After I Transmigrated into a Face-Slapping Power Fantasy, I Broke Free of the God of Poverty

I'm Qiong Gui. I imagine a lot of classmates who haven't even finished elementary school won't recognize these two characters. Qiong, pronounced qiong with the second tone; Gui, pronounced gui with the third tone.

Qiong Gui means "poor wretch."

I have no idea which sick person gave me this unlucky name, but just like the name some sick person gave me, I've never had a single red Mao in my life, and the government's poverty-relief program couldn't lift me out of poverty, because I had a gambling-addicted father to support.

Perhaps Heaven took pity on me. After an accident, I unexpectedly transmigrated into the body of a young lady. This poor young lady was also called Qiong Gui.

The young lady Qiong Gui was sickly. She had been plagued by illness her whole life and had already kicked the bucket in some unremarkable corner before the poor version of Qiong Gui arrived.

But the great thing was, the young lady's father and mother were both alive and loved their sickly daughter dearly. They certainly wouldn't skimp on money, either.

Qiong Gui: "Yay!"

Theme: Face everything calmly. Even illness is nothing to be afraid of.