Daydreaming alone won’t earn you money; you need to take real action to make it happen.

Excited, Shen Xingkong rushed back to his bedroom and dived under the bed, pulling out every textbook he had since starting medical school. It’s said that cramming at the last minute might not be effective, but at least he could brush up on his knowledge of acupuncture points. If the Hegu point could be used for beauty treatments, who knows what other miraculous effects the other points might have?

Now he truly understood the saying, "You regret not studying enough when you need it." If he had known this day would come, he would have studied hard from the beginning, striving to serve his great country and its people... but mostly to benefit himself.

He didn’t sleep at all that night, immersing himself in the ocean of traditional Chinese medicine knowledge, devouring everything he could about the twelve meridians, the Ren and Du meridians, and the extraordinary points. He desperately tried to cram all the information into his brain.

When it came to rote memorization, Shen Xingkong had an advantage. He had a good memory since childhood. Back in elementary school, while other kids needed ten minutes to memorize a Tang poem, he could remember it after reading it twice.

Though a short burst of effort couldn’t make him a master overnight, it did at least help him understand why the Hegu point had a beautifying effect.

The human body's acupuncture points and meridians are incredibly mysterious, like Pandora’s box, hiding an unimaginable world within. The Hegu point, located on the Large Intestine Meridian of Hand Yangming, is a crucial point that influences the entire meridian. The basic principle behind its various effects is to... reduce heat and calm the mind.

The Large Intestine Meridian of Hand Yangming starts at the index finger, travels up through the shoulder and reaches the head and face, symmetrically on both sides of the body. This meridian controls the physiological state and function of all the organs along this line. Moreover, in traditional Chinese medicine, any blemishes on the skin, except scars, are thought to be caused by damp-heat rising or wind-heat stagnation.

By needling the Hegu point and releasing the heat in the Large Intestine Meridian of Hand Yangming, particularly in the facial skin and organs, dryness, acne, pimples, blackheads... and even moles and warts, would naturally disappear.

Twenty years old this year, eighteen next year... Look here, look here, look here...

Strictly speaking, besides the Large Intestine Meridian of Hand Yangming, other meridians could also cause facial skin issues if there’s an organ malfunction. Treatment should be tailored to the symptoms, as nothing is absolute. After all, this is a novel, and it doesn’t need to be overly rigorous with medical theory, so let’s not get too hung up on it!

As dawn approached, Shen Xingkong was still sitting on his bed, not feeling the slightest bit sleepy. Ever since the giant wasp stung him, his need for sleep had decreased, and he no longer felt tired.

That night, Shen Xingkong not only refreshed his knowledge of acupuncture points but also came up with a brilliant plan to get rich.

After finishing the breakfast he made himself, he grabbed his books and eagerly took the bus to school. At school, he intentionally avoided Professor Shi to prevent getting dragged into a discussion about the great Daoist Master Shouyin.

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Shen Xingkong sat alone in a corner of the classroom, his ears filled with the chatter of classmates excitedly recounting Wang Lei’s birthday party from the night before. They all seemed as hyper as if they were on adrenaline, though who knows what fake booze Wang Lei gave them to drink.

Finally, the bell rang, signaling the start of class.

Young Master Chang Le casually strolled into the classroom just as the bell finished ringing, as usual, sitting down next to Shen Xingkong. His nickname was "Alarm Clock," because if the bell didn’t ring, you wouldn’t see him in class.

"Hey, old Shen, did you miss me?" Chang Le’s thick skin could easily rival the Great Wall.

"Are you changing tastes now? Take a good look; I’m not a girl." Seeing that the teacher had entered the classroom, Shen Xingkong covered his face with his book and whispered back to Chang Le.

"What kind of girl would look like you? That would be a tragedy!"

"Cut the crap, old Chang. I need your help with something."

"What kind of help?" Chang Le was a bit surprised since he had known Shen Xingkong for so long and rarely heard him ask for help.

"Do you know any wealthy women who are obsessed with beauty?" Shen Xingkong was ready to put his get-rich-quick plan into action.

"What do you mean? Hey, do I look like a gigolo?" Chang Le's face twisted into an expression of disgust, though his face was indeed quite fair.

"I’m not saying you’re a gigolo. I’m just asking if you know any wealthy women who are really into beauty."

"Oh, women... well, they all love to look good." Chang Le finally understood what Shen Xingkong meant and casually replied, "You know my family’s situation. My dad has some friends, and their wives and daughters are pretty wealthy. But why do you ask?"

"Here’s the deal..." Shen Xingkong had already come up with a reason last night to support his plan to get rich. "Yesterday, I was cleaning at home and found a box left by my grandfather. Inside was a secret recipe for beauty treatments."

"Seriously?" Chang Le looked at Shen Xingkong skeptically.

"Why would I lie? Look at the left side of my face—I’ve already tested it." Shen Xingkong rolled his eyes and then turned his left side toward Chang Le to show him.

After a night’s rest, the left side of Shen Xingkong’s face didn’t look as good as it had the night before, but compared to the right side, it was still noticeably smoother and more radiant, with no moles or blemishes in sight.

Chang Le leaned in to take a closer look and was genuinely surprised. He couldn’t help but reach out to touch it, much to Shen Xingkong’s disgust.

"You didn’t peel a layer of skin off your face out of boredom last night, did you?"

"I should peel off your skin first... Listen, seriously, introduce me to some rich women. We’ll split the profits 50-50." Shen Xingkong was confident. After all, his "secret recipe" had zero cost, so any profit was pure gain.

"Alright, I’ll give it a shot. As for the money, whatever you make, you can keep for yourself. But what exactly is this secret recipe from your grandfather?" Chang Le’s curiosity was piqued.

"Idiot, I just said it’s a secret recipe. If I told you, how would it still be a secret?"

"Jeez, you're a real piece of work... haven't even had your fill yet, and you're already killing the cook?" Chang Le almost spat blood in frustration.

The morning passed quickly, with Shen Xingkong sitting at the back of the classroom, his mind entirely focused on his plan to make money through beauty treatments. The key issue was pricing. Currently, a facial treatment using even cheap skincare products costs at least a hundred yuan, with results that are often underwhelming and likely to have side effects.

Using his unique ability, Shen Xingkong could apply the wasp’s tail needle to the Hegu point, not only taking less time but also providing fast, long-lasting results with no side effects. He figured he should charge more, but considering he was just starting out and had no reputation yet, it might be better to start with lower prices. Once he had more clients, he could gradually increase the fees.

As soon as the bell rang to signal the end of class, Chang Le sprang out of his seat like he had a spring under him and was out of sight in an instant. He had just started dating a new girlfriend the night before, and they were so into each other that he couldn’t stand being apart for even a moment. He was never in such a rush, even when he hadn’t seen his father for months.

With nothing else to do, Shen Xingkong slowly packed his books and prepared to head to the school cafeteria for lunch.

But just as he grabbed his books and stepped out of his seat, he was blocked by several figures who clearly didn’t have good intentions.

"Shen Xingkong, what’s your deal?"