Chapter 145

This livestream was completely unplanned. I came here solely to rescue Zhang Kui, so the duration was predictable.

From entering the rear area of Mount Qixing this morning until now, six p. m., nearly twelve hours have passed. As the silhouette of a helicopter appeared on the horizon, this livestream was clearly nearing its end.

Soon, the helicopter hovered at forty to fifty meters above, unable to descend further—this was a dense forest zone, and even the most open areas had severe limitations.

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

Both wore firefighter uniforms; they must be firefighters.

In China, firefighters can do anything—you can call for help whenever the public needs them.

"Mr. Qin, hello."

"Mr. Qin, are you alright?"

Two greetings came through the helicopter's loud noise; both sides quickly approached each other.

Qin Yun shook his head: "I'm fine, but Zhang Kui's condition is poor—are there doctors and medicine up there?"

"Yes," the firefighter on the left nodded, set down the stretcher, bent down to check Zhang Kui, and said, "City experts are already aboard, 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 gripping one end, and swiftly secured it to the ladder.

"Mr. Qin, we'll go up first, then lower the rope 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 livestream.

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

"Yes, once you lose respect for nature, this is the result."

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

"Of course—he was in that state, if no one came, he'd have been dead already. Only Mr. Qin would've come."

"Has nothing to do with Mr. Qin—he just watched Mr. Qin's livestream and copied him; 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 soon. 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 a. m."

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

"As many friends say, I could've ignored him—but since I have the ability, and once I knew, if I truly didn't act, my conscience would condemn me. I couldn't live with myself. So I came."

"Zhang Kui was lucky, and so was I—this livestream was a complete success."

"Then…"

Before Qin Yun could finish, the livestream chat flooded with messages.

"No, don't go yet! It's only six-thirty—why end now? Your drone still has battery. Keep chatting!"

"Exactly! Livestreams need rest too. Don't stay tense all the time. Sometimes relax, be a chat host—it's fine."

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

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

But since there was nothing urgent now, 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, quick, and fast—that's the hallmark of short videos, right? We get it, Mr. Qin."

"You sound reluctant. Mr. Qin's getting arrogant—how dare you treat your gold patrons like this?"

"…"

If he were just a chat host, Qin Yun was clearly unfit—he chatted sporadically, 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 interior. After the cabin door slammed shut, a doctor was injecting a syringe into Zhang Kui's body, treating 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 can't blow away the spirit of youth】

As sudden memories flooded his mind and sensations returned to his hands, Qin Yun couldn't help but feel speechless.

He didn't even play music—why was he constantly being given music-related skills?

Instrument repair was one thing—it was at least a trade. But now he had the erhu, now the bamboo flute—was his music skill set growing endlessly? Who knew what absurdly vast music skills he'd get in the future.

Though baffled, after the skill infusion ended, he still felt somewhat pleased.

Compared to the erhu, the bamboo flute was clearly far 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.

Much 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 aimed at anyone—not everyone likes being exposed on camera.

But netizens still heard the doctor's words.

"Hope Zhang Kui gets lucky."

"Yeah, losing a leg—can't even imagine his future life."

"Think positively—at least he's alive."

Qin Yun took the clothes handed to him by the firefighter, quickly changed into them, and instantly felt warm. The helicopter moved swiftly, soon landing on the helipad of City Hospital No. 1 from Mount Qixing.

After waiting until Zhang Kui was admitted to the hospital, Qin Yun deposited enough money into his hospital account to cover this 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 watching live: never challenge things beyond your capabilities. Know your limits—remember that."

"We'll see you in our next stream."

With that, Qin Yun directly tapped to end the broadcast, hailing a ride-hailing car to the Mount Qixing Villa Hotel.

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

Back at the triangular wooden cabin, a slender figure stood waiting for him under the light.

"Su Huan!"

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

Their eyes met, both revealing relaxed expressions.

"Hurry inside and take a shower to drive out the chill."

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

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

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

"Yes! Successfully reached first base!"

The handhold was natural, the release natural—Su Huan showed not the slightest awkwardness, as if it were perfectly ordinary, even habitual.

In truth, she had simulated this handshake countless times earlier, nearly burning out her brain.

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

"Hehe, successfully reached First Base Level Initial Stage. Next comes deeper physical contact—Su Huan, you can do it."

*Snap! *

The bathroom door opened, and a head poked out.

"Uh… could you hand me… are you okay?"

Su Huan instantly wiped the smile from her face, feigning calmness, 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 this mountaintop? What kind of mosquito survives at this temperature? Hand me my phone—I like listening to music while showering."

"Oh, wait a moment!"

Su Huan handed him the phone. Once the bathroom door shut again, she immediately covered her face.

Of course she couldn't let her guard down—she'd almost been caught.

Qin Yun watched Su Huan through the glass door, unsure what to say. Had she forgotten this door was one-way transparent glass?

Hahaha, he never expected Su Huan had this side—it was hilarious. He should've brought the phone in earlier and recorded that moment.

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

…

The next morning, Qin Yun learned Zhang Kui had regained consciousness!

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

Seeing Qin Yun, Zhang Kui on the hospital bed grew excited: "Qin… Qin Ye… thank you… thank you… I…"

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

Zhang Kui's spirits remained high: "Qin… Qin Ye, I'm fine. The doctor says my leg's been saved—I'll recover fully with rest."

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

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

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

"When I woke up, a snake was right beside me. Bit my leg in one go."

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

"Thank you, Qin Ye."

Zhang Kui was thrilled—this was his expensive secondhand phone, bought specifically for streaming. He'd thought he'd lost it forever.

"Will you keep streaming?"

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. Keep going. What matters most is finding the right direction. This field may look simple, but it still requires learning."

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

No sooner had he finished than a commotion erupted outside, and the ward 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…"

"Qin Ye, I'm from Aishi Network…"

"I'm from Zhangjiajie Daily… Could you…"

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

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

"Yes, Qin Ye. 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 ward—don't disturb the patients' rest."

…

After dealing with the media, Qin Yun ignored the online frenzy. To him, this commotion meant less than a single system pop-up.

The two exited Xiaoshan Airport and reached the parking lot.

"Won't you 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 gave a slight nod and didn't press further; she opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.

She rolled down the window: "Then take care of yourself, and remember to call every day—I need to report to Auntie anytime."

Looking at the lovely face before him, Qin Yun suddenly, without thinking, 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 because I want to talk to you every day."

With that, the engine started, and the car pulled away from beside him.

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

Yet he held himself back.

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

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

"Was that a confession? Probably not," she murmured to herself. "Yes, not a confession—it's just how friends talk. No one confesses like this."