Is Chapter 917 really the end?
It took the Qiu family a few seconds to realize that Ye Wanxi meant that this new method, which was obviously much more complicated than the previously agreed-upon solution, would cost extra.
Having figured this out, the Qiu family, though their initial impression of Ye Wanxi's otherworldly demeanor was somewhat shattered, breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace.
Compared to saying nothing and helping them solve problems while remaining mysterious and leaving them with an unknowable future cost, Ye Wanxi's open and transparent approach to cooperation made them feel more at ease.
"Add, add, add. Such a complicated process must have been very tiring for Ms. Ye, so a price increase is justified! We are willing to double the original price. Is that acceptable? If not, we can increase it further."
Ye Wanxi gave the group a look that suggested they were promising, and said with satisfaction, "No need to double it, just add half."
“…Okay, we’ll do as Miss Ye says.”
Shi Lang, who was completely dumbfounded, was speechless. "..." This is truly a case of one daring to raise the price and the other daring to lower it! He had never seen such an unconventional way of bargaining in his life!
Having agreed on the price beforehand, Ye Wanxi took out the small brocade pouch used as a medium for casting spells. In front of the Qiu family, she raised her hand and threw it forward, simultaneously throwing out several yellow talismans to wrap the pouch, and then gestured with her fingers a few times.
The yellow talisman wrapped in the brocade pouch suddenly emitted a blinding light, and then burst into flames with a bang.
"Ugh, what's that smell? It stinks!"
As the brocade pouch burned, an indescribable stench permeated the ward, causing everyone in the ward to instinctively pinch their noses and take a few steps back to keep their distance from the thing.
As thick smoke rose, several wisps of black smoke, invisible to anyone except Ye Wanxi and the other person, suddenly flew out from Qiu Zhiming's body. After circling the burning brocade pouch once, they rushed out of the ward window and disappeared in a short while.
The brocade pouch burned for about a minute before turning into black ash, which landed on the tissues that Feng Tianyu had prepared in advance, and was then thrown into the trash can next to the hospital bed.
The Qiu family members were both shocked and curious as they watched this scene, which resembled a movie special effect.
It wasn't until Feng Tianyu threw away the ashes that he belatedly realized what had happened, and he felt somewhat lost.
Having resolved the problem, Ye Wanxi turned around and met the stunned gazes of the Qiu family members. She asked in confusion, "Is there a problem?"
"Is this... the end?"
"...Otherwise what?"
The Qiu family members were a little excited, but also a little regretful: "Shouldn't we have washed our hands and burned incense beforehand, and then set up an altar with offerings and prayers before proceeding with such a complicated ritual?"
They had discussed this matter before, but Ye Wanxi didn't mention it, so they didn't ask any further questions.
They were just thinking that Ye Wanxi would ask them for help later, so it would be better to prepare some things in advance to avoid being caught off guard. But it turned out that... they didn't need them at all?
"...Don't watch too much shamanistic or superstitious performances, as it can easily affect your intelligence."
The Qiu family members: "..." You're a master who specializes in helping to solve these kinds of problems, is it really okay for you to talk about those shamans like that?
After the initial surprise, everyone finally remembered to ask about the person involved, and they gathered around the bedside one by one: "Zhiming, how are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"
"Yes, yes, is there anything else that's bothering you? Your complexion seems a bit better, but you still look listless. Can you get up?"
Qiu Zhiming shook his head and smiled, "I feel much better. After burning that brocade pouch, I feel much lighter, especially in my chest area. Before, I always felt uncomfortable in my heart, as if something was pressing down on it, it felt heavy. Now it's completely gone, but my limbs still feel a little weak."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Qiu immediately became anxious, fearing that her son might suffer some lasting effects: "How could this happen? Miss Ye, is Zhiming...?"
"He's fine, but he's been sick for over a month, so he's a bit weak and his blood and energy are insufficient. He'll recover after a while. If you're worried, you can give him a full check-up later to help with his recovery."
The Qiu family was finally relieved to hear her say that.
Meanwhile, the Wang family, who were overjoyed at Wang Dingcai's improved condition, were disturbed from their peace early in the morning by screams.
The moment the brocade pouch burned, all the sickness that Wang Dingcai had transferred to Qiu Zhiming, as well as some of the sickness that the other party had absorbed from some patients in the hospital through curses, all returned to him at once.
Still asleep, Wang Dingcai seemed to have been struck by something terrible. His eyes widened suddenly, and he clutched his chest in disbelief, struggling to roll off the bed, causing various things in the room to fall to the floor with a clatter.
Upon hearing the commotion, the Wang family members suddenly felt pain all over their bodies, an unbearable discomfort.
Wang Dingcai's mother lived next door to him. Although she was feeling unwell, she was still worried about her son's situation, so she struggled to turn on the bedside lamp and tried to get up to go and check on him.
As a result, when the light was turned on, she saw that the person lying next to her had a dark, bluish-gray face, and his eyes were wide open, looking as if he had died with his eyes open.
Wang Dingcai's mother was so frightened that she almost screamed, and tremblingly reached out to test his nose.
There was no breath. Her husband... was he dead?
"Aaaaaaah!"
Chaos reigned at the Wang family's place, with screams erupting everywhere. Meanwhile, the Qiu family, still in the hospital, were relieved and beaming with joy.
Seeing that the matter was resolved, Ye Wanxi decided not to stay any longer and disturb the Qiu family.
Before leaving, she glanced around and asked, as if sensing something, "By the way, where is Miss Ruan?"
Uncle Qiu was taken aback, then replied truthfully, "We've arranged for her to stay in the next ward for now. Did Miss Ye ask her about something?"
"It's nothing serious, I just wanted to remind her that although the brocade pouch contained Qiu Shao's things and was used as a medium for transferring the illness energy between Wang Dingcai and him, it has been on her for some time now, so it must have had some effect on her. Now, the illness energy on Qiu Shao has basically returned to Wang Dingcai, and he's fine. But she..."
Ye Wanxi's words piqued everyone's curiosity: "What will happen to her?"
“Her situation is different from Qiu Shao’s. She was the one who voluntarily took the illness, rather than being passive. In other words, the illness she contracted was the kind that she naturally picked up from prolonged contact with patients, rather than being brought about by a disease-carrying medium. Therefore, even if the brocade pouch is destroyed, it cannot be eliminated.”
The Qiu family members exchanged glances, their eyes flashing slightly: "So, she'll get sick after this?"
"Well, as for how serious her illness will be, that depends on her luck."
(End of this chapter)
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