A modern Feng Shui master and fortune teller, Lin Wanyue, is transported by a car accident to a dynasty not recorded in history, becoming a three-year-old baby abandoned in a mass grave.
The ...
"He's injured! But since there's blood here, he must be nearby. Let's search for him quickly." Seeing the blood on the ground, everyone had a bad feeling.
If the wild beasts in the mountains smell the scent of blood, they will definitely find this place before they do.
Soon, some of them found Du Fan, who had fallen into a coma, at the bottom of the ravine.
The group quickly cut down several trees, tied the unconscious Du Fan to them, and carried him back to the Du family.
When Old Lady Du saw her son covered in blood and unconscious, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
"Du Fan, wake up! What's wrong with you? Waaah! I should have told you not to go this morning. How are my son and I supposed to live if you leave us here?" Du Fan's wife cried uncontrollably, holding her son.
Everyone was in complete chaos, trying to get Du Fan back to bed while also trying to revive the unconscious old lady Du by pinching her philtrum.
When Old Lady Du woke up, she cried even louder than her daughter-in-law!
"My poor son, why did you leave us so young? You left behind an old woman like me, and your wife and children. How are we going to live? Why don't you just take your old mother with you..." Old Lady Du cried out in despair.
"Aunt Du, Du Fan only broke his leg, he's fine, he just needs to rest and recover..." Lin Weiming's words of comfort were interrupted by Aunt Du's increasingly loud sobs.
"He broke his leg and has to recover! It's making my son suffer. I'd rather he were dead! My son, why are you so unlucky?" Old Lady Du continued to wail.