Sister Chen Wan'er

Sitting on the bus, Chen Mo smiled as he thought about seeing his sister soon.

Chen Mo's younger sister, Chen Wan'er, is only five years old. However, due to being born prematurely during the beast tide five years ago, she is weak and sickly and has been raised at home instead of being sent to kindergarten.

Normally, it's the father, Chen Mingyuan, who goes out to work, while the mother, Lin Fang, stays home to take care of her. Now that Chen Wan'er is a little older and can stay home by herself, Lin Fang is finally free to do so.

Chen Wan'er always needed someone to watch over her because she was physically weak and would easily catch a cold if not properly cared for.

Even slight exertion can cause shortness of breath, cold sweats, and even convulsions, high fever, and seizures.

In such cases, the parents are simply not comfortable sending her to kindergarten.

Now five years old, Chen Wan'er is very sensible and has not engaged in strenuous exercise, so her condition has improved a lot.

However, I have to go to the hospital for a follow-up visit every month.

The world of martial arts has been developing for a thousand years, and many diseases can be cured. There are also ways to cure Chen Wan'er's condition, which was damaged due to premature birth.

When she was born, the doctor told Chen Mo's parents that they had no money.

A single pill for healing and restoring one's original essence costs ten million. And that's not all; another fifty to one hundred million is needed to hire a Grand Martial Master to help absorb the medicinal power.

Only in this way can it be completely cured.

Without treatment, Chen Wan'er would not live past the age of eight.

This number is astronomical for their family; even if all three of them worked for a hundred years, they still couldn't raise that much money.

In this world of advanced martial arts, the average person's salary is mostly a few thousand yuan, rarely exceeding ten thousand.

Chen Mo's father, Chen Mingyuan, only earns eight thousand a month.

That's already quite high.

Many people earn three to five thousand.

But it's different for martial artists. They can easily earn over ten thousand yuan a day by going out of the city to hunt ferocious beasts. If they're lucky, they can even earn tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of yuan by collecting good medicinal herbs.

Not only that, everyone will receive a subsidy after registering with the Martial Artists Guild!

The Martial Arts Guild is the official organization in the Great Xia Kingdom that manages martial artists. Once someone becomes a martial artist, they must register with the Martial Arts Guild and be recognized by the Martial Arts Guild to be considered a true martial artist.

Failure to register by the deadline will not only result in receiving a subsidy, but will also lead to arrest by the Martial Arts Guild.

However, in reality, Chen Mo's family are just ordinary people who can only be treated like cattle and horses.

Therefore, Chen Wan'er's condition can only be managed with medication.

When Chen Mo learned of this situation, he worked hard to cultivate his skills, hoping to become a martial artist so that he could earn money quickly.

Martial artists and ordinary people are from two different worlds!

Therefore, everyone here aspires to become a martial artist.

Becoming a martial artist means transcending social classes.

Becoming a martial artist means receiving subsidies even without leaving the city, and you can also take on bounty missions within the city. In short, there are many ways for martial artists to make money.

Now that Chen Mo's dantian has been destroyed, he can no longer become a martial artist, and there is no possibility that his sister's illness can be cured.

He became more accepting of life because of the existence of the control panel, but his parents, unaware of this, were still filled with despair.

Chen Mo sensed his parents' emotions. Although they restrained themselves when facing him, he still noticed them.

It's no wonder he felt desperate, having no money to treat his daughter's illness and watching her die.

Chen Mo didn't know how to comfort his parents, after all, he couldn't explain the situation with the panel.

Even if I told them, they wouldn't believe me.

They might even think that Chen Mo is hallucinating or has a mental problem.

The dantian is the cornerstone of a martial artist; this is common knowledge.

Only when Chen Mo becomes stronger, even stronger than a martial artist, will his parents believe him.

Only by showing them Chen Mo's strength will they believe him.

Right now, Chen Mo is still a weakling.

At this moment, Chen Mo desperately wanted to become a strong person.

"I will become strong! I will heal my sister!"

"Furthermore, I will absolutely not let the person who destroyed my dantian get away with it! I would be unworthy to be a son if I didn't avenge this!"

Chen Mo hardened his heart; he would improve his strength as soon as possible and become a powerful figure.

Chen Mo composed himself and began to train his mental strength.

Sitting next to Chen Mo, Chen Mingyuan and Lin Fang kept their eyes on him.

Suddenly, the two noticed that Chen Mo's brows were furrowed and he looked pained, so they quickly asked:

"Xiao Mo, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Mom and Dad, I'm fine." Chen Mo smiled.

The mental strength displayed on the panel has reached 99.7. It needs to be trained 3 more times to reach 100.

Even though his head was throbbing, Chen Mo was still very happy.

"It's good that you're alright!"

Lin Fang carefully examined her son's expression and, finding nothing amiss, felt relieved.

Before I knew it, the bus arrived at the station, which was only a few dozen meters away from the residential area.

Chen Mo and his family got out of the car with their belongings and walked home.

Along the way, we greeted familiar faces whenever we encountered them.

Living in the same neighborhood, Chen Mo would often come down to practice his stance training on weekends or after dinner, so he knew quite a few people.

Chen Mo's home is apartment 502 in building 3 of the Garden Community.

inside the house.

Five-year-old Chen Wan'er was engrossed in reading in the living room when she heard the door open and immediately looked up at the entrance.

Seeing Chen Mo and her parents, she was overjoyed. She closed the book, casually put it on the coffee table, stood up abruptly, opened her arms, and ran towards the three of them.

"Dad, Mom, Brother!"

"Slow down! Don't run so fast!"

As Chen Mo entered first, he quickened his pace, taking three steps at a time, and arrived in front of Chen Wan'er, picking her up in his arms.

Five-year-old Chen Wan'er is tiny; she can be picked up with one hand and weighs less than fifty pounds.

He's too thin, and shorter than other children his age.

Seeing that his sister's breathing was a little rapid, a trace of worry flashed through his mind. He immediately used his spiritual sense to check and found that his sister's condition had not worsened, so he was relieved.

He casually flicked his little sister's nose and said irritably:

"Your brother's back, why are you running so fast? Look at you, you're out of breath."

Chen Wan'er seemed not to have caught Chen Mo's reproachful words. She giggled, reached out and hugged his neck, whispering in his ear:

"Brother, I miss you!"

After Mr. and Mrs. Chen came in, they began to tidy up the house without disturbing Chen Mo and Chen Wan'er.

"Your brother misses you too!"

Chen Mo carried Chen Wan'er to the sofa in the living room and sat down. He then helped his younger sister find a more comfortable position before smiling and asking,

"Wan'er, tell your brother, are you scared being home alone?"

Chen Wan'er smiled, her big, round eyes blinking as she looked at Chen Mo. At the same time, she played with Chen Mo's fingers in her hands. Hearing Chen Mo's words, she quickly replied:

"Don't be afraid! Wan'er is very brave. She reads books obediently even when she's home alone."

"But I missed my brother so much, and now you're finally back."

Looking at her well-behaved and sensible younger sister, Chen Mo felt a pang of pain in her heart. Her sister should have been growing up happily, going to kindergarten, and playing with other children.

Now, I can only stay at home.

Damn beast tide!