[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-high-martial-world-getting-strong-by-grinding-er":3,"chapter-high-martial-world-getting-strong-by-grinding-er-high-martial-world-getting-strong-by-grinding-er-chapter-68":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","High Martial World: Getting Strong by Grinding Er Lang Shen's Talent",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2330435,4558,"Chapter 68: Lin Zhen Falls Ill (Requesting Follow-Up)","high-martial-world-getting-strong-by-grinding-er-chapter-68",68,"\u003Cp>Another day passed, and mid-November arrived across the nation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tianhai City began to enter winter, the weather turning chilly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For ordinary people, it meant adding one more layer of clothing for warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For strong, healthy students, there was no real difference between spring, summer, autumn, and winter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At noon, outside No. 2 High School.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qi quickly signed on his tablet and took the brown delivery box from the courier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This delivery was a small box; he carried it swiftly back to his martial arts room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opening the box revealed another black metal container, but without a password.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pressing the button, it opened automatically—inside lay a simulated arm, its skin texture and flesh-toned surface appearing utterly lifelike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qi took it out, felt it, and nodded: “No wonder I spent 300,000 on this prosthetic—it’s clearly exceptional.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad will love it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the top-tier genius loan hit his account, he ordered the prosthetic online.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prosthetics never come cheap; Lin Qi’s father, Lin Zhen, had bought only the most basic, cheapest model—50,000 Xia Nation credits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could only assist Lin Zhen with basic movement, but offered poor breathability and comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overexertion risked infection and hindered recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this one was custom-made: expensive, yet comfortable to use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the gift he prepared for his father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nightfall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as evening self-study ended, Lin Qi rode his bicycle, the metal box tied to the rear rack, slicing through the cold night wind like lightning toward home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rongshan Community, Building 4, Unit 301.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Click!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned the key and opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qi entered carrying the metal box, but the oppressive atmosphere inside made him sense something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the living room, three figures sat at the table eating; the aroma of food and beer filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His parents and Uncle Fang Zhe were drinking and eating as usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father Lin Zhen smiled: “Xiao Qi’s back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mother Fang Huiyi forced a smile, her eyes red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncle Fang Zhe smiled, staring at Lin Qi—internally astonished by how much he had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had grown taller and bulkier, radiating an aura that even this third-rank martial artist felt a hint of pressure from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qi, with his sharp perception, sensed something unusual; he placed the metal box on the sofa and sat down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, Uncle, why did you come back suddenly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qi asked curiously—weren’t they supposed to return only in late December, after his final exam?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had they come back a month early?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bad feeling stirred in him; he studied the three, and quickly spotted the key detail—his father Lin Zhen’s left sleeve hung limp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, where’s your prosthetic?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three exchanged glances; Uncle Fang Zhe sighed first:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Qi, we won’t hide it from you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your father had an accident at Linhai Base—just a few days ago, while we were working together…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncle Fang Zhe explained the full story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Lin Qi listened, his brow furrowed; he looked at his father—Lin Zhen looked exhausted, aged further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle, you’re saying Dad collapsed from overwork and exhaustion while carving meat, and a massive beast carcass fell on him, destroying his prosthetic?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncle Fang Zhe nodded: “Exactly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mother Fang Huiyi spoke up reproachfully: “Thank goodness it was the left arm. That steel-armored rhino’s leg weighed over a ton—if it had hit the right arm, he’d have needed another amputation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhen scratched his head with his right hand, then sighed, ashamed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I took the meat-carving job hoping to earn more, but now this happened—my prosthetic’s ruined, and the medical bills alone cost 150,000.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even with partial reimbursement from my supervisor and your family card, the cost was still this high—otherwise, it would’ve been worse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qi calculated internally: meat-carving did pay well—his father had earned 300,000 Xia Nation credits in just two months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the job was brutal; Lin Zhen’s body had collapsed under the strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncle Fang Zhe continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At the hospital, we found out your father’s body was already worn down from chronic overwork—he had problems everywhere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Treatment only addressed the infection in his right arm and superficial injuries.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Other issues: lumbar muscle strain from muscle damage, myofasciitis…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cervical spondylosis, shoulder periarthritis from skeletal damage…” He listed a long string of minor ailments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qi inwardly gasped—so many illnesses; his father was practically drowning in them. How had he even endured this long?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So from now on, your father needs rest. With today’s technology and martial arts advancements, many illnesses can be cured,” Uncle Fang Zhe said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qi nodded, stood up, picked up the metal box from the sofa, opened it, and took out the new prosthetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He handed it to his father Lin Zhen and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, this is the new prosthetic I bought for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For now, stay home and focus on recovering. I’ve got several million on me—I can fully heal you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhen stared at Lin Qi, stunned—he’d been too guilty to notice earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, looking closely, his son had changed beyond recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face had matured, inheriting Fang Huiyi’s features, now colder, more handsome, his gaze bright and deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once lean, he was now tall and powerfully built—easily over 1.85 meters, his muscles radiating explosive strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this really his son?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Video calls hadn’t prepared him—now,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He mechanically took the new prosthetic and slowly attached it to his left arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his arm—then his eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great breathability, very comfortable, much more flexible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How much did this prosthetic cost?” Lin Zhen swung his arm, a rare smile breaking through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three hundred thousand Xia Nation credits,” Lin Qi replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhen: …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, Uncle Fang Zhe left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had returned only to bring Lin Zhen home and no longer intended to continue as a meat-carver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family now had Lin Qi’s repayment, plus his own savings—enough to cover household expenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the living room, Lin Qi was gone; Fang Huiyi and Lin Zhen were tidying up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Qi has become truly capable now,” Lin Zhen remarked with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You probably don’t know—he’s already in the top ten of his grade, nearly top hundred in Tianhai City,” Fang Huiyi added proudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhen stared blankly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this really our son?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course it is. Our Xiao Qi has always been outstanding—this is only natural.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re not short on money now. Just rest well—you don’t need to work so hard anymore,” Fang Huiyi smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re right,” Lin Zhen nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qi didn’t sleep; seeing it was still early, he took a bottle of energy tonic and stood in a martial stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind surfaced his father Lin Zhen’s face—his hair had turned much grayer since returning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years without adequate resources had drained his blood qi, regressing him to the second realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combined with chronic overwork, he’d fallen into illness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life, Lin Qi had been a corporate drone, constantly overworked, suffering from lumbar muscle strain, cervical spondylosis, and shoulder periarthritis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain was unbearable—and Lin Zhen endured far worse, for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It shook Lin Qi deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now is the Martial Era—technology is advanced, many medicines can cure muscle damage and similar ailments.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have money. Dad’s body can be fully restored.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qi calculated: Lin Zhen’s body could be healed—but he wasn’t satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted his father to be completely healthy, to regrow his left arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he knew of one medicine that could regenerate limbs—Regeneration Water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A top-tier elixir from Blue Planet—each bottle costs 50 million Xia Nation credits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m too poor right now; I must become stronger and demonstrate greater talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qi’s gaze grew resolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1270,"2026-06-20T20:27:41.493Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d4c723520a20d3e4db31d90f897d0d69c623817b22dd3f057ac277cfd59f7564","high-martial-world-getting-strong-by-grinding-er-chapter-69","high-martial-world-getting-strong-by-grinding-er-chapter-67",992,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhigh-martial-world-getting-strong-by-grinding-er-cover.jpg"]