Chapter 2255: 2178 Heaven Accepts the Despised

Existing data is limited; no one can confirm what illness this is. It's only recommended to run various tests before making a judgment.

Dahungya felt a surge of pride inside, thinking, "I've been baptized by an immortal's nectar—what a load of bullshit illness."

"We haven't even started the consultation; just being unconscious doesn't prove anything." After saying that, an old doctor saw Dahungya wake up, stepped forward, and began the normal consultation procedure.

But Dahungya suddenly sat up, startling that old doctor.

"Lie down quickly, don't faint again," several people said in unison.

Dahungya felt he had come back to life, but their voices were a bit loud, sounding as if someone were shouting right next to his ear.

Normally, he would definitely point at their noses and unleash a string of insults, leaving them speechless.

Dahungya liked doing that—when he met a soft persimmon, who wouldn't want to give it a squeeze?

Teasing the doctors, they wanted to talk back or fight back, but they simply didn't dare. The rules were strict, and the moral pressure to save lives weighed heavily; Dahungya knew this all too well.

Dahungya knew exactly what to say and what to do.

But today he had no interest in it.

Having been bathed in the immortal's nectar and gained supernatural powers was good, but once his hearing improved, his whole mind teetered on the brink of collapse.

He could hear the sound of saliva secretion from the glands in his mouth, a soft "beep-beep".

He could hear the friction between his muscles whenever he moved.

At this moment, he felt like a machine—no matter what, sounds would reach his ears.

Dahungya was on the verge of collapse, roaring as he refused the doctors' request for further examination. But when he shouted loudly, he felt even worse.

A sudden huge noise almost plunged Dahungya into collapse.

He ran back home, and while running he felt like the legendary Kuafu, with the earth rumbling beneath him.

These sounds gave Dahungya no sense of might or grandeur; he felt he was about to collapse.

He put on the noise‑cancelling earbuds his little brother sent, tried everything he could, but it was utterly useless.

Whether he should hear it or could hear it, as time passed Dahungya found his hearing becoming clearer.

At first he gritted his teeth and endured, quietly holding out in the still of night, hoping he could get through it.

But later—after three days—he could no longer bear the pain and torment, and decided to go find Zheng Lao Ban.

At this point Dahungya thought being an ordinary person would be fine; the Heavenly Ear skill was truly a pitfall, and he realized he lacked the fortune to endure it.

Zheng Lao Ban could even cure heavenly calamities, so surely he could handle this. Dahungya completely forgot about his earlier thoughts of revenge against Zheng Lao Ban; instead, his first thought was to go to him for a solution.

Whether it was supernatural powers or illness, Zheng Lao Ban should be able to resolve it—wasn't it him who solved the case of the Xianggang earth master pregnant with a demon fetus?

Dahungya didn't dare take a plane; just thinking about the roar of an aircraft gave him a feeling of being near death.

He had someone drive while he lay flat in the back seat. Even so, Dahungya felt he might collapse at any second.

Walking the line between life and death, Dahungya felt no emotion at all. His brain was filled with all the sounds, which intertwined without melody or beauty, just a meaningless buzzing that made him irritable.

The roar of the car's engine formed the background of these noises, especially when overtaking on the highway, where that roar mixed with the sound of a large truck's tires rubbing the pavement……

Refreshing!

It would be better to faint; Dahungya wanted to cry but had no tears.

But life is just so unlucky—when you don't want to faint, you faint; yet when you actually want to pass out, the state of knowing nothing after losing consciousness never comes.

After traveling a thousand miles, he arrived in Di Du, at 912; it was already 4:15 p. m.

As work was ending, Dahungya ignored the noise in his ears, jogged all the way, and told himself he must not faint before seeing Zheng Lao Ban.

As long as he found Zheng Lao Ban, he believed the problem could be solved. At this moment, the young surnamed Zheng from the past two days became Zheng Lao Ban again.

Fortunately, when Dahungya ran to the Intervention Department hallway, he saw Zheng Lao Ban, having changed clothes, walking out laughing with an elderly senior official.

"Plop~"

Dahungya hesitated not at all; he performed a phoenix kneel, dropping straight from midair into a rigid kneel before Zheng Lao Ban.

Director Kong jumped in shock, wondering what was happening.

Zheng Ren saw Dahungya suddenly appear before him, then rushed over, shifting his left foot to block Director Kong behind him. Just as he was about to kick and send Dahungya flying ten meters, he noticed Dahungya's strange posture.

"What's going on?" Zheng Ren immediately saw Dahungya's system panel and blinked in surprise.

"Zheng Lao Ban, save me…" Dahungya wailed, then turned pale and froze.

He was used to acting; it was second nature. A drama queen takes over, saying whatever comes. Following the usual routine, he would next hug Zheng Lao Ban's thigh, blubbering with tears and snot to seek sympathy.

Ordinary people buy into this; doctors even more so.

No matter how tempered steel you are, you can't say anything.

But after that one howl, Dahungya felt his head buzz, nearly making him faint.

The sound was too loud—especially since it came from himself—truly unbearable.

"Zheng Lao Ban, what is this…" Director Kong asked doubtfully.

"Bang."

Dahungya was kicked by Su Yun into the opposite wall.

Su Yun had long wanted to deal with him; after coming to Di Du, Dahungya kept showing up at his door. This time, a phoenix kneel and a wail wore out Su Yun's patience completely.

Zheng Ren slightly shook his head, stopped Su Yun, and gave Dahungya a cold look, asking, "What do you want from me?"

His tone was cold and flat, without a hint of color.

"Zheng… Lao Ban, save me." Dahungya said as softly as he could.

But as soon as he spoke, his whole body resonated like a vessel, buzzing inside.

Only then did Dahungya truly grasp how correct the saying "a person is merely a stinking sack of skin" is.

Although he had realized this, he truly couldn't bear it.

Cultivating immortality—he simply didn't have the fortune for it.

"Talk about business, I'm busy here." Zheng Renye also didn't want to see Dahungya suffer.

This guy's misfortunes never ceased; seeing that he was doing poorly, Zheng Ren felt much relief in his heart.

As for the illness, let's not worry about it for now.

Seeing Dahungya's eyes dull and lifeless, his mouth corners drooping, his hands and feet twitching slightly, his whole body sunk into a state of collapse, Zheng Ren felt joy bloom in his heart.

This is the heavens collecting on a despicable person.