To his own astonishment, Yang Fan felt surprisingly calm about acquiring X-ray Vision.
The world was simply that magical.
The boss's daughter had thrown herself at him, crying and begging to marry him.
Just when he thought the script of his life was to marry a wealthy and beautiful heiress, become a CEO, and reach the pinnacle of life, the birth of a little dark-skinned baby completely dragged him back to reality.
As the saying goes, the rich rely on technology, while the poor rely on mutation. He was now so poor that he lacked even a man's dignity, so a mutation seemed only fair, right?
However, keeping it on all the time wouldn't do; seeing those beauties swaying back and forth in front of him constantly was more than his body could handle.
Habitually, Yang Fan tapped the center of his brow with his knuckles, and the next second, his vision returned to normal.
Accompanied by a burst of hurried footsteps, a tall female doctor with an extraordinary presence walked in behind Luoli.
"Doctor, please hurry up and examine him." There was anxiety and concern in Luoli's tone.
Although this girl looked willful and spoiled, deep down she was still kind-hearted.
Of course, there was also the possibility that she was afraid he'd have complications and she'd be held responsible, Yang Fan thought to himself.
The female doctor walked to the side of the hospital bed, stretched out a finger as delicate as a scallion, and waved it in front of Yang Fan.
Then she took out a medical penlight, parted Yang Fan's eyelids, and began her examination.
Her hands were cool to the touch. Perhaps stimulated by the light, his X-ray Vision activated once again...
"Ahem!"
With an awkward expression, Yang Fan quickly averted his gaze.
The result? With a pretty female doctor in front of him and a cute Luoli surrounding him on the side, for a moment he truly had no idea where he should look!
The female doctor straightened her collar, and seeing his flustered appearance, she couldn't help smiling faintly: "Not only is he fine, but judging by his condition... he's extremely healthy."
Hearing this, Yang Fan wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
After a brief silence, Luoli thanked the female doctor and escorted her out of the ward.
Watching her leave, Yang Fan noticed for the first time that beneath the female doctor's white coat were black stockings, revealing straight, slender legs of breathtaking beauty.
Just as he was thinking this, Luoli returned to the bed, pulled over a chair, sat down boldly and unceremoniously, and lifted her chin slightly. "Now, let's talk about compensation."
This bold and unrestrained sitting posture sent a surge through Yang Fan's veins, and he felt two streams of hot blood rush out of his nostrils. Reaching up to touch them, he saw that his nose was indeed bleeding.
Seeing him get a nosebleed, the girl hurriedly stood up and pulled out tissue after tissue, shoving them at him.
"Didn't you say you were fine? Why are you still bleeding from the nose? Should we go get a head CT scan after all?"
While plugging his nostrils with tissues, Yang Fan tapped the center of his brow to deactivate his X-ray Vision.
As a hot-blooded man who had long lacked any marital intimacy, waking up to so much stimulation made a nosebleed entirely normal.
"No need, I feel just fine," Yang Fan said, waving a hand in refusal.
Luoli let out a long breath, sat back down in her chair, and continued, "Both of us are responsible for this car accident. You were wandering around the middle of the road in the heavy rain, and I mistook the accelerator for the brake, ahem..."
"My newly bought little red car is practically totaled, but as for the car repair costs, I won't make you pay."
"I'll cover your medical expenses, and I'll give you ten thousand yuan for lost wages. What do you think?"
Yang Fan was silent for a moment before saying, "Just cover the medical bills."
Luoli was right; both of them shared the blame for this incident.
If it were anyone else, they might not even show their face—let alone stay here guarding him, waiting for him to wake up, and discussing this with him?
Poor as he was, he had his principles.
Besides, since he had gained the ability of X-ray Vision because of this car accident, strictly speaking, he should even thank this girl.
Luoli looked at him with a hint of surprise in her eyes: "You're a pretty reasonable person. I thought you were going to try to extort me."
"How about this? Let's add each other on WeChat. If you have any problems later, contact me, and I'll take full responsibility!"
Should I call you kind-hearted, or should I call you foolish? Yang Fan smiled bitterly to himself.
These days, people like her were hard to come by—no, she was probably practically extinct.
Instinctively, Yang Fan wanted to refuse, because his wife didn't allow him to have any females other than herself on his WeChat.
Yet, upon second thought, was there any need to continue following the rules set by that unfaithful woman?
He looked around left and right, trying to find his phone.
It couldn't have broken in the crash, could it? There was a lot of precious content inside.
Luoli seemed to sense his intention, pulled open the bedside drawer, took out a brick-like phone, and handed it over.
"Why are you using a burner phone? Though this phone is quite sturdy—it didn't even break, and after two days, it still has battery."
What? I've been unconscious for two days?
A shock went through Yang Fan's heart, and he hurriedly checked his call history and text messages.
Luoli puffed out her cheeks: "Don't bother looking, nobody called you. There are a few text messages though. Do you even have friends?"
The text message was sent by Yang Fan's third sister, asking him to come help out at an antique shop called Brocade Pavilion whenever he had free time.
"Hey, do you know anything about antiques?" Luoli asked instead.
While replying to the text message, Yang Fan brushed her off: "I know a bit." He didn't even realize the girl was peeking at his messages.
"Then help me take a look at this."
As she spoke, the girl fished a cylindrical object out from her cleavage.
It was a reddish-brown Dzi bead adorned with simple patterns; its quality was quite good, and it ought to be very valuable.
Such a fine item definitely deserved a thorough appraisal.
Yang Fan reached out and caught it, and the moment he touched it, he suddenly sensed that the material of this Dzi bead seemed somewhat wrong.
A thought stirred within him, and he concentrated his mind, activating his X-ray Vision once more.
This time Yang Fan played it smart: instead of letting his gaze wander, he focused his attention entirely on the Dzi bead, piercing straight through its exterior to reach the inside.
The next second, a piece of information surfaced in his mind:
Origin: Brazil.
Material: Glass, agate, plastic.
Market price: Sixty-eight yuan and fifty cents.
Not only could his eyes see through things, but they could also read information?
Amidst his shock, an angry voice echoed from the doorway of the ward: "Take your filthy hands off!"