Determination!

Wang Yi found his mother's hospital room and saw her, Li Lan, awake and lying in a white hospital bed, covered by a quilt. His father wasn't there, but their acquaintance, Xiaoyan, was keeping her company.

"Mom, are you okay?" Wang Yi hurried to the bedside, asking with concern.

"I'm fine, it's just a small issue..." Li Lan was chatting with Shen Yan when she noticed her son had brought along a beautiful and elegant girl. She paused mid-sentence, her attention shifting. "Son, who's this?" she asked, her eyes now fixed on the girl.

Before Wang Yi could answer, the girl stepped forward and smiled warmly. "Hello, Auntie. I'm Wang Yi's friend, Gao Yurong. You can call me Yurong."

"Oh, oh..." Li Lan blinked in surprise, her gaze moving between her son and the girl.

Shen Yan, sitting nearby, also eyed Gao Yurong curiously.

"Mom, Dad told me you fainted suddenly. What happened?" Wang Yi asked, redirecting the conversation.

"It's nothing, the factory is just busy, so..."

"You were working overtime again, weren't you?" Wang Yi's tone sharpened with frustration.

He felt a surge of anxiety and anger. His mother had always had health issues, often requiring hospital stays. Despite this, she continued to work long hours, which worried him deeply. Wang Yi had tried many times to persuade her to take a less demanding job, but she always refused.

Just then, Wang Yi's father entered the room, followed by a doctor in a white coat.

"After several tests, it was determined that the fainting was due to overwork, severe lumbar muscle strain, and significant mental fatigue," the doctor explained. "The patient is getting older, so she'll need to stay under observation for a few days. If there are no further issues, she can be discharged. But after that, she needs plenty of rest, and you should ensure she maintains proper nutrition."

Wang Yi glanced at his mother, who was now chatting happily with Gao Yurong and Shen Yan, seemingly in good spirits.

Just as Wang Yi was thinking that his other friend, Lin Youyu, might show up soon, the room grew livelier with conversation. But his mind was already drifting elsewhere.

His mother's reluctance to change jobs and her willingness to endure exhausting overtime boiled down to one thing: supporting the family. It was a harsh reminder that they simply lacked the financial means to let his parents enjoy a comfortable, stress-free life.

Wang Yi had been preparing for the "quasi-warrior assessment" on July 1st, hoping to catch the attention of the Xtreme Martial Arts Academy and be recruited as a special talent. The academy treated extraordinary talents generously. Regular martial artists could expect a villa and a starting bonus of one million yuan, but Wang Yi knew that those with exceptional potential were rewarded far beyond that.

He remembered Luo Feng, who had been directly recommended to the Jiangnan Headquarters after his first successful genetic training. The treatment he received was astonishing—aside from a villa, Luo Feng was given a free pass to acquire martial arts manuals worth up to 100 million yuan and 20 million yuan in startup funds.

If Wang Yi could demonstrate his extraordinary talent during the quasi-warrior assessment, he was sure to attract the academy's attention and receive similarly generous treatment.

Wang Yi recalled that Luo Feng, after signing his contract, was allowed to move into a villa in the martial artist community even before completing the final combat assessment. This was a special privilege because Luo Feng's physical strength was off the charts—his punching power had reached 3100 kg, while the requirement for a quasi-warrior was only 900 kg.

Wang Yi's own physical strength now stood at an impressive 3600 kg, far surpassing that of the average quasi-warrior. His body, further enhanced by various bonuses, was even stronger than some seasoned fighters. His mastery of swordsmanship and body techniques had also reached a level comparable to warriors who had trained for years.

With such abilities, Wang Yi knew that showcasing his skills during the assessment would surely catch the academy's attention.

After all, he was only eighteen years old, had never undergone formal martial arts training, and had yet to unlock his genetic power. His progress was nothing short of monstrous.

The Extreme Martial Arts Club would undoubtedly offer him extremely generous terms, and there was even the possibility of joining their elite training camp.

Wang Yi had no time to worry about what others might think. His mother's illness had shaken him, pushing him to pursue his goals with even more determination. He believed that as long as he continued to grow rapidly and demonstrate his potential, no one would dare interfere with his path.

As for the upcoming college entrance exams, they were still important to him. The exam was on June 6th, and the quasi-warrior assessment was on June 1st, leaving enough time for both.

Though the college entrance exam seemed less relevant to him now, it still represented the culmination of his student life, and he wasn't ready to dismiss it entirely.

Having made up his mind, Wang Yi felt a sense of relief.

Wang Yi's father, who had been standing quietly by, glanced at the group of women chatting together, then moved closer to his son and whispered, "Who's that girl who just arrived? Is she your friend?"

Wang Yi's father, curious but cautious, knew his son's reserved nature. It wasn't every day that his son showed up with a beautiful girl, especially one who didn't seem ordinary.

"Dad, remember when I was tutoring? She was the one I tutored. We became good friends," Wang Yi explained.

"Really?" His father was skeptical but decided not to press further. After a moment, he lowered his voice and said sternly, "Well, just be careful. I don't want you getting into trouble."

Wang Yi chuckled. "Dad, I know. Don't worry."

Satisfied, his father patted him on the shoulder. "That's good. But you're getting older, and after the college entrance exams, there's no harm in having a girlfriend. Your mom and I are open-minded about that."

Wang Yi rolled his eyes in response.

Just then, the door opened again, and Lin Youyu, wearing a white dress and a gray coat, peeked her head into the room.

"Wang Yi?" she called softly.

Wang Yi's father froze, his conversation stopping mid-sentence. He turned to his son with a look of suspicion, as if to say, "You've got some explaining to do. Who's this?"

"Hello, uncles and aunties. I'm Lin Youyu, Wang Yi's classmate," she said politely, standing nervously at the door with her hands clasped in front of her.

"Oh, come in, come in!" Li Lan, Wang Yi's mother, responded warmly from her hospital bed. "Have a seat."

Lin Youyu glanced at Wang Yi before walking over to sit beside his mother, looking a little shy.

As Li Lan studied the delicate and beautiful girl before her, she felt a growing sense of pride, but she also wondered how her son had managed to meet so many girls at once.

Wang Yi noticed his father giving him a questioning look. Both men quietly slipped out of the room, carefully closing the door behind them.

No sooner had they left than Wang Yi felt a sharp slap on the back.

"Alright, son. You better explain everything. What's the deal with all these girls?" his father demanded.