[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-12":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Lord of the Proles",{"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},2290310,4478,"Chapter 12: Too Delicious (Special Bonus for Patron Nyaiko)","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-12",12,"\u003Cp>He Haiqin despised foreigners, just as He Jiaqing despised international students at school—in this regard, father and son were astonishingly alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Yuxiu gripped He Haiqin’s hand and said, “Brother, listen to your sister: this physician truly has skill—he was sent by Xiao Zheng. Let him try.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get out!” He Haiqin shoved his sister away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Yuxiu turned to Yan Yulin: “Sister-in-law, say something!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Yulin took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and said, “Master, I’ve obeyed you in everything my whole life—this one time, I’m making the decision myself. Sister, bring the physician in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Yuxiu rose to fetch the physician; He Haiqin was furious but powerless to stop her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the physician Cui Ti came to the window—blond-haired, blue-eyed, with a high nose bridge. Seeing He Haiqin’s full-body pustules, Cui Ti was startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Yulin quickly explained: “Doctor, don’t be afraid—these pustules aren’t contagious. We’ve cared for him for two years, and no one here has caught it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck you, dead foreign devil!” He Haiqin glared at Cui Ti, then turned to Yan Yulin: “Why are you saying all this nonsense? Can this dead foreign devil even understand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand!” Cui Ti replied, his pronunciation precise and clear. “Not all foreign devils are bad. I’m a good foreign devil. I love Pulu Province.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Haiqin forced a bitter smile: “You’re quite the talker.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not just talk,” Cui Ti unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a hairy chest with five large tattoos: I LOVE PULU PROVINCE.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Yulin covered her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Yuxiu said beside him: “Look, look! He’s sincere—he’s tattooed it right on his heart!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Haiqin turned his head away, refusing to look at Cui Ti: “My home has none of your foreign equipment. Leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti shook his head and smiled: “Respected Master, don’t worry—I don’t need foreign equipment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m a Medicinal Cultivator. I use ancient Pulu medical techniques. Let me examine your pulse first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti carefully took He Haiqin’s pulse. He Haiqin gritted his teeth, refusing to look at him even once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minutes later, Cui Ti seemed to have formed a diagnosis. He opened his bag, pulled out a silver needle, sterilized it over a candle flame, and gently pierced one of He Haiqin’s pustules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick green fluid oozed out. Cui Ti dipped his finger in it, brought it to his nose, and sniffed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he licked the fluid off his finger, tasting its flavor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Yulin had just insisted the pustules weren’t contagious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, seeing Cui Ti put the fluid in his mouth, she couldn’t help vomiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just her—the pustule’s owner, He Haiqin, wanted to vomit too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Yuxiu had stronger nerves. Her cheeks twitched briefly, then she said to He Haiqin: “Brother, look how dedicated Dr. Cui is—he swallowed it himself, and now he’s still savoring the taste in his mouth!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ughhh~” He Haiqin vomited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Food Cultivators must not vomit lightly—it’s a grave disrespect to food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But He Haiqin simply couldn’t hold it in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti’s tongue still moved, meticulously savoring the pustule’s flavor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minutes later, Cui Ti nodded: “I think I know the origin of this illness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Yuxiu froze: “Tell me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti said: “This illness shouldn’t exist in this world—it was created by someone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, He Haiqin turned his face toward Cui Ti, astonished: “Do you know who did this to me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had always suspected the Lu family had plotted against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Yuxiu’s eyes widened: “Is it those Lu bastards?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti shook his head: “I don’t know who. But I can find a cure. Respected Master, give me a private room—I’ll prepare your medicine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Haiqin frowned slightly—he didn’t trust unknown medicines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti knew his concern: “Respected Master, rest assured. I’ll stay in your mansion until you’re fully healed. If anything goes wrong, you may kill me at any time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Haiqin glanced at Yan Yulin. She gave the steward a signal and arranged a separate room for Cui Ti.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less than half an hour later, Cui Ti stepped out holding a test tube filled with white powder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Respected Master, swallow this medicine. Your illness will heal quickly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Haiqin stared at the white powder, his cheeks twitching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t want to take it—he didn’t trust foreigners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his condition was so dire, even without medicine, he wouldn’t last hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Yulin took the test tube. He Haiqin hesitated, then nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Yulin fed the powder into He Haiqin’s mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Haiqin’s throat was full of pustules—he had severe difficulty swallowing, which was why he couldn’t eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oddly, this time, without water, the dry powder somehow slid down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti stood respectfully beside the bed, showing he wouldn’t leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After about an hour, the once-weak He Haiqin slowly sat up on the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was sweating profusely; his pustule-covered skin showed faint color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Yulin’s face lit up with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Yuxiu praised endlessly: “Brother, look how powerful Dr. Cui is—one dose, and he’s already recovering!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti smiled gently: “Respected Master, do you believe me now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Haiqin snorted: “Foreign devil medicine always treats symptoms, never the root!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti shook his head: “I’ll stay in your mansion until you’re fully healed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Haiqin glanced at Cui Ti: “How much did Xiao Zheng pay you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti spread his hands: “I can’t tell you. It’s my code of conduct. Master Xiao said I must cure you—he said money is no issue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Haiqin frowned: “Just tell me the amount—don’t beat around the bush!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti sighed helplessly: “Master Xiao gave me ten thousand silver dollars.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Haiqin nodded to the steward: “Give him ten thousand silver dollars. Let him rest in the guest quarters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti shook his head: “You don’t need to pay me—Master Xiao already…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is my gift to you! Go!” He Haiqin admired Cui Ti’s skill, but it changed nothing—he still despised foreigners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Cui Ti left, He Haiqin told his wife: “Yulin, bring paper and ink—I’m writing my will.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, what are you doing?!” Yan Yulin wanted to clamp his mouth shut. “You’re already better—why say such bad luck?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t trust that foreign devil. This might be a deathbed revival. Bring paper and ink now. I’ll dictate, you write. Sister, witness this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Haiqin was stubborn; no one dared oppose him. Paper and ink were prepared. His first instruction was to entrust the He family to He Jiaqing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Yuxiu said beside him: “Brother, let me remind you—Jiaqing is still lying there. Whether he wakes up is uncertain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Haiqin shook his head: “I heard from the third brother—he’s not seriously ill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Yuxiu snorted: “You trust the third brother? Do you know what he’s really planning?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you and Jiaqing die, my sister-in-law and I won’t be able to stand against him. The He family will fall into his hands. Jiaqing’s condition? He might have caused it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister, you, you, you…” He Haiqin suddenly began gasping violently; pustules across his body burst open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Yulin rushed to support him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haiqin, I was just speaking nonsense—don’t scare me!” He Yuxiu turned to fetch Cui Ti, but He Haiqin called her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister, I’m hungry. Bring me something to eat…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hungry?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Haiqin was hungry!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a Food Cultivator can eat, he has survived the tribulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Yuxiu was overjoyed: “Dr. Cui is incredible! One dose, and he’s recovered!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medicine?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did it work?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, not at all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those white powder grains were no different from dirt on the ground!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the guest room, Cui Ti stared into a mirror and extended his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his tongue was a pea-sized green pustule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Haiqin wasn’t cured by medicine—Cui Ti had transferred all the disease foci onto himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the moment he first licked the pustule fluid, the disease had entered him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From then on, He Haiqin began healing—that’s why he could swallow the powder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti isn’t a Medicinal Cultivator—he’s one of the rarest cultivators in the world: a Disease Cultivator!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at his tongue, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a perfect pustule!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who created this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seems others still live in my Dao sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I must find him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and kill him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehehehehe!” Cui Ti let out a chilling laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cough cough cough~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He laughed too hard—the pustule on his tongue burst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick green fluid choked him into a coughing fit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After coughing, he licked his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a slurp, he swallowed all the juice and let out a sincere exclamation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So delicious!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prozhou, Kudai Kan, out in the wilderness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Train 1160 was still stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loud quarrels and fights occasionally echoed outside the carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng opened his backpack and carefully counted the remaining food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Once again, thank you to our patron Naiyazi, and to all readers—have a pleasant weekend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1456,"2026-06-20T03:43:13.043Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0fdae218640d079eafcc1152ca87695a7590b45b2bd7c395921371234096ed90","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-13","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-11",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]