Two days later, Chen Dong and his entourage appeared at Kunming Airport.
"Tiger, you're home!"
In Wolong's arms was a small wooden box.
Inside the box were the tiger's ashes.
Fox, Chen Dong, his assistant, and Lao Qin followed behind Wolong, as if protecting a tiger.
On the tarmac, many planes took off and landed, reflecting the sunlight and appearing dazzling.
Look again at the bustling crowd. People are all walking in the shade, avoiding the scorching sun...
Everything was just as it was when he left.
However, Chen Dong knew that everything was different now.
His closest brother is gone...
Because of himself, he lost his life in a foreign land.
“Tiger, we’re back,” he murmured.
The fox whispered, "Tiger, brother, I'll take you home."
He paused for a moment, then tears streamed down his face.
A man doesn't easily shed tears, unless he's truly heartbroken.
"The fox borrows the tiger's power, the fox borrows the tiger's power... Now that the tiger is gone, where will the fox borrow its power from?"
Looking at the three grown men in front of him, their faces filled with sorrow, Old Qin couldn't help but feel deeply moved.
I was moved by their deep brotherhood, saddened by the tiger's unfortunate departure, and also moved by my own near-death experience.
He had intended to go to Myanmar to fulfill a long-held wish, but he never expected that he would almost lose his life there.
Not to mention, they even met Zhang Jianming's nephew.
So many years have passed, yet the feud between me and the Zhang family still cannot be resolved.
It has even escalated.
Sigh, maybe I shouldn't have gone to Myanmar to gamble on that auction.
Life is unpredictable.
But there seems to be a pattern to follow.
There's always a thread that tries to connect everything.
This, perhaps, is karma.
Alas, good deeds and bad deeds are entangled in an inextricable web.
When he was young, he didn't really believe in these things, but as he got older, he believed in them more and more.
In retrospect, the suffering I've endured over the years, and the hardships my boss's family has suffered, are all forms of karma, aren't they?
Although acting as an appraiser is not considered immoral, it cannot be said to be entirely a virtuous act.
Everyone knows how lucrative the antique industry is.
But it couldn't escape taking advantage of someone's misfortune.
This one thing alone made him the target of a lot of people's dissatisfaction.
Condemned by all, he died without illness.
He then thought of the tiger's fate.
He didn't know what kind of tragic fate was involved.
However, just as a clay pot inevitably breaks at the well and a general is bound to die on the battlefield, the fate of a tiger is somewhat similar.
The group of five walked across the airport tarmac, down the long corridor, and through the passenger passage, their expressions solemn and their steps heavy.
The heavy aura emanating from them seemed to permeate the surrounding air and the people around them.
Even the air seemed to freeze.
People seemed to speak softer and walk more lightly.
Without Wolong saying anything, people could tell what they were doing and what they had experienced.
The group found a restaurant, ate a quick meal, and then checked into a hotel.
sleep.
Sleep soundly until the world turns dark.
They haven't had a proper rest lately.
Especially in the last few days, the escape, the fighting, the tiger's misfortune, and the handling of the aftermath have left them utterly exhausted.
They had been in a state of tension for several days in a row, and they simply couldn't take it anymore.
Next, they will send the tiger back to his hometown, a poor county in Xijing City, Qinchuan Province.
...
At the same time.
In a dimly lit room.
"No, don't kill me, don't kill me..."
Shang Yanfei huddled in the corner of the bed, wrapped in the blanket, her head buried deep in her hands, trembling all over, muttering to herself.
"Young Master, Young Master, are you alright?" A middle-aged man quickly walked to Shang Yanfei's side and asked with concern. He was Shang's butler.
He was accompanied by Shang Yanfei's parents and their family doctor.
The butler reached out to touch his knee, but Shang Yanfei suddenly looked up, his face full of terror, and his screams grew louder.
"No, don't come any closer, don't come any closer..."
The butler awkwardly withdrew his hand.
"Alright, Lao Fang, let Dr. Sun take a look."
Shang Yanfei's father, Shang Weiren, frowned and said.
"Yes, sir," Old Fang replied quickly.
He stood to the side, facing away.
Shang Yanfei's parents looked anxious.
Shang Weiren said to the doctor, "Dr. Sun, please take a look at my son. What's wrong with him?"
Dr. Sun sat by the bedside, softly calling Shang Yanfei's name: "Shang Yanfei, Shang Yanfei? Can you hear me?"
Shang Yanfei stared straight ahead, muttering to herself, neither answering Dr. Sun's question nor looking at him.
Dr. Sun reached out to pull Shang Yanfei's wrist, wanting to take his pulse.
However, as soon as he touched Shang Yanfei, he screamed in terror, "No, don't come any closer, don't kill me, don't kill me..."
Dr. Sun had no choice but to give up.
"When did Young Master Shang start acting like this?"
Shang Weiren thought for a moment and said:
“He has been having nightmares ever since he returned from Myanmar.”
"Young Master Shang's current behavior is mainly due to being frightened. As the saying goes, 'fear injures the kidneys' and 'fright causes qi to be disturbed.' However, simply tonifying the kidneys may not be effective. Therefore, I suggest taking him to the hospital for a check-up and treatment at the internal medicine department of a traditional Chinese medicine hospital. Then, he can use the four diagnostic methods of traditional Chinese medicine—inspection, auscultation and olfaction, inquiry, and palpation—to diagnose and prescribe medication."
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