Chapter 145: Music Skills Keep Increasing

This live stream was completely unplanned. I came here solely to rescue Zhang Kui, so the duration was only to be expected.

From entering the rear area of Mount Qixing at dawn until now, six in the evening, nearly twelve hours have passed. As the silhouette of a helicopter appeared on the horizon, this live stream was clearly nearing its end.

Soon, the helicopter hovered at forty to fifty meters above, unable to descend further—it was still a dense forest, no matter how open it seemed.

In a short while, a rope ladder dropped down, and two figures climbed down one after the other.

Both wore firefighter uniforms; they must have been firefighters.

In China, firefighters can do anything—you can call for help whenever ordinary people need them.

"Mr. Qin, hello."

"Mr. Qin, are you alright?"

Two greetings came through the roar of the helicopter; both sides quickly approached each other.

Qin Yun shook his head: "I'm fine, but Zhang Kui's condition is poor. Are the doctor and medicine up there?"

"Yes," the firefighter on the left nodded, lowered the stretcher, bent down to check Zhang Kui, and said, "City experts are already up there, and the specific antivenom for the sharp-nosed viper has been prepared."

"Good."

The two firefighters quickly placed Zhang Kui on the stretcher, then went one after the other through the rope ladder, each holding one end, and swiftly secured it.

"Mr. Qin, we'll go up first, then lower the ladder again."

"Alright, saving lives is urgent—I'm not in a hurry."

They nodded to Qin Yun, then pulled hard on the rope ladder; the winch activated, and the ladder slowly rose.

Qin Yun aimed the drone upward, his voice transmitted through the microphone to the live stream.

"Friends, Zhang Kui is lucky. I hope he recovers fully and never does anything so reckless again."

"Yeah, once you lose respect for nature, this is what happens."

"Without Mr. Qin, Zhang Kui would've died for sure—I'm saying it straight."

"Of course—he'd be dead already if not for Mr. Qin. Who else would've come to save him in that state?"

"It has nothing to do with Mr. Qin—he just learned from watching Mr. Qin's stream. Not just anyone would do that."

"To be blunt, even if Zhang Kui had died, it wouldn't be Mr. Qin's fault. He's an adult—he must take responsibility for his own actions."

Qin Yun smiled faintly and said, "I hope Zhang Kui recovers quickly. Now, it's time to say goodbye. I'm Qin Yun, a temporary rescue specialist. This time, I entered the undeveloped zone of Mount Qixing at eight in the morning."

"I encountered wild boars, venomous snakes, and heavy rain, and finally found Zhang Kui trapped here."

"As many friends say, I could've ignored it—but since I had the ability, and knew about it, if I truly did nothing, my conscience would condemn me. So I came."

"Zhang Kui was lucky, and so was I. This live stream ended perfectly."

"Then…"

Before Qin Yun could finish, the live stream flooded with messages.

"No, don't go off-air yet! It's only six-thirty—your drone still has battery. Keep chatting!"

"Yeah, live streams need rest too. Don't stay tense all the time. Take a break, be a chat host—it's fine."

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

Seeing the endless stream of agreements, Qin Yun was speechless.

But since there was nothing urgent, he thought for a moment and agreed.

"Fine, let's chat for half an hour. What do you want to talk about?"

"That's too short! You're Mr. Qin—why so brief?"

"Short, fast, and quick—that's the hallmark of short videos. I get it, right, Mr. Qin?"

"You sound reluctant. Mr. Qin's getting arrogant—daring to treat his gold patrons like this?"

"..."

If he were just a chat host, Qin Yun was clearly unfit—he chatted half-heartedly, and soon the rope ladder lowered again. He held the drone in one hand, gripped the ladder with the other, and slowly ascended.

Soon, he entered the helicopter's cabin. The door slammed shut, revealing a doctor injecting a needle into Zhang Kui's body to treat him.

Beside him, a box held an opened glass vial—the antivenom.

As the antivenom entered his system, Qin Yun's system reacted.

【Check-in task completed. Random reward obtained: Bamboo Flute skill +1】

【Bamboo Flute Skill LV1: Can blow away the dust of mortal life, but not the spirit of youth】

As sudden memories flooded his mind and his hands responded, Qin Yun couldn't help but feel baffled.

He didn't even play music—why keep giving him music-related skills?

Instrument repair was understandable—it was a trade. But now he had the erhu, now the bamboo flute—was his music skill set growing endlessly? Who knew what else might be added later.

Though baffled, after the skill fully implanted, he felt somewhat pleased.

Compared to the erhu, the bamboo flute was clearly more elegant.

In wuxia films, the three most common instruments are the qin, the xiao, and the di—and when the bamboo flute sounds, a gentle breeze arises.

Far better than the erhu's mournful tone.

"His venom spread quickly. Whether his left leg can be saved can only be determined at the hospital."

After administering the antivenom, the doctor carefully examined him and made his judgment.

Qin Yun's drone wasn't focused on anyone—not everyone likes being filmed.

But netizens still heard the doctor's words.

"Hope Zhang Kui gets lucky."

"Yeah, losing a leg would make life unimaginable."

"At least he's alive—that's the bright side."

Qin Yun took the clothes offered by the firefighters, changed quickly, and instantly warmed up. The helicopter sped swiftly, landing at the helipad of City Hospital No. 1.

Qin Yun waited until Zhang Kui was admitted, deposited enough money into his hospital account to cover treatment, then quietly left.

"Brothers, this is truly goodbye. I'm Qin Yun, an outdoor streamer. Zhang Kui's ordeal should serve as a warning to you: never attempt things beyond your ability. Know your limits—remember that."

"We'll meet again in the next live stream."

With that, Qin Yun clicked off the stream, hailed a ride-hailing car, and headed for the Mount Qixing Villa Hotel.

When he arrived at the cable car's lower station, Mount Qixing was nearly deserted.

Back at the triangular cabin, a slender figure waited for him under the lamplight.

"Su Huan!"

Qin Yun called out, and the figure stirred, turning toward him.

Their eyes met, both relaxing into easy smiles.

"Hurry inside, take a shower, warm up."

Su Huan stepped forward, naturally taking Qin Yun's hand, opened the door, and walked in.

Qin Yun watched her actions, his heart stirred slightly, but he showed no sign, letting her soft hand hold his tightly.

Sensing his lack of resistance, Su Huan exhaled in relief.

"Yes! Successfully reached first base!"

The handhold was natural, the release natural—Su Huan showed no awkwardness, as if it were routine, even habitual.

In truth, she had simulated this moment countless times before, nearly overheating her brain.

When Qin Yun entered the bathroom with his pajamas, Su Huan's face lit up with excitement.

"Hehe! Successfully advanced to First Base Stage—now, next step: deeper physical contact. Su Huan, you can do this."

*Snap!

The bathroom door opened, and a head poked out.

"Uh… can you get me… are you okay?"

Su Huan instantly wiped her smile away, feigning calm, returning to her usual demeanor: "I'm fine. Just got bitten by a mosquito. What do you need?"

"Mosquito?" Qin Yun scratched his head. "Mosquitoes on the mountaintop? What kind survives at this temperature? Hand me my phone—I like listening to music while showering."

"Oh, wait!"

Su Huan handed him the phone. As the bathroom door closed again, she covered her face.

Of course—don't get overconfident. Almost got caught.

Qin Yun watched Su Huan through the one-way glass, unsure what to think. Had she forgotten this was a one-way mirror?

Ha! Who knew Su Huan had this side? So hilarious. I should've brought the phone in earlier and recorded that moment.

He smiled faintly, muttered, "Let things unfold naturally," and stepped into the shower.

…

The next morning, Qin Yun learned Zhang Kui had awakened!

He and Su Huan checked out and went to City Hospital No. 1 to visit him.

Seeing Qin Yun, Zhang Kui, lying in bed, grew excited: "Mr. Qin… thank you… thank you… I…"

Qin Yun hurried forward, pressing him down gently: "Don't get excited. Relax. How do you feel? What did the doctor say?"

Zhang Kui was still exhilarated: "Mr. Qin… I'm fine. The doctor says my leg's saved—I just need rest to recover fully."

"Good," Qin Yun patted his shoulder. "That was way too dangerous. You're unlucky—got beaten by macaques, then bitten by a venomous snake."

Zhang Kui's face was still pale. He chuckled awkwardly: "I was provoked by netizens. I never planned to enter the undeveloped zone—but then I thought, since I lost signal, I might as well film something. Didn't expect meandering around, I ran into macaques."

Speaking of the macaques, Zhang Kui was furious: "One or two are fine, but they throw things at you, then swarm you—I got knocked out."

"When I woke up, a snake was right beside me—bit my leg in one bite."

Qin Yun found it amusing and exchanged a glance with Su Huan, pulling his phone out of his backpack: "This is the phone I found—it's dead."

"Thank you, Master Qin."

Zhang Kui was delighted; he'd paid a fortune for this secondhand phone, specifically for livestreaming, and had thought he'd lost it forever.

"Will you livestream again?"

Zhang Kui thought for a moment, then nodded firmly: "Times have changed—I want to try changing too."

Qin Yun said nothing to dissuade him, only nodded: "Mm, do your best. What matters most is finding the right direction. This field may seem simple, but it still requires learning."

"I know, Master Qin. I'll work hard."

No sooner had he finished than a commotion erupted outside, and the hospital room door burst open as a group of media reporters rushed in.

"Are you Mr. Qin Yun?"

"Hello, Mr. Qin Yun, we'd like to interview you…"

"Master Qin, I'm a reporter from Aishi Network…"

"I'm from Zhangjiajie Daily… Could we just…"

Seeing the sudden influx of media, Qin Yun's brow furrowed.

He gave a slight apologetic nod to the other patients in the room, then said to Zhang Kui: "Rest well. I'm leaving now."

"Yes, Master Qin. Thank you for saving my life."

He nodded, then turned to the media: "If you have questions, let's find a quieter place. This is a hospital room—don't disturb the patients' rest."

…

After dealing with the media, Qin Yun ignored the online frenzy; to him, none of that excitement compared to a single system pop-up.

The two exited Xiaoshan Airport and headed to the parking lot.

"Aren't you going to rest a few more days?"

Qin Yun shook his head: "No. If I rest any longer, my Land Rover will be completely drained."

Su Huan nodded slightly, said nothing more, opened the car door, and got into the driver's seat.

She rolled down the window: "Take care of yourself. Call me every day—I need to report your status to Auntie anytime."

Looking at the lovely face before him, Qin Yun suddenly, inexplicably, blurted out: "Aren't you the one who wants to talk to me?"

The moment he spoke, silence fell between them.

Qin Yun rubbed his nose, about to say something, when Su Huan smiled brightly: "Of course. Mostly, I just want to be able to talk to you every day."

With that, she started the engine and pulled away from his side.

Qin Yun watched Su Huan's left hand waving goodbye, and a sudden urge to chase after her surged within him.

Yet he held himself back.

He simply stood there, quietly watching the car fade into the distance until it vanished.

Meanwhile, Su Huan's face was flushed crimson, her heart pounding fiercely.

"Was that a confession? Probably not…" she murmured to herself. "Right, it's not. It's just how friends talk. A confession doesn't happen like this."