?'

He remained silent; everyone fears death, and he was no exception, but with late-stage stomach cancer, what could be done?

A moment later.

"Time travel plus a golden finger—definite protagonist template, a shame I lack the protagonist's fate." Su Qing murmured wistfully, then pulled on the clean coarse-cloth clothes.

"All done?"

Just as he finished putting on his clothes, the door was knocked.

Zhang Lei's impatient voice came in, and then the doorknob began to jiggle restlessly.

What's with the knocking? In a hurry to reincarnate?

Cursing under his breath, Su Qing stepped forward, grabbed the doorknob, and shoved the door open.

The wooden door shuddered, and a 'pop' sounded.

Su Qing looked up and saw Zhang Lei sitting on the ground, covering his nose, staring blankly at him.

Damn it, you're really not going to stop staring at me, huh?

Originally, Su Qing thought that becoming a translator would make Zhang Lei restrain himself a bit, but he didn't expect this guy to think with his crotch.

Looks like I need to kill this guy soon, otherwise I'll have to sleep with my eyes open from now on.

I'm afraid this pervert might pull a night raid or something.

"Aren't you supposed to go see Mr. John? Why are you sitting on the ground?" Seeing the other stare at him blankly, Su Qing said expressionlessly.

"Not bad for the man I've taken a liking to..." Zhang Lei's eyes glazed over as he muttered nonsense, then he came to, crawled up from the ground, touched his reddened nose, and with a dark face said, "Come with me."

Along the camp's gravel path, the two walked one after the other to a wooden two-story building.

"I'm bringing him to see Mr. John."

Zhang Lei took out a cigarette case, pulled out two cigarettes, and stepped forward to flatteringly hand them to the two guards standing in front of the building.

"Go ahead!"

"Thank you."

After a brief exchange, Su Qing followed Zhang Lei to the entrance.

Looking inside, he saw John sitting on the sofa, reading a book.

"Mr. John." Zhang Lei knocked on the door and called out softly.

John heard the voice, looked up, saw the two, stood up, and said to Zhang Lei, "Zhang, you can go attend to your business first."

"Then I won't disturb you." Zhang Lei left, fawning.

After the person left, John then said to Su Qing, "Su, you've come at just the right time."

Saying that, he opened the book in his hand.

Su Qing focused his gaze and saw it was actually a book from the East State; this guy had been pretending all along.

At that moment, John said, "I have feelings for your country's…………"

…………

One hour later.

Su Qing opened the door, walked into the room, and backhandedly closed the door.

The room isn't big.

The furnishings are very simple: just a bed and a chair, with nothing else.

However, Su Qing didn't complain.

Although the new lodging John arranged for him was very crude and cramped, he was already quite satisfied.

After all, compared to before, when dozens of people were crammed into one room, the situation is now much better.

He brushed the dust off the chair, plopped down, then lay back in a 'Ge You slouch' pose, head tilted to stare at the black ceiling, his expression a mix of bewilderment and excitement—quite a sight.

Too sudden.

I originally thought it was just a simple 'time travel back to the past,' but it turned out to be a 'crossing into another world.'

Su Qing suddenly sat upright, recalling what had happened half an hour ago, still somewhat incredulous.

At that time, John expressed his fondness for East State culture and wanted to learn the East State language; upon hearing this, Su Qing naturally agreed to teach.

But having studied the disastrous 'East State script' in his past life, it was certainly not that simple.

After bustling for over thirty minutes, John still hadn't learned a single pronunciation.

Su Qing, helpless, could only focus and continue teaching.

Then he naturally noticed the skills on John's body.

Originally, Su Qing hadn't paid much attention to the matter of skills.

But the opponent's top-listed 'Low-grade Werewolf Bloodline'—what the heck is that?

Does this world have werewolves?

So, after all this effort, my transmigration isn't about time but about the world?

Ah, no!

My own 'Heavenly Base' can not only have skills but also download bloodlines?

Countless questions welled up from his heart, and he hurried to check.

To be continued.

After multiple experiments, he finally confirmed.

It wasn't his eyes playing tricks; John really did have a "low-grade werewolf bloodline," and his own "Heavenly Base" could indeed download bloodlines.

The Heavenly Base really gave him a big surprise...

Shaking his head, Su Qing gathered his thoughts, looking at the light screen before him, he suddenly felt he might still be able to salvage something.

But he remembered, werewolves have self-healing abilities!

In the past, when he watched movies for fun, he saw werewolves get shot bang bang, turned into a beehive, and still instantly recover thanks to their self-healing ability.

So.

If he also had werewolf bloodline, could he cure his cancer through self-healing ability?

Even if he couldn't cure it, just alleviating it a bit would be fine.

Being able to live a few more days would also be a gain.

Moreover, werewolves have formidable combat strength—not to mention defying heaven, earth, and air—but killing a few ordinary people is no harder than killing a chicken.

By then, Zhang Lei, that pervert who covets his butt, could kill him with a raise of his hand.

But...

Su Qing touched his chest through his clothes, and his weakness made him sigh.

Using the Heavenly Base's download function requires him to continuously provide energy; downloading an English skill earlier had made him lose a bit of weight, his ribs protruding.

With his current body, he can no longer support another download.

If the Heavenly Base had appeared half a month earlier, with his body still unharmed by the mine, he could grit his teeth and still manage.

But there are no "ifs" in the world.

If he forced a download now, he'd probably die on the spot without waiting a month.

It seems he can only take it slow.

First nurse his body back to health, then download.

But is there enough time?

The doctor said he had as little as one month, as much as two months.

After experiencing half a month of labor life, his body had been devastated badly; the doctor's estimate of one to two months would likely need to be discounted.

Forget it.

Overthinking is useless; now he can only take things step by step.

Shaking his head, Su Qing composed himself, got up, and began tidying the room.

The room wasn't big, and it was tidied up quickly.

After a busy day, Su Qing was utterly exhausted; as soon as he lay down on the bed, his eyelids started to fight.

Seeing nothing to do left or right, he simply decided to catch some sleep.

Not knowing how long had passed, when Su Qing woke from his sleep, the sky had already grown dim.

Just as he was staring blankly at the ceiling, he heard a series of clanking sounds coming from outside the room.

That sound meant it was time to eat.

Su Qing, whose "Five Viscera Temple" had long been in rebellion, immediately got up, left the room, and headed toward the cafeteria on one side of the camp.

Along the way he encountered several cowboys, and, unsurprisingly because of his skin color, they questioned him.

Fortunately, Su Qing got by by saying he was Mr. John's translator.

Upon arriving at the cafeteria, the cafeteria lady saw him and, without saying anything, just scooped out a ladleful.

Thus far.

After half a month, Su Qing finally had his first proper meal since crossing over.

Although it was just ordinary mashed potatoes and ham slices, he also ate it with relish.