I Have Infinite Skill Points

The most helpless thing in life isn't encountering setbacks, but facing an opponent who's practically cheating when you're on the verge of a sure win.

How did Wang Mang lose? He lost to the son of destiny.

How did Wu Xiao lose? He lost to Wang Lan—a one-in-a-million talent, possibly even the only monster capable of switching Star Martial Skills without needing any time interval.

The battle began with everyone watching intently and ended with them utterly dumbfounded.

"Damn, I looked it up. Apparently, you do need to adjust after using one Star Martial Skill before you can use another. It takes time. It's like when you're eating and want to do the laundry; you have to set down your bowl and chopsticks before doing the laundry. No time interval? That's not scientific!"

"Wu Xiao must have thought the same thing at that moment."

"Holy shit, I rewatched it in slow motion, thirty times slower. Wolf's Flame Sword did indeed extinguish while he was performing the Star Cloud Dance, but the process definitely didn't take 0.3 seconds."

"Forget 0.3 seconds, it wasn't even 0.1 seconds! He's a monster!"

"Seriously, it's like seeing a ghost!"

Online, there was a heated debate about how Wolf could possibly be so overpowered. Meanwhile, Wang Lan had already arrived at the place where he had met Hu Qing before that night's competition.

"Lang, is there really no way to back out?"

"I've said it time and again. When it's bought, it's final; no backing out. You wouldn't be having second thoughts, would you?"

"No!" Hu Qing clenched his fists tightly, his face still wrapped in blood-soaked bandages.

"Lang, lend me some money."

"How much?"

"Three million!"

"Three million? That's nothing. I'd even give it to you, let alone lend it. But I have one condition."

Hu Qing's lips moved, his body trembling with a mix of emotions. He knew what condition Lang was about to propose. Once he agreed, there would be no turning back.

"Fine, I agree. Three years. I'll only sign with you for three years."

"No problem. One million a year to hire you is a good deal."

"Once you step into the mafia, it's like an endless ocean; from then on, conscience becomes a stranger."

A voice suddenly interrupted their conversation. Lang's expression changed, and he whirled around. When he saw the white mask on Wang Lan's face, his eyes flickered with apprehension.

Lang was just an ordinary man. In the eyes of his underlings, he might be a formidable boss, but he was well aware of his own limitations. An ordinary man was just that—ordinary. To a Star Martial Warrior, he was someone they could crush with a mere flick of a finger.

"What's the point of your three-year agreement? After three years, do you really think you can just walk away?"

Wang Lan's words seemed to drain all the strength from Hu Qing.

"I've been waiting for you to ask, but you never did," Wang Lan said indifferently.

"If we're friends, we don't talk about money. If we talk about money, we're not friends." Hu Qing gave a bitter smile. "I've already thrown away my dignity and lost all face. Now, I'm on the verge of discarding my conscience too, yet here we are, still talking about friendship? How hypocritical."

"Stop berating yourself. We agreed to go see your sister together, remember? Let's go."

Lang chuckled softly, turning and leaving without a hint of reluctance. He knew that with Wolf present, Hu Qing wouldn't agree to his terms that night. But it didn't matter. His sister's illness was a bottomless pit for money. As long as she lived, that pit could never be filled.

Lang believed that before long, Hu Qing would come back to him.

After Lang left, Wang Lan and Hu Qing walked out of the park. Suddenly, a black SUV pulled up beside them.

The window rolled down slowly, and Jiang Xinyu, wearing sunglasses, appeared before Wang Lan.

"Get in."

Without hesitation, Wang Lan pulled open the door and ushered Hu Qing inside. Throughout this, Hu Qing was utterly confused.

"Did you come to watch me compete live?"

"Yes! With a top-seven contender like Wolf competing, how could I not come to show my support? Did you know that your phrase 'I'm in a hurry' is the number one trending search term right now?"

"Ah, well, you know I really was in a hurry. I have some time now. Here, Hu Qing, your hand bone is fractured, and there's a crack in your shinbone. Let me treat you."

"Thanks! Your Medical Star Martial Technique is amazing. Stronger than any Medical Attribute user in the Southeast Military Region. But why can't Star Martial Skills treat ordinary people...? If they could..."

"Who knows. Maybe when we unlock the secrets of Star Martial Warriors, Star Martial Skills will be able to benefit ordinary people too."

"Have you two talked enough? A lot of people are gathering. Where to?"

"Affiliated Hospital of Soochow University," Hu Qing said hastily.

The SUV's engine roared to life, then sped off onto the city roads beyond the park.

"Hey Xinyu, since when can you handle this beast?"

"You still doubt my driving skills?"

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare!"

Wang Lan had never believed the saying that money makes the world go round. He was already quite wealthy, yet he still had to register and queue at hospitals and had never used a VIP lane at the bank. Wang Lan had never flown, so he didn't know about those kinds of privileges. But at least, throughout his childhood and into adulthood, he had lived like an ordinary person, never enjoying special treatment.

Wang Lan knew how tight parking was at the Affiliated Hospital of Soochow University. It was basically impossible to find a vacant spot, especially at this hour.

But when Jiang Xinyu took out a card and handed it to the guard, the guard respectfully let them through. Not only that, he personally led Jiang Xinyu to a designated indoor parking spot.

It turned out that Wang Lan didn't lack the money to enjoy privileges; he simply didn't know how. No one had taught him, and being a homebody, he didn't like mingling with those rich second-generation kids. At most, he would grab a barbecue with Xu Xiangwen, Gong Feiyu, and the others.

The three of them arrived at the intensive care unit. Jiang Xinyu, disliking the smell of alcohol, quietly put on a mask.

Following Hu Qing, they entered a ward with six beds.

As Hu Qing entered, a joyful cry suddenly came from one of the beds.

"Brother!"

Wang Lan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a little girl about the same age as Song Jia, around ten years old. She was bald but, contrary to Wang Lan's expectations, not skinny; her cheeks looked quite full and soft.

By her bedside sat two haggard middle-aged adults, their faces etched with hardship, their hair prematurely white.

Hu Qing strode over to the bedside and took the little girl's hand. "Feifei, how are you feeling today?"

"Dr. Huang just came to see me. He even congratulated me, saying I get to live for another week," replied the little girl with a sweet smile. Her smile even brought a tender expression to the face of Jiang Xinyu, who stood beside Wang Lan.

As Wang Lan and Jiang Xinyu approached, Hu Qing hastily introduced them. "Feifei, Brother has brought some friends to visit you. Mom, Dad, these are friends I met during the competition. That's his... girlfriend."

Hu Qing naturally assumed this. Wang Lan didn't explain, and Jiang Xinyu didn't deny it.

"Thank you, Brother and Sister," Hu Feifei greeted politely.

"Uncle, Auntie, I came straight from the competition, so I was a bit rushed and didn't get a chance to buy anything," Wang Lan said. As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xinyu naturally opened her bag and took out a stack of cash.

The gesture seemed as if they had planned it beforehand.

"Ah, how could we possibly accept this..." Hu Qing's father instantly panicked.

"Uncle, Hu Qing and I are friends. When a friend is in trouble, how could I pretend not to see? Aren't friends supposed to help each other? This money is just a small token from us. It might not be much to us, but it's a significant amount for you. Please, just accept it from the heart and don't push it back and forth."

Wang Lan spoke with such propriety and an undeniable forcefulness that Hu Qing's father found himself momentarily unable to think of a refusal. Jiang Xinyu then pressed a wad of cash, which looked to be about fifty thousand yuan, into Hu Qing's father's hands. "Please, accept it."

"I... I won't waste words on thanks, but my Hu family will remember this for a lifetime."

"Director Li!"

"Director Li is here! My father's illness, is it really..." a middle-aged man asked earnestly.

"Mr. Yuan, it's cancer," Director Li stated. His words made the man's expression instantly fall. Any other illness might have been manageable, but cancer... that was hopeless.

"Little Feifei, does it hurt today?" Director Li approached Hu Feifei with a smile and asked cheerfully.

"It hurts, but not as much as yesterday."

"Hmm, even though it's not as painful as yesterday, you still need chemotherapy tonight. One more session, and the growth of those bone spurs will slow down."

Watching the kindly Director Li, Wang Lan felt an unexpected sense of goodwill towards him. Some people talk grandly about a doctor's benevolent heart yet treat patients with cold indifference. Others never boast, but they treat every patient with the warmth of sunshine.

"Director Li, does Feifei's illness really have no hope?"

"This type of bone cancer is unlike anything I've seen before. It doesn't grow bone marrow tumors; instead, it uncontrollably produces bone spurs. These spurs grow wildly within the flesh, each one stabbing into Feifei's flesh like a steel needle.

I've urged their family many times to reconsider, but they're unwilling to give up. As a doctor, I know how intense that pain must be—being constantly pricked by needles all over your body. It's chilling just to imagine it.

Feifei is also the strongest little girl I've ever met. To endure such pain every day and still be so cheerful and happy, never crying or making a fuss... if there was anything I could do, I'd trade places with her in a heartbeat. Sigh..." Director Li shook his head.

"So, even with money, there's no solution?"

"It's not about the money. Sure, money might persuade Yama to delay taking her, but it can't buy back her life," Director Li spoke softly, careful not to upset Hu Qing's family.

Wang Lan desperately wanted to help this resilient little girl, but the ineffectiveness of Medical Star Martial Techniques on ordinary people had been proven countless times.

As for why, there was still no definitive explanation. The prevailing theory was that ordinary people hadn't awakened the innate talents of a Star Martial Warrior. Medical Star Martial Techniques worked by stimulating healing through Star Power, which implied a fundamental difference in constitution between Star Martial Warriors and ordinary people.

Thus, even if there were many Medical Star Martial Techniques capable of reviving the dead and mending broken bones, they simply couldn't save ordinary patients suffering from diseases.

However, Wang Lan still instinctively reached out and touched Hu Feifei's small hand.

Hu Feifei obediently placed her hand in Wang Lan's palm. What kind of hand was this? Wang Lan could hardly believe it. Such a small hand, yet it felt as hard as cast iron; it was as if beneath the skin lay a sheet of metal.

"Brother, don't be sad for Feifei. Feifei doesn't want to make other people sad because of me."

At that moment, however, Wang Lan's eyes suddenly widened, his face etched with disbelief.

"Holy shit, this isn't bone cancer!"

"What?" Wang Lan's exclamation plunged the entire ward into dead silence. Hu Qing's family stared in disbelief, Jiang Xinyu looked shocked, and as for Director Li, standing behind Wang Lan, his face instantly darkened.