Chapter 156: 156, That really is a miracle

In the end, for safety's sake, Ren Xiaosu abandoned the notion of using Yan Liuyuan as a test subject, for he could barely control the thing himself—what if Yan Liuyuan passed through the Shadow Gate and something went wrong?

However, Ren Xiaosu turned his attention to another matter—the Shadow Gate, when replicated from Luo Xinyu, was nearly two meters long.

Yet Ren Xiaosu could only send an arm through it; why open such a large door when there was no need, drawing unnecessary attention?

Thus, Ren Xiaosu pondered whether the door could be shrunk to the width of an arm...

At that moment, Yan Liuyuan, beside him, noticed the Shadow Gate on the ceiling begin to tremble, as if some rule resisted Ren Xiaosu’s will.

Ren Xiaosu sensed that the Shadow Gate’s dimensions seemed fixed from its inception, unshakable.

This was a clash of wills.

Wasn’t strength meant to serve will? This otherworldly power itself originated from will.

Yan Liuyuan saw sweat bead on Ren Xiaosu’s forehead but did not interrupt.

The next instant, Yan Liuyuan watched the edges of the Shadow Gate crumble and collapse, shrinking!

Had Luo Xinyu been present, she would have been stunned—for even its creator could not alter the Shadow Gate’s size!

Relieved, Ren Xiaosu now saw the Shadow Gate reduced to a circle no thicker than an arm; he closed it, and upon reopening, found he could freely adjust its dimensions.

Yet he lamented that, no matter the size, only an arm could pass through...

This is unscientific!

He had fully mastered the ability, yet why this restriction?

Ren Xiaosu muttered to the Palace in his mind, “Is it your doing?”

The Palace replied, “No authority to inform.”

Ren Xiaosu: “...”

He was now certain the nauseating condition of allowing only an arm’s passage was the Palace’s rule...

Ren Xiaosu told Yan Liuyuan, “Tomorrow, when you go grocery shopping with Xiaoyu, buy a live chicken.”

“Mmm, okay,” Yan Liuyuan agreed, “What use is your ability?”

“It’s quite useful,” Ren Xiaosu said earnestly, “Even if only an arm can pass through, you can strike someone unexpectedly, and no one will know who did it.”

Though imperfect, the ability suited Ren Xiaosu’s nature perfectly.

...

The next morning, Yan Liuyuan accompanied Xiaoyu to the market, only to find a familiar face waiting at the shop’s shuttered door.

It was Yan Linfeng from Xicheng District.

Yan Linfeng swaggered in, asking, “Heard you sell some miraculous medicine here?”

Wang Fugui thought business had finally come knocking—nearly a week had passed since anyone last bought medicine, and the effects should have spread, yet no customers arrived.

Though uneasy before, Wang Fugui’s spirits lifted with Yan Linfeng’s arrival, a sign the medicine’s reputation had grown.

Unruffled, Wang Fugui grinned, “Yes, we sell a male-specific miracle medicine, but due to the complex process, only one dose per week.”

“Oh,” Yan Linfeng said brazenly, “How much per dose?”

“2000,” Wang Fugui replied with a smile.

“Why not rob me?” Yan Linfeng exclaimed, “I heard it was 800 per dose!”

“The ingredients in the formula grow scarcer; future batches of black medicine may dwindle,” Wang Fugui said offhandedly, finding excuses effortless for a seasoned schemer.

At that moment, Ren Xiaosu emerged from the backyard, and after a pause, Yan Linfeng said, “Give me one dose.”

“Sorry, we start selling this week’s black medicine tomorrow—fixed schedule each week,” Wang Fugui stood firm, posture rigid.

Yan Linfeng bristled, “Do you know who I am?”

Ren Xiaosu chuckled—oh, he knew all too well, but he deflected, “Last week, the Order Department’s Director Chen came asking; we refused. Not out of pride, but the black medicine isn’t ready yet.”

Yan Linfeng’s face darkened, “I need this urgently—you’re doctors, aren’t you? Look at you, speaking like doctors! I’ll give you a chance to rephrase!”

Ren Xiaosu paused, what should a doctor say? After a long silence, he replied, “Sorry, we’ve done our best.”

Yan Linfeng: “???”

Are you speaking human words? Am I dying or something?!

Just then, other customers entered, and Yan Linfeng turned to see Planning Department’s Director Wang, accompanied by two subordinates clutching a banner.

Yan Linfeng immediately bowed, “Director Wang, why are you here?”

“Yo, it’s Little Yan,” Director Wang sneered, “I’ve come to thank the doctors here.”

When Ren Xiaosu saw the banner, a bad omen struck—surely it was another miracle cure? The subordinate unfurled it, revealing four words in bold embroidery: Child-Giving Guanyin!

Wait, how did it involve Child-Giving Guanyin?!

Beside him, Yan Linfeng looked equally baffled—how did it gain this function? Yet the troublemaking Yan Linfeng suddenly dared not act, realizing a scene in the shop might offend Director Wang.

Director Wang explained cheerfully, “Years ago, the Third Hospital in the Barrier diagnosed me as infertile—a lifelong sorrow. Recently, someone gave me this black medicine; to my surprise, my wife said she’s pregnant yesterday!”

Upon finishing, Ren Xiaosu immediately asked the Palace in his mind, “Does this black medicine also treat infertility?”

To his surprise, the Palace answered crisply, “No.”

Both Ren Xiaosu and Wang Fugui were puzzled—Ren Xiaosu confirmed, “Are you sure she’s pregnant?”

Director Wang replied happily, “Certain—we tested her blood at the hospital yesterday. Blood tests don’t lie; she’s definitely pregnant.”

Ren Xiaosu fell silent, then smiled, “Then it’s a miracle.”

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