Shanghe City.

Inside a rundown rental room.

"Zhang Qian, you wait for me. One day, I will make you regret this."

Wang Feng's fist smashed into the nearby wall, a trickle of fresh blood slid down directly.

On this very day, his girlfriend of three years, Zhang Qian, had announced their breakup, her reason being his poverty.

The echo of her words in his mind was a pain like twisting a knife in his heart.

"Wang Feng, just take a good look at yourself. I've been with you for three years, what have you given me? Even a mere meal outside requires you to count every penny. I am done with this life."

"And what if you graduate? Earn a few thousand yuan a month at the most, you will never be able to provide the life I want. Look at Li, the CEO I've only been with for a few days, he's bought me handbags and necklaces. Can you afford that?"

What stung the most was that so-called CEO Li who had flippantly tossed him two hundred yuan. His disdainful smirk was a bitter humiliation.

"Kid, your girlfriend is quite good. Soft, smooth, I like her very much. Here's two hundred yuan, a charitable reward since you're so poor."

Wang Feng watched helplessly as his girlfriend got into the car with CEO Li and drove away in style.

An overwhelming sense of humiliation threatened to drive him to madness.

Once again, he hurled a punch at the wall, "Zhang Qian, one day, I will make you kneel before me and beg. You just wait for it."

Clenching his teeth, Wang Feng suddenly stood up, his blood staining a ring on his hand.

Suddenly, a ray of light shot from the ring, straight into his eyes.

Wang Feng only felt an intense pain piercing through his eyes, causing him to release a heartrending scream as he collapsed to the ground.

Countless memories were crammed into his mind like force-fed ducks, causing him unbearable agony as he clutched his head and roared in torment.

After an agonizingly long period, the pain finally abated, revealing unto him torrents of stunning memories.

His mind was filled with complete knowledge of medicine, astrology, divination, and even numerous travel diaries of various figures, which all appeared with stark lucidity.

"How... how is that possible?”

Fear filled Wang Feng's heart as this legendary occurrence actually befell him.

This all felt so surreal that he could scarcely believe it.

He lowered his gaze to his hands.

The fresh blood on his fists had already scabbed over, forming an abnormally distinct layer of dried blood on the back of his hand.

However, the moment he looked at the wound, methods for quick healing automatically sprang up in his mind.

"Pseudoginseng, borneol, radix... blend them into a powder and apply it to the affected area. It should be healed within three days."

Words tumbled from Wang Feng's mouth. Upon careful thought, he realized that these were all medicinal ingredients known to expedite wound healing.

"Could it be true?" Excitement glimmered in Wang Feng's heart.

He had common medicinal ingredients in his room. After a simple preparation and application to the affected area, he looked at the dried blood. Suddenly, a warm stream seemed to surge out from his gaze and directed towards the location of the dried blood.

In just a blink of an eye, the scab fell off and the flesh quickly recovered, followed by the healing of the wound and the disappearance of the scar.

All of this happened in a mere matter of seconds, with the wound being as good as new.

"What...What just happened?"

Wang Feng was astonished. The medicinal compound he created was effective indeed, but it wasn't to this excessive extent.

What did he just witness?

He touched his eye, feeling a faint internal flow within his body.

Looking at his fist again, a horrifying scene unfolded.

In his view, the wrist began to fade slowly, and the subcutaneous tissue appeared.

This was followed by bones, blood vessels, tendons, and so on.

What laid before his eyes exceeded Wang Feng's understanding, causing him to scream involuntarily.

Suddenly everything vanished, and everything returned to normal again.

"Can my eyes see through objects?"

Wang Feng realized as he stood up, somewhat shaky.

And the remaining heat flow within his body had almost completely disappeared.

"For now, let's call you Spiritual Energy."

"Wang Feng murmurs to himself, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart. Today, he not only acquired various inheritances, but his eyes are now capable of seeing through things.

Thinking of his girlfriend Zhang Qian makes his gaze flash with a hint of ruthlessness.

"Zhang Qian, I've told you that I would make you regret it, and that day is fast approaching."

Wang Feng silently vows in his heart.

Suddenly, the phone rings.

After Wang Feng picks it up, a cold voice from the chief comes through, "What time is it, Wang Feng? Why aren't you here yet?"

"I'm sorry, Chief, I'll be there soon."

Looking at his mobile phone, he realizes it's almost eight o'clock. Scared by this, he hurriedly opens the door and heads towards the hospital.

After graduating from the medical college,he was assigned to Shanghe City People's Hospital for his internship.

His supervisor is none other than the hospital's famous icy beauty, Chief Zhang Ya.

Although Zhang Ya seems cold all the time, she has been very good to him.

Some people even whisper behind the scenes that Zhang Ya has taken a liking to Wang Feng.

Finally, he rushes to the hospital.

Zhang Ya gives him an unhappy glance, but doesn't say much else.

The other intern doctors nearby, on the other hand, can't help but snub, " Wang Feng, you sure are lucky. The last time I was late, the Chief scolded me until I wished the ground would swallow me."

"I don't know what the Director sees in him, treating him so well? Absolutely outrageous."

Wang Feng paid no mind to them, sat down, and started pondering the concept of seeing through things.

After he hurried to the hospital, he discovered that his body felt noticeably lighter, and the sense of weakness was all but gone.

It seemed like the so-called spiritual energy within his body had been restored.

With a mentality of giving it a shot, Wang Feng looked towards Zhang Ya.

Zhang Ya, clad in a white lab coat, was in a meeting.

The large white lab coat still couldn't hide Zhang Ya's voluptuous figure, attracting the attention of everyone present.

As Wang Feng turned to look at Zhang Ya, the principles of traditional Chinese medicine, consisting of inspection, smelling, inquiry, and pulse-taking, were applied It was after just a few glances that Zhang Ya's physical condition was thoroughly understood by him.

"With such medical skills, wouldn't it be possible to compete with the top-tier miracle-working doctors in this country?"

Wang Feng's heart was inflamed with passion, admiring Zhang Ya's stunning figure, which caused ripples of excitement within him.

"Or... should I take a look at Director Zhang Ya... um, just one glance, one glance is enough."

Wang Feng mumbled to himself, starting to see through Zhang Ya by means of his insight.