Am I a crispy college student? The whole internet says that I'm hard to kill!

"What exactly do you want to ask, kid? Just spit it out."

Knowing that Li Guotai wouldn’t be easily fooled, Wu Bin stammered, "Director, what I mean is, if I accidentally fracture a bone at school, can I be given priority to be sent to the Second Hospital?"

"I have no other intentions, I’m just thinking, as a patient, getting sick surely means choosing the best treatment, right? Isn’t that the logic?"

Li Guotai was amused by Wu Bin.

"What are all these nonsensical things? How do you know you will fracture a bone..."

Li Guotai stopped mid-sentence and didn’t continue.

Because considering Wu Bin’s physical condition, a fracture didn’t seem like such an outrageous occurrence.

And it even seemed like a highly probable event!

At this point, Li Guotai’s expression turned very serious, as he began to explain earnestly to Wu Bin.

"Didn’t I tell you before? Your medical card is valid nationwide, so it can be used at the Second Hospital too."

"Even though you’ve signed a contract with our hospital, it’s not necessary to get all your treatments here."

"Because as long as a contract is signed, all your medical records and data can be accessed by our hospital."

"The only real issue now is that the Second Hospital is farther away from your school, so if something really does happen to you, chances are you would be sent to us first."

Wu Bin uttered an ’Oh,’ not insisting any further.

After all, he was only asking casually.

Especially since just while he was lying there, the system task had refreshed again.

For the next illness, he unhesitatingly chose a bone fracture.

He was just trying to be prepared, wanting to know in advance which hospital had the best orthopedic services, to avoid being caught off guard if he actually did fracture something.

"Alright, don’t overthink it, just focus on getting some rest."

Li Guotai instructed Wu Bin to take good care of himself and left the ward with a group of doctors.

It wasn’t long before He Bingbing and the others came in.

However, seeing Wu Bin sleeping with his eyes closed, He Bingbing didn’t disturb him but simply sat quietly on the side, working on her phone.

After the events of the past two days, Crispy Shark had become Wu Bin’s exclusive codename.

Just now, the head of the television station told He Bingbing they would soon visit the hospital to see Wu Bin and also discuss the possibility of a documentary collaboration.

If the collaboration were to be finalized, He Bingbing would take charge of recording Wu Bin’s daily life from that point on.

Looking at the terms given by the leaders, He Bingbing still felt somewhat dazed.

Her base salary had doubled, and so had the commission coefficient, not to mention the year-end bonuses, all calculated according to the standard of a top program host.

This gave He Bingbing a surreal feeling.

She had only been working for a short time and was still renting an apartment, with homeownership being a far-off dream.

But if the leaders could finalize the collaboration with Wu Bin, then her income would skyrocket.

Maybe with a couple of years of hard work, she too could afford to buy her own little place in the magic city?

As He Bingbing fantasized about her future, Wu Bin lay in his hospital bed, using life currency to make exchanges.

Now that his next illness was confirmed to be a fracture, he might as well buy some fracture-related goods.

Wu Bin scrolled down and a particular item caught his attention.

[Chain Reaction: After use, the effects of an illness will spread throughout the body for the next hour. Exchange price: 100 life currency.]

What the heck?

There’s such an overpowered skill?

So it’s not enough that one part of my body gets sick, but every part should suffer too?

And the funniest part is, this self-tormenting skill costs 100 life currency to exchange?

Incredible!

Way too incredible!

Only an idiot would exchange for such a skill!

Wu Bin scoffed in disdain and scrolled past it.

But soon, he vaguely felt that something was amiss.

No, I have the skill "Rebirth from Cocoon."

If I add "Chain Reaction" to "Rebirth from Cocoon," although I might suffer a bit when the illness strikes, wouldn’t I be very powerful once I’m healed?

Wu Bin refocused on the skill "Chain Reaction," feeling very conflicted.

Spending 100 Life Coins on this skill, I always feel like I’m being a fool.

But if my speculation is correct, this skill would be a godsend for me!

With that thought, Wu Bin clenched his teeth.

Forget it, buy!

Anyway, I have "Scorn of Death," so I shouldn’t be able to torment myself to death, right?

Ding.

[Congratulations, Host, your purchase is successful]

[Thank you for your patronage]

After the purchase, Wu Bin let out a long sigh.

Alright, everything is set now, just waiting to see when the illness will strike.

Wu Bin lay on the bed for a short rest.

After a while, the door to the sickroom was pushed open.

A man in a brown jacket, followed by a group of people, walked in with a smile.

"Ah, student Wu Bin, I’ve finally met you in person, what an honor, what an honor!"

Seeing the group of people suddenly walk in, Wu Bin was a bit stunned.

"Who are you?"

He Bingbing quickly stood up and introduced, "Let me introduce you, Wu Bin, this is Mr. Zheng He, the director of our TV station."

Upon hearing He Bingbing’s introduction, Wu Bin instantly perked up.

"So you’re Director Zheng, what an honor to meet you."

Zheng He waved his hand, and a group of people put all kinds of gifts they brought on the bedside of Wu Bin.

Things like bone-strengthening powder, bird’s nest, protein powder, and so on, they left quite a pile.

After putting down these items, Zheng He made a gesture.

The cameraman quickly understood, directly carrying the camera out, saying he was going to take the live broadcast audience around to see the hospital environment.

When all the unrelated people had left, Zheng He started speaking with a smile, "Student Wu Bin, you and our Bingbing have been getting along well, right?"

Wu Bin nodded.

"Sister Bingbing is very kind to me, she’s an excellent host."

"That’s good, that’s good."

Zheng He measured his words for a moment, then continued, "Actually, I’m here to represent our TV station to discuss a potential collaboration with you."

"You must be aware of your current online popularity—I’m sure you know that netizens affectionately call you ’Crispy Shark.’ Everyone likes you and wants to see more of your daily life."

"I wonder if you’ve considered monetizing your popularity to earn tuition and medical expenses for yourself?"

Look, what an art of speech!

Zheng He can be a station director, surely, that’s proof of his talent.

Whether Wu Bin wants to be an internet celebrity or not, Zheng He already gave him a direction.

Other internet celebrities leverage their popularity for consumption.

But Wu Bin is different; if he makes money through his popularity, it’s for tuition and medical expenses—how noble!

Wu Bin enjoys talking to clever people like Zheng He.

So he honestly said, "Director Zheng, you might know my situation—I’m an orphan with very difficult circumstances."

"So I have indeed considered monetizing my popularity, but I’ve been considering which platform would be more helpful to me. I haven’t made a decision yet."

Zheng He understood immediately.

This kid is waiting for me to make an offer!