Rural Strongest Little Divine Doctor

Outsiders would think Luo Yang was truly lucky, losing at times, but losing less and winning more.

Even though Lang Yifeng suspected something off about Luo Yang, after all, the poker cards were not distributed but shuffled and placed in the center of the table for everyone to cut. The deal was genuinely randomized, making cheating almost impossible unless one hid identical decks of cards on themselves.

However, Luo Yang was wearing a short-sleeve T-shirt with empty hands, nowhere to conceal a card.

Several rounds quickly passed, and Luo Yang was still winning.

Lang Yifeng was getting restless, cursing and swearing. With his fiery anger, if Luo Yang said he wanted to leave, Lang Yifeng looked like he was about to get violent and rob him.

Suddenly, someone at the table with the 4 bosses shouted excitedly.

"Haha! I've got three Kings, you've got three Queens, there's no denying it! This round is so satisfying to win! Haha!"

"Damn it, even with three Queens I still lost!"

"Haha! I've never felt such a thrilling victory! Haha!"

The winner was a bald middle-aged man, laughing loudly, clearly extremely excited. But while laughing, he began to shake.

"Quick, save me. I'm having a heart attack, atta... attack. Save, save, save..."

The bald middle-aged man couldn't stand steady, and with a sway, he collapsed to the ground.

The other three bosses actually hoped the bald man would die so they could split his winnings; they just sat there, making no move to help.

The other gamblers were all rough men, with no knowledge of how to save a life. Apart from watching the excitement, they were just watching the excitement.

This was Lang Yifeng's territory, and he didn't want someone to die here, so he decided to take the bald middle-aged man to the hospital.

"There's no time! I can save him," Luo Yang shouted.

Everyone looked over with dubious expressions.

Besides believing Luo Yang's words, no one else had a better idea.

"Niu Zai, hurry and save him," Lang Yifeng urged.

From the bald middle-aged man's condition, Luo Yang knew he had a myocardial infarction, excitement triggering his blood flow issue.

He took out the Silver Needle and within a short time of performing acupuncture, it was effective.

The bald middle-aged man regained consciousness and after getting up, knowing it was Luo Yang who saved his life, he gratefully said, "Brother, thank you! I don't have much to repay you with, but you can have this money."

There was a large amount of one hundred yuan bills on the table, probably around 100,000 yuan.

Luo Yang didn't hesitate and bagged the money in a plastic bag, thinking that this amount would be enough to rent the land.

As he attempted to leave, Lang Yifeng blocked him: "Niu Zai, you know the rules here. You can leave only if someone tells you that you can."

The bald middle-aged man spoke up plainly, "Xiao Lang! It's getting late. Can't a person go home and rest? Are these the rules you set up?!"

Village bosses usually have ties to the underworld.

Not to mention the bald middle-aged man's influence, he was a regular in the gambling scene, so Lang Yifeng had to show some respect.

"Since Boss Wang has spoken, then let's do this, you can go home and rest tonight. But you must come back tomorrow night. You know the rules of the casino. Don't say I'm bullying you. We're all from the same village; we should abide by the rules," Lang Yifeng said.

With more than 100,000 in hand, there was enough to rent the land. But there was the well to drill and the greenhouse to build, he still needed to earn more money.

Lang Yifeng's words were just what Luo Yang wanted to hear, he smiled and said, "Alright, I'll try my best to come tomorrow night."

After speaking, he took the bag of money and went home.

At night, he slept with his head on a large bag of bills, dreaming about sitting atop a pile of money, chuckling endlessly in his dreams—it was the first time in his life he had earned so much money.

The next day, Luo Yang was thrilled all day long. He planned to secure the land lease first before telling his family and An Yuying, giving everyone a big surprise.

But in the eyes of the village head Xie Runfa, Luo Yang didn't carry enough weight, and it wouldn't be easy to casually lease the collective land. After thinking it over, he decided to discuss it with his family and An Yuying back home.

In truth, with more than 100,000 yuan, there was enough to add another story to his house. But if he built the house, then there'd be no money left to lease the land, and he'd need to earn even more. Torn between building a house or renting land, Luo Yang couldn't decide.

Eventually, he decided to go back to the casino to make money. With two or three hundred thousand, he could both build a house and lease the land.

At noon, he had lunch at school, and soon after it was time for the afternoon activity class. Those who didn't want to stay at school for physical exercise could go home, as there was no evening self-study class on Saturday.

They would rest on Sunday.

"Luo Yang, don't leave. The Sorority is gathering for training later, and you need to attend," Hong Jiaxin said.

"Class leader, do you really want me to participate?" Luo Yang asked with a smile.

"Today, I want to introduce you to the sisters in the Sorority. We can't do without a sparring partner like you. Let me just finish this math problem. It won't take long," she said.

After saying that, Hong Jiaxin focused on solving the problem.

Sometime later, Hong Jiaxin finished the math problem and, along with Zeng Xiaomei, took Luo Yang to the gathering place of the Sorority.

After descending the stairs and exiting the back door of the school, they arrived at the new sports field.