"I also know how high a ninth-rank official is... but it's true that I can't be an official!"

Mr. Smith cried out in grievance, "Who doesn't know that officials have to do something every day? Is it marrying concubines every day, or raising a second wife every other week... How exactly do you embezzle without getting caught, how do you accept bribes without being discovered, after becoming a ninth-rank official do you have to go to brothels to find girls, do you have to secretly watch widows bathe—I have no idea about any of this... Who the hell would know?"

Mr. Smith looked completely innocent. "Those are all very profound things... things for the officials to study..."

Ethan Brooks stared at him in disbelief.

Your understanding of officials is really... quite unique and exceptionally original!

...

At this moment, Ethan Brooks's expression suddenly changed slightly, and his chest, without any warning, began to feel scorching hot.

It was the dull, utterly unremarkable little knife pendant hanging around his neck that he had discovered after crossing over. Ethan Brooks had tried to study this little trinket, but no matter what he did—even burning it with fire or chopping it with an axe—it couldn't be destroyed or even dented. He had tried everything, but it never even deformed a little.

Ethan Brooks knew this item was extraordinary and had always treasured it, keeping it close to his body.

Because he had a feeling that this might be his golden finger in this world.

A cheat.

This feeling had no basis or reason, but it was especially firm and real.

Unfortunately, no matter what he tried, he couldn't activate this so-called golden finger.

He had even tried the so-called blood recognition more than ten times, but no matter how many times Ethan Brooks soaked the little knife in his own fresh blood for three days and nights, it was still useless...

Ten years had passed, and it could only serve as a pendant hanging around his neck, in constant contact with his skin every day.

This was also his last resort—to nurture it with his own body warmth, just like how people play with jade pendants, hoping for a stroke of luck!

As for the cheat, Ethan Brooks had longed for it for a long time. Logically, he should have one, right? Otherwise, why the hell did I transmigrate here?

But it's been ten years.

Other than the pendant on his neck and the one in his pants, he really hadn't found any other "cheats."

Now, finally, his hardships were paying off.

Why did this thing suddenly heat up out of nowhere?

Could it be that after all these years, the time is finally right!

Did I finally activate this little knife?!

Then, Ethan Brooks had a very subtle feeling—the little dull knife seemed to be pointing outside the clinic?

But what's out there?

Just then...

Bang bang bang—the clinic's door was being pounded, making a loud noise, and a gentle voice was asking, "Is anyone there??"

...

............

[It's the first day today, so I'm posting more to make it easier for everyone to invest.]

[About the update schedule: before the new book is officially launched, there will basically be one update around noon and one around 6 p.m., just in time for your meals. Ahem...]

[During the new book period, following the chapters and recommendation votes are extremely important; of course, tips are also very important. I'm really confused—how can a new book already receive monthly votes?

So, should I ask for monthly votes? There are only two chapters—will people say I have no shame if I ask for monthly votes?

Face is important. But I also want monthly votes.

So, let's not talk about face—let's just talk about monthly votes.

Please vote for Sky Blade! Thank you! Thank you!]

Thanks to 烟灰 for the huge support, thanks to 雪儿妹妹, thanks to 海魂山 big boss; thanks to the three of you for the Silver Alliance exposure.

Thanks to 鱼刺, 冬月上浣之七日, 十八深, 飘萍, 医生, 龙牙, 初阳破晓, 冰冰, 会方, 尚斑, 大白杨, 林妹妹, 失忆, 花开落烟雨, 阳光, 七月, 洛亦云, 梦心儿, 毅翼, 兮兮, 哀驴, 大猫, 泡泡, 雪峰, 易成拾吉 big boss, 上山捕鱼去, benny-chan, 忆雪, 秋雨梧桐, 固有语法, 起航, 复活, 你的昵称, 七娘, 心心, 千愁, 谦虚, 樊... brother, I don't recognize this character, and also 小刀 big boss for your support.

Thanks to all the alliance leaders.

Thanks for the support from 风大, 懒胖癌, 想死, 瘸子, 鱼儿 and all the other brothers and sisters for your tips.

There are too many people to list, so I won't name everyone individually. I'll sort it out and post it in the related works section.

Thank you all so much. After slacking off for half a year, to still receive such treatment is truly moving.

And I'm also very proud.

I've built a sign-in building in the book review section—one floor per person, everyone go and build your floor.

Also, post threads, vote for recommendations, be active in book reviews and chapter reviews... I'll leave all that to you.

Writing the book is my job.

All the rest, I leave to you.

See you tomorrow morning.

Chapter 3: Why Me?

[Asking for recommendation votes]

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It's the middle of the night now, already the hour of the Rat, and yet someone is knocking at the door!

Mr. Smith and Mr. Smith looked tense and reminded him at the same time, "Sir, it's the dead of night and someone suddenly shows up... The jianghu is dangerous, we must be on guard!"

If it weren't for the little dull knife heating up, Ethan Brooks would have absolutely ignored it.

None of my business, not getting involved.

Does a "Conscience Clinic" really have to have a conscience?

My clinic will only have a conscience for myself first, and then for others!

But now...