In the underground parking garage of Wanhe Hospital, a black sedan slowly drove in and parked in an empty parking space.
The car door opened, and Zheng Feiyu stepped out of the car with a young man who was about 1.8 meters tall but exceptionally thin.
The young man was dressed in black, his face was pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he was about to collapse after taking a few more steps.
Zheng Feiyu looked at him worriedly: "Old Jiang, can you still hold on? Do you want me to carry you?"
Jiang Beishu was speechless: "...I'm not so weak that I need someone to carry me."
"Let's go then, don't keep Yuanman waiting." Zheng Feiyu took the lead and Jiang Beishu followed slowly behind him.
Jiang Beishu hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help asking, "Old Zheng, that master you mentioned... is he really reliable? Can he really solve my problem?"
He had consulted other self-proclaimed masters these past few days, but even though they took his money and performed their rituals, his problem remained unresolved.
It was Zheng Feiyu who heard about his situation and offered to take him to find a reliable master, but... what master lives in a hospital?
“She’s really reliable. Didn’t I tell you on the way here? She helped me resolve the issues that happened to my family a while ago.” Zheng Feiyu patted his shoulder: “With her involved, your problem will definitely be solved.”
Before Jiang Beishu could speak, the clicking sound rang in his ears again.
His body stiffened slightly, his steps faltered, and out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but look down, where a decaying, yellowed skeletal foot came into view.
Jiangbei Shu: "!!!"
He quickly grabbed Zheng Feiyu: "Let's go!"
That damn skeleton is bothering me again!
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Inside the ward, Nan Yuanman, Zheng Feiyu, and Jiang Beishu each sat on one side. Feng Congqian, worried that Zheng Feiyu and the others would feel uncomfortable with him around, went directly with the doctor for their routine check-ups, leaving them some space.
Jiang Beishu stared wide-eyed at the five-headed child in front of him, who looked to be under five years old, his head buzzing.
He opened his mouth slightly, pointed at Zhinan Yuanman, then at Zheng Feiyu: "Old Zheng, you, she, master?!"
He couldn't help but raise his voice for the last two words.
Isn't this just playing with him? What kind of master is only five years old?!
A five-year-old master! He hasn't even learned all the characters yet!
Zheng Feiyu raised his hand and pressed Jiang Beishu's hand down: "Hey! Old Jiang, don't judge a book by its cover. Yuanman is not like an ordinary child. She has real skills."
Jiang Beishu's vision went black again and again. He couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Old Zheng, you're really not playing a trick on me, are you?"
The truth is, Nan Yuanman's appearance made it impossible for him to trust her directly!
Nan Yuanman blinked, mimicking how Grandpa Nan used to greet clients, and patted her little chest in a childish voice: "Brother Feiyu isn't playing tricks on you, don't worry, as long as I can solve it, I definitely can help you solve it."
"What... what can you possibly do to help me?!" Jiang Beishu was on the verge of collapse and couldn't help but mutter, "If you really had any real skills, wouldn't you be able to tell just by looking at me?"
Nan Yuanman was stunned: "I could tell the moment we met. He's not a celestial master, he's a deity! Yuanman isn't a deity."
“However…” Nan Yuanman tilted her head slightly, her chubby face showing a hint of doubt: “Logically speaking, my older brother should have died when he was ten years old.”
Jiangbei Shu: "?"
Jiang Beishu pointed at Nan Yuanman, looking at Zheng Feiyu in disbelief: "She...she's cursing me to die??"
Zheng Feiyu calmly pressed his hand down again: "Calm down, keep listening. Yuanman won't make baseless accusations."
"Perfect wouldn't poop! Big brother, your forehead is low and sunken, lacks luster, your glabella is dull, your eyebrows are too low, your eyes are lifeless, your nose is thin and fleshless, and your ears are small. You have been weak since birth, are prone to illness, have poor spirits, and have extremely weak fortune."
“According to the information I’ve read in your face, you had a serious illness when you were ten years old. That illness consumed all your life force, and you should have died then!” Nan Yuanman said somewhat unhappily.
For some unknown reason, Jiang Beishu, who was supposed to have died young, is still alive, and his lifeline, which had been severed, has been mysteriously reconnected.
Jiang Beishu instinctively retorted, "Nonsense! How come I didn't know I was born when I was ten years old... Aaaaaah!"
Before he could finish speaking, Zheng Feiyu pinched his arm hard, making him howl in pain.
Zheng Feiyu frowned and let go. Before Jiang Beishu could question him, he said with certainty, "You did have a serious illness when you were ten years old. Don't you remember?"
“I didn’t see you when I was at school, so I called your mother. She said you were seriously ill and hospitalized, and you might not be able to continue your schooling.”
Jiang Beishu was stunned: "How come I have no memory of this at all?"
He has absolutely no memory of being sick at the age of ten!
Zheng Feiyu: "Why don't you call and ask your aunt?"
Jiang Beishu pursed his lips, took out his phone and called Madam Jiang. When the call was answered, he heard the clattering sound of mahjong tiles being rubbed on the other end, along with Madam Jiang's impatient voice: "Spit it out if you have something to say, or shut up. Your old mother is busy!"
"Mom, when I was ten years old, did I have a serious illness?" Jiang Beishu opened his mouth and asked with a strained voice.
"Yes, when you were ten years old, you were disobedient and went swimming in the river in the dead of winter. As a result, you developed a high fever, which led to meningitis and myocarditis. You almost went to see the King of Hell. Fortunately, your grandfather found a reliable doctor who saved you."
Madam Jiang answered him subconsciously, and then asked, "Why are you asking about this?"
Jiang Beishu stared at Nan Yuanman in shock, muttering, "It's nothing, I just ran into an old classmate who asked if I was better."
After Jiang Beishu hung up the phone, Zheng Feiyu asked impatiently, "How did it go? Did you get the information?"
"I found out." Jiang Beishu looked at Nan Yuanman with a complicated expression: "I did have a serious illness when I was ten years old."
He now believes that this baby has real skills.
Jiang Beishu paused for a moment, looked at Nan Yuanman, and apologized to her first: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disbelieve you, it's just that you're so old... Also, I've consulted many masters these days, but none of them could help me solve the problem, which is why I reacted so strongly."
Nan Yuanman is a magnanimous child. She waved her little hand and said, "It's okay. You were just feeling unwell and were affected by the ghost energy. Yuanman doesn't blame you."
"Ghostly aura?" Jiang Beishu's eyes lit up, and he excitedly stepped forward to grasp Nan Yuanman's hand: "You can see it too, can't you?"
Nanmanyuan was stunned: "Huh? What did you see?"
"That's it, that's the skeleton that's been following me! A really scary skeleton!" Jiang Beishu turned his head and pointed, but suddenly realized that the skeleton that had been following him was gone.
In the living room of the ward, there were only the three of them alive.
Jiang Beishu was stunned: "How...did they disappear?"
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