Yan Yuchen, troubled by the encounter with the disturbed girl, found himself unable to sleep after returning to the hospital. Fearful of another unexpected visit, he refrained from venturing out of his body as an astral form.
Floating nearby, Qingya observed his master's distressed demeanor and struggled to contain laughter, remembering the recent amusing incident.
Yan Yuchen's powerful spirit allowed him to function well even without sleep. His mental and physical capabilities had undergone a remarkable leap. He absorbed lessons effortlessly, astonishing his tutor, Yuan Xiaofen, who marveled at his genius.
In the second week at the hospital, Yan Xiaoxi delivered home-cooked meals. While the family shared a meal, a nurse approached with a bill. Smiling, she greeted them and informed Yan Yuchen, "Your father needs more tests this afternoon, and your mother is still recovering, so there are additional charges. Here are the bills for yesterday and the day before."
Examining the bills, Yan Yuchen inquired, "How much more is needed?"
The nurse sighed faintly after glancing at the family of four. "Your parents can't be discharged yet. It might take another three to four weeks. The additional cost could be around thirty to forty thousand."
Curious, she looked at Yan's parents, "Normally, everyone should have medical insurance. You've spent a lot during this period. If you had insurance, it could save you a substantial amount. Why haven't you..."
Father Yan gave a bitter smile, unable to reveal the truth that they weren't locals and lacked the required documentation for insurance. He replied, "We didn't expect to end up in the hospital, so we didn't arrange for it."
The nurse, with a skeptical look, chose not to press further. "Rest well. The wound on your back is very deep; it reaches the bone. It won't recover in just a day or two. You shouldn't move around too much these days."
After the nurse left, mother Yan glanced at Yan Yuchen, her eyes dimming. "The money in the account should be running low by now. In my room's cabinet, there are some jewelry pieces. You and Xiaoxi can take them this afternoon to sell. It should sustain us until your father and I are discharged."
Father Yan ate in silence, a sense of guilt weighing on him. As a man, he regretted not protecting his pregnant wife well, leading them to endure hardships in this place without proper identification or good job opportunities.
Yan Yuchen remained silent, lifting his bowl and quietly finishing his meal.
Yan Yuchen firmly decided that his mother's precious jewelry, laden with memories of her parents, would not be sold. These items were her only connection to her family, and he couldn't bear to see her regretful tears.
Determined not to sacrifice his mother's cherished memories for financial gain, Yan Yuchen vowed to find an alternative solution.
After finishing their meal, Yan Yuchen and his younger sister, carrying their lunch boxes, left the hospital. Walking home, Yan Yuchen furrowed his brows in thought.
How could he earn money now?
He possessed the ability to astral project, but that wouldn't suffice. He couldn't ethically use his powers to deceive wealthy individuals into giving him money. Such actions would make him no different from malevolent spirits. Moreover, as he focused on refining his soul, he couldn't engage in any morally questionable activities.
He reminded himself: "Do not disregard the small acts of kindness, and do not engage in small acts of evil." This principle, held both before and after his rebirth, guided him.
Life should be lived seeking inner peace. A restless heart, even amidst wealth and abundance, was akin to torture.
As they walked down the bustling street, Yan Yuchen contemplated how to secure the needed funds. His younger sister, observing his troubled expression, suggested, "Brother, why don't we borrow money from someone first? If we sell Mom's jewelry, she'll be very upset."
Yan Yuchen shrugged, feeling dejected. "Who can we borrow from? We don't have any relatives here."
His sister stopped in her tracks, looking at him earnestly. "Then... what about asking Yuan Xiaofen? She helps you with your studies every day, and you two seem close. There might be hope."
Yan Yuchen frowned, shaking his head. "No, she's just a student. Even if she's willing, her parents definitely won't agree. Tens of thousands of yuan is not a small amount. If I really ask her, it'll put her in a difficult position."
Seeing his reluctance, his sister sighed, "Then, what should we do? Are we really going to sell Mom's things when we get home?"
Yan Yuchen had no immediate answer, continuing to walk in silence.
When they reached a newsstand, he absentmindedly glanced at a newspaper displaying a prominent headline: "Huge Reward - Seeking Theme Song for 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes'!"
Halting abruptly, Yan Yuchen inspected the newspaper closely. It read: "Breaking News! The filming of Master Jin Yong's 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes' has been completed, and the director is now searching for the theme song. A reward of one hundred thousand yuan awaits the selection of a song that best complements this classic martial arts drama."
Yan Yuchen's hands trembled slightly as he continued reading, and he soon recognized a familiar actor's name—Huang Rihua!
Seeing this name, vivid scenes from his past life's TV drama flooded his mind: the vast grasslands, galloping horses, a young hero, and the iconic archery scene from "The Legend of the Condor Heroes."
Simultaneously, the unforgettable and invigorating melody of the classic theme song echoed in his ears: "Dimly recalling, dreams, once seen... In the heart, waves appear..."
A flush of excitement spread across Yan Yuchen's face, and the stirring memories surged within him like a sudden storm.
In this world, there was no trace of this song, none of the popular songs from his past life, and no familiar music stars. The music charts were filled with what would be considered old-fashioned songs from his previous life.
This meant he had a golden opportunity to earn money using his musical skills!
He didn't aspire to be a celebrity, nor did he crave the limelight. His sole desire now was to earn enough money to cover his parents' medical expenses.
Yan Yuchen handed a coin to buy the newspaper, then affectionately patted his sister's head, saying, "Little sis, go home first. I'll spend some time at the internet cafe."
There were various music editing software available online, and he was adept at using them, having played around with such tools during his past life while learning the guitar and piano.
The hundred-thousand-yuan reward was something he was determined to obtain. The hospital wasn't a charity, and although they might allow some delay in payment, they wouldn't tolerate perpetual non-payment.
Earning money was an urgent matter for him now!
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