Why didn't you tell me earlier that my little sister is still waiting for me?

【Open Duan Jiabao's treasure chest! 】

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 10 billion yuan.]

Congratulations to the host for obtaining the skill "The Blessing of Small Happiness".

Congratulations to the host for obtaining 80 customization points from the Private Customization Studio.

[A Small Blessing of Fortune: A passive skill that imbues the host with a subtle dose of luck. Upon activation, this skill will grant the host one or more "small lucky" events within 24 hours. The intensity of these lucky events depends on the host's fortune and current circumstances, often presenting unexpected small surprises, conveniences, or opportunities in life. Note: This skill has a cooldown period; it takes 7 days between activations before it can be activated again. Luck is unpredictable, so please maintain composure.]

After seeing the skill introduction, Lin Bufan excitedly sent a message to Duan Jiabao: "You finally showed your worth, Baozi. I'm so touched!"

At that moment, Duan Jiabao was standing by the roadside, waiting for Daxiong to buy her milk tea. Today was their first date. She was startled by Lin Bufan's message and immediately looked around like a guilty thief, thinking he was nearby and had seen the scene. After searching for him but not finding him, she quickly replied, "How did you know I had a boyfriend? Did you hire someone to spy on me?"

However, Lin Bufan did not reply to the message. He continued to open the treasure chest.

【Open Yangtao's treasure chest! 】

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 10 billion yuan.]

Congratulations to the host for obtaining god-level hotel management.

Congratulations to the host for obtaining 80 customization points from the Private Customization Studio.

"Damn, more useless skills!"

[Open Wang Manni's 100 Favorability Treasure Box! ]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the formula for a special medicine to treat mid-stage cancer.]

Congratulations to the host for obtaining 100 customization points from the Private Customization Studio.

If the amount drawn out of 100 is a loss or a profit?

Forget it, at least it’s out, let’s go to the next one!

[Open Ye Zhenzhen's 100 Favorability Treasure Box! ]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining permanent ownership of a planet (number TX-817).

Congratulations to the host for obtaining 100 customization points from the Private Customization Studio.

Lin Bufan looked at the reward that appeared in his mind, and he froze in place as if struck by lightning. He even wondered if he was hallucinating from sitting in the bathroom for too long due to lack of oxygen.

"Planet...planet ownership?" he muttered to himself, then shook his head violently. His voice rose uncontrollably, exploding in the small bathroom: "Holy shit! Are you crazy?!"

The roar was so sudden and loud that the bathroom door, which wasn't very soundproof to begin with, couldn't block it out at all. Outside the ward, Director Zhang, Chen's parents, Xu Hongdou, and Chen Nanxing, who were anxiously waiting, were all startled by the sudden roar. They looked at each other, their faces filled with surprise and confusion.

What happened? Did the toilet explode?

In the bathroom, Lin Bufan no longer cared about what the people outside thought. He frantically poked at the system with his mind, his tone full of disbelief and madness:

"Get out of here, you bastard! Explain to me! What the hell is planet ownership?!"

Amid Lin Bufan's roar, the familiar sound of mahjong shuffling cards "clattering" sounded in his mind again, with a sense of indifference and leisure.

What are you arguing about? Planet ownership, are these five words hard to understand? In plain words, planet TX-817 is yours from now on, legally, regulatoryally, and even cosmically!

"Fuck you!" Lin Bufan was so angry that he almost jumped up and down. "You say it's mine?! Is my name written on that damn planet?! I use a big speaker to shout to the world that the TX-817 is mine, and everyone will accept it?"

【What are you afraid of? We have proof!】

Before the system finished speaking, Lin Bufan felt as if there was something extra in his hand. He subconsciously looked down and saw that he had an ordinary A4 printing paper in his hand, and even the edges were a little rough.

At the top of the paper, written in large black ink, were the words "Planet Ownership Certificate." Below that were several lines of similar handwriting:

[Planet number: TX-817]

[Owner: Lin Bufan]

[Awarding unit: Cosmic Chaos Probability Law Certification System (stamped area)]

[Note: This certificate is the only legal proof of ownership, universally applicable, and the final right of interpretation belongs to this system.]

The most outrageous thing is that the so-called "stamping area" is actually a crooked circle drawn with a red ballpoint pen, with two words written inside the circle - "Stamped"!

Lin Bufan stared at the paper, his eyes wide as bells, his mouth twitching wildly. He remained silent for a full half-minute. Then, he took a sharp breath, and his suppressed anger erupted like a volcano, roaring silently into the air (the system):

"Holy crap! Could you be a little more perfunctory?! The planet ownership certificate is just an A4 sheet of paper, which is fine! But you wrote it by hand?! And you don't even have a proper seal?!

I ask you—

Can I take this thing out?

Huh?! Can I take it out?!

If I take this thing to the United Nations and say that the ball is mine, do you believe they will send me straight to a mental hospital with the highest level of security?! Do you know that?!"

"It doesn't matter. You're a psychopath anyway. It's a perfect match for your profession, seamless. How great." The system's electronic voice carried a sense of gloating laziness.

"Fuck you!" Lin Bufan was so furious at the system's bad attitude that he was fuming. He had no place to vent his anger, so he sat on the toilet and waved his fists around indiscriminately in this small bathroom, delivering a set of "turtle punches" that had no aesthetic appeal and were purely for venting.

"I'll beat you to death, you bastard! I'll beat you to death! I'll beat... I'll beat... I'll beat, beat, beat..."

Although Lin Bufan's boxing style lacked any technical skills, his strength, enhanced by the system, was astonishing. Each punch produced a whirring sound through the air. The powerful air currents surged through the confined space, striking the walls, door panels, and sink, creating a buzzing vibration. The entire bathroom seemed to tremble with his movements, and the partitions rattled.

Outside the ward, Director Zhang and others listened to the unexplained roars, the fierce "whooshing" sound of the wind, and the "rustling" sound of building materials being overwhelmed by the weight coming from the bathroom. The expressions on their faces changed from astonishment to horror.

Father Chen swallowed nervously, "Xiao... Xiao Lin... what is he doing in there? Dismantling... dismantling the bathroom?"

Chen's mother also looked worried: "Nothing will happen, right? It sounds too loud..."

Xu Hongdou frowned and subconsciously took two steps forward, as if wanting to knock on the door and ask, but felt it was inappropriate and froze in place.

Chen Nanxing opened his eyes wide, feeling worried and a little amused.

Director Zhang adjusted his glasses that had slipped to the tip of his nose, his heart beating wildly: This... is this still necessary to hold an exchange lecture? If we disagree on something, will I be beaten to death on the spot?

In the bathroom, Lin Bufan finished his set of Turtle Punches, finally letting out some of the pent-up anger in his chest. He panted heavily, forcibly suppressing his irritability, looking at the light A4 paper in his hand, feeling extremely annoyed.

"Alright! Even if... even if the entire universe recognizes this piece of scrap paper! Then let me ask you, how do I get through?

what? !

So where is this TX-817? Are there interstellar routes? Are there buses? Are there shared spaceships?

Even if I could get there, what would I do? Would I be the captain of the ship alone? Play the real-life version of Minecraft? Or wander the planet? Or live in self-exile?

Stupid! You could develop aerospace technology! Don't you have Xiaobaizi Technology under your command? Throw money! Throw resources! Initiate R&D! Build spaceships! Build a space elevator! Once the technology matures, you can start interstellar migration and bring Earth's people there to live! Then, as the owner of the planet, you can demarcate the territory, build cities, and develop infrastructure. Then you can collect rent, management fees, and planet maintenance taxes... Tsk tsk, isn't that a continuous and promising way to generate income? Just lying down and collecting endless profits, isn't that better than working tirelessly to run a company on Earth right now?

After listening to the system's description of the seemingly bright but actually distant "road to income for the owner", Lin Bufan silently put the light and extremely perfunctory "planet ownership certificate" into the system space!

It’s not that Lin Bufan accepted the system’s “pie in the sky” long-term plan, it was simply that reason told him that the treasure chests had been opened and the rewards had been obtained. It was meaningless to argue with this damn system any further, it was purely asking for trouble.

After wiping his butt, pulling up his pants, and rinsing himself, Lin Bufan was about to leave when a sharp, tingling sensation, like a thousand ants gnawing at him, shot through his legs and feet. He couldn't help but gasp, his entire body swaying uncontrollably, and he quickly reached out to hold onto the wall.

My legs are numb from sitting on the toilet for too long.

Lin Bufan grimaced and took a long time to calm down before he reluctantly held on to the wall and opened the bathroom door step by step in an awkward posture.

Outside, Director Zhang, along with Chen's parents, Xu Hongdou, and even Chen Nanxing, who was lying in the hospital bed, craned their necks, looking at him with nervous concern. When he finally emerged, still holding onto the wall, grimacing, and stumbling, they immediately surrounded him.

Unexpectedly, the fastest person among the crowd was Chen Nanxing, who was lying on the hospital bed. Without even putting on shoes, she rushed barefoot to Lin Bufan's side and supported his shaking arm. Her face was full of anxiety and concern: "What's wrong with you? Did you fall? Or are you feeling unwell?"

This eagerness and undisguised worry made Xu Hongdou, who was also about to step forward, pause and freeze in her tracks. She looked at Chen Nanxing's hand tightly supporting Lin Bufan's arm, and her eyes, which were almost glued to Lin Bufan, full of nervousness. Her red lips parted slightly, and a complex expression of understanding and surprise crossed her face.

Lin Bufan stood up a little more steadily with the help of Chen Nanxing. He grumbled and stretched his numb legs, breathing in and out with a hiss. "It's okay, it's okay. My legs are just numb... numb as if I had an electric shock..."

As he spoke, he turned his head unhappily to look at Director Zhang, who had also stepped forward with concern, and said with a hint of complaint, "Director Zhang, is there something wrong with the toilet in your hospital? The design is not ergonomic at all! My legs are numb just from using the toilet. This user experience is terrible!"

Director Zhang looked at Lin Bufan's grimacing, helpless appearance, holding onto the wall to steady himself, and then heard him complain about the toilet. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, and he raged inwardly: "You were in there for almost an hour and a half! Forget the toilet, even sitting in the throne room would be numb! Can we blame our toilet for this?!"

However, he didn't dare to say it out loud. He just pushed his glasses awkwardly and laughed dryly: "Well... Mr. Lin, you... maybe you've been sitting for too long. Take it easy and move around a bit, and you should be fine."

Lin Bufan, supported by Chen Nanxing, carefully moved to the chair in the ward and sat down, then began to rub his numb legs with a grimace. Chen Nanxing squatted beside him, looking up, still with a nervous expression, as if Lin Bufan's legs weren't numb, but had some incurable disease.

Xu Hongdou saw all this, her eyes flickering slightly, as if she understood something, but she didn't point it out. She just walked to the bedside silently, picked up Chen Nanxing's slippers, walked over and gently placed them at her feet: "Nanxing, put on your shoes first, the ground is cold."

Only then did Chen Nanxing realize that he was not wearing shoes. His cheeks turned slightly red and he quickly put on his slippers.

Lin Bufan rubbed his legs for a while and felt the tingling sensation gradually subside. He then breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Director Zhang, who had a look of anticipation and a little trepidation on his face.

"Alright, Director Zhang, I just went in and... uh... thought deeply about it, and did some preparatory work." Lin Bufan began to talk without blushing, as if he hadn't been the one punching like crazy in the bathroom and almost demolishing it. "Regarding your request... for a public and intuitive display of medical skills, I think it's very constructive!"

Director Zhang's eyes lit up immediately when he heard this. He didn't bother to figure out what Lin Bufan had been "preparing" in the bathroom for over an hour, and quickly took a step closer: "Mr. Lin, do you agree?"

"Agreed in principle!" Lin Bufan waved his hand, showing a leadership style: "However, we have to make three rules!"

"You say it! Just say it!" Director Zhang would probably agree to any conditions as long as Lin Bufan was willing to show it.

"First, when I'm treating you, the process may be quite... well, unique. You can watch, but you can't ask questions, and you mustn't disturb me! You must maintain absolute silence! Do you understand?"

"Understood! Understood! Absolutely keep quiet!" Director Zhang nodded repeatedly.

"Second, the treatment method is entirely up to me. I have the final say on what medicine to use and what method to use. You cannot question me with any modern medical theories, let alone dictate my decision!"

"Of course! Everything is up to you!" Director Zhang no longer dared to underestimate Lin Bufan's "mysterious" theory. After all, Chen Nanxing's recovery was an ironclad fact.

"Third..." Lin Bufan touched his chin and thought for a while, then... nothing more: "I'll tell you about the third when I remember it!"

Director Zhang: “…”