Chapter 355: The disease is gone like a thread,

Mr. Zheng said, "It's truly a mystery. It's hard to justify. As a result, his popularity plummeted. I'd also like to ask Mr. Wan for an explanation."

I smiled and said, "There's only one explanation. The palmistry shows physical illness. It's a reflection of vital signs. He's not physically ill, but has been poisoned. That's not something that can be revealed by palmistry."

"Ah?" The three of them were surprised at the same time.

I further explained, "For example, a person goes to the hospital for a checkup in the morning, and all his parameters are within the standard range. He's healthy, right? But in the afternoon, someone poisons his food, and he has a serious problem. This doesn't mean that there's something wrong with his organs."

Mr. Zheng said, "Your explanation is very vivid."

Mr. Xiong said, "Yes, you are a master after all. It is clear now that you have said it."

Mr. Zheng said, "Your reminder is very valuable. He has always looked down on others. Perhaps he poisoned them."

I asked, "Has he seen a Chinese doctor and taken Chinese medicine?"

Mr. Zheng said: "He doesn't believe in traditional Chinese medicine. He said it was suave and meant to be a liar."

Mr. Xiong was indignant: "Arrogant and ignorant."

Mr. Zheng asked, "Mr. Shanhong, how is my friend's disease ranked in Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

I thought about it and said, "Traditional Chinese medicine can be ranked in a series, with things like evil spirits entering the body, imbalance of yin and yang, and poisonous qi attacking the heart. There are many more detailed names. Coma, mental stupor, mumbling, cramps in the hands and feet, and finally, the state of hiding clothes and touching the bed, feeling nervous and uneasy."

Mr. Zheng asked, "What does it mean to be so nervous and uneasy while touching the bed with your clothes on?"

"It means the patient is involuntarily reaching out to touch clothes, the edge of the bed, or pointing his fingers in the air, with his fingers sometimes opening and closing, and often kicking off the covers. In other words, he is unconscious."

Mr. Zheng's eyes almost popped out of his head. "You're like you're there. This is exactly what's happening."

I have a better idea of ​​it, but I can't say it now.

Mr. Zheng asked: "If he is unconscious, will he die?"

I knew what was going on, but I deliberately smiled and said, "I'm not a god."

Mr. Xiong said, "Tell me a word."

Mr. Zheng tilted his head and asked Mr. Xiong, "Is the measurement accurate?"

Mr. Xiong said, "I heard from Mr. Chen that Teacher Wan has never made a mistake in fortune-telling."

Mr. Zheng stared at me seriously.

I nodded, but said nothing. This atmosphere had to be just right to be effective.

Mr. Zheng was skeptical and asked, "Just a random word?"

I said, "Any words will do, but it's best to write them down on paper."

Zhang Meizhu immediately brought the hotel's notepad. Mr. Zheng took out a pencil and wrote the word "withdrawal" stroke by stroke. He tore off the paper and handed it to me.

Zhang Meizhu couldn't help but ask, "Why did you write the word '抽'?"

Mr. Zheng said: "Illness comes like a mountain falling, and goes like a thread being pulled out. I hope he gets better."

I looked at the word and said, "It's going to get better."

Mr. Zheng stared at me, almost in disbelief, and asked, "You jumped to conclusions based on just one glance?"

I said, "I'll explain it to you slowly."

The three of them listened with bated breath.

I pointed to the character "抽" (draw) and said, "First, let me talk about an important principle in our fortune-telling. This principle is called 'Xuanguan Anhe' (secret combination). When writing this character, if the corresponding scene or action is associated with it, it is good if it goes in the right direction, but bad if it goes against the direction."

Next, I will talk about the word 抽 (抽). Its original meaning is to take out or pull out something that is stuck or entangled.

What Mr. Zheng just did was to tear the paper off the note, which can be understood as taking it out or pulling it out.

This action aligns with the original meaning of the word '抽' (pumping), and therefore conforms to the principle of hidden harmony in the genkan (entrance gate). This action isn't prompted by someone else, but rather comes naturally to you. In other words, it suggests that your friend's illness will heal.

Mr. Zheng's face flashed with joy, but he was also filled with doubts. "After all, this needs medical treatment. So far, I've consulted many famous doctors, but there's been no improvement."

I said, "Your concerns are not without reason, but I would like to share a historical perspective. Can you offer an analogy?"

Zhang Meizhu stood up to add tea for us.

I said, "During the Qing Dynasty, there was a minor official in the Ministry of Personnel. He had spent most of his life working for a fifth-rank official, and during the Chinese New Year, his superiors assigned him to be on duty.

It was worth it, but I only regretted my bad luck. Unable to climb up, I could only obey orders, so I lit a fire in the hall of the Ministry of Personnel and began to read a book.

On New Year's Eve, Emperor Qianlong suddenly felt like going for a walk. Passing by the Ministry of Personnel, he saw the lights were bright inside and went in. He saw an official reading a book at night.

The fifth-rank official had not expected Emperor Qianlong to come to check on him on New Year's Eve, so he immediately knelt down and bowed. Emperor Qianlong was in a good mood and asked him some questions.

The fifth-rank official was originally a clerk, very familiar with the Ministry of Personnel's affairs, and could answer questions fluently. Qianlong was so pleased that after the New Year he promoted the official to a lucrative position, sending him to manage the grain transport.

Mr. Zheng said, "I understand. It means that some opportunities only come to a person occasionally."

I said, "It's not accidental, it's inevitable. This man was destined to be a late bloomer. Otherwise, why would he be assigned to duty? Why would Qianlong conduct night patrols? Besides, the decades of sitting on the bench before him made him proficient in his job."

"So you mean my friend will survive?"

"It should be. He heals people, which is his blessing, but he has a calamity in his life that cannot be avoided."

"Will this healer appear?"

"Of course." I said affirmatively.

Mr. Zheng clasped his hands together and said, "I hope it's as you said."

I asked what their schedule was like.

Mr. Xiong introduced: Their meeting will last for three days. They will check in today, attend the opening ceremony tomorrow morning, negotiate in the afternoon, and hold a signing ceremony the day after tomorrow morning.

Of course, if the negotiations are unsuccessful, you can leave tomorrow afternoon.

I said, "Then I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow afternoon. You can stay at Xuri for three days and wait for Mr. Chen to come back before leaving."

Mr. Xiong looked at Mr. Zheng with a questioning look. Mr. Zheng said, "Sure, I'd like to communicate more with Mr. Shanhong."

I said, "You just arrived today, so you should go to bed early."

They wanted to see me off, but I asked them to stay.

We bowed and said goodbye in the corridor.

When I got home, my parents were asleep, and Xiaolin and the children were also asleep. I didn't disturb them. I found the notebook in the study and began to search carefully.

Based on the symptoms Mr. Zheng described, Cruz was a master at poisoning. And Mr. Dong's notes contained a recipe specifically describing a cure for "gu."

I finally found it, and what was written on it was exactly the same as what Zheng Yazhi said.

This kind of Gu, called a slow Gu, couldn't be diagnosed by Western medical instruments. It was like radioactive material, slowly releasing its contents, causing Cruz to die slowly.

I called Mr. Zheng and said only one sentence: "President, I can cure this disease."

There was no sound from the other end for a long time.

Finally, Zheng Yazhi's voice was heard: "I'll meet you tomorrow at noon."