Lin Yu stayed in Fengtian for a few days.
They didn't rush south.
He was waiting, waiting for a phone call.
Finally, the call came.
"Young Marshal Lin..."
"Is it serious?"
"Hmm...you knew all along?"
Hua Zhen's tone was somewhat heavy, "He's already fallen into a coma three times, and this time he's unlikely to wake up. I'm afraid only you, Young Marshal Lin, can..."
"Okay, I got it. I'll be there tomorrow morning!"
Under the night sky, Lin Yu looked up at the sky. The once bright star next to the moon suddenly flickered and gradually dimmed.
Lin Yu shook his head helplessly. Birth, aging, sickness and death are the natural course of life. Even the Holy King of Reincarnation is subject to this, let alone ordinary people.
After sighing, a jeep slowly drove up, Lin Yu got in, and rode the west wind westward.
early morning.
The morning light spilled into the pond. It was late autumn, and the lotus flowers had fallen, leaving behind a scene of desolation and sadness, like a poignant painting.
A man over 1.9 meters tall, carrying a knife, led Lin Yu along the stone path.
The vermilion compound was surrounded by high walls. When Lin Yu arrived, the area was already full of cars.
Squeak!
The gate opened, and people in the courtyard turned to look; there were more than a dozen men, women, and children.
They all exuded an air of nobility!
Several elderly men with gray hair were looking at Lin Yu with curious eyes.
Before Lin Yu arrived, his legend had already spread among the major medical universities in Yandu. His surgery had been hailed as a miracle in both Chinese and Western medicine circles.
A bald old man, the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine hospital, was trembling with excitement. He almost shouted, "Finally, I've seen someone alive!"
However, in such situations, no one dared to speak out of turn.
"You must be Marshal Lin?"
A middle-aged man in his forties approached to greet me. He was well-mannered and wore gold-rimmed glasses.
“This is the eldest son of the Grand Secretary, and he is now the second-in-command of Handong Province!” Hua Zhen explained.
Lin Yu turned his head and glanced at him, nodding as a greeting.
Despite the perfunctory response, the second-in-command of Handong Province showed no displeasure whatsoever.
His father had warned him that if anything happened to him, the fate of the entire family, and even the fate of the nation, would be in the hands of this son alone.
Remembering his father's teachings, even though he held a high position, he dared not be arrogant in the slightest.
"Young Marshal Lin, I beg you, you must save my father, I'm begging you!" Pang Tai pleaded with a desperate expression.
Lin Yu nodded. "Life and death are a matter of fate, wealth and honor are determined by heaven. All I can say is that I will do my best!"
After he finished speaking, he followed Hua Zhen toward the main room.
The national champions made way for Lin Yu as he entered the main room.
The room was simply furnished, reminiscent of the style of the 1970s and 80s.
There were no unnecessary items in the room: a table, a pair of sofas, a coffee table, a heavy bookshelf, and a bed. A leather belt, badly peeling and cracked in many places, hung on a clothes rack.
Lin Yu couldn't help but sigh.
Such is the life of a high-ranking official; shouldn't those guys who pave their beds with banknotes reflect on their actions?
Anyone who enters this room must feel a sense of awe and respect.
"Is that Lin family brat here?" A faint voice came from the old man.
Lin Yu quickly went to the bedside and grasped the withered old hand.
"It really is you, kid!" The Grand Secretary opened his eyes a crack and forced a smile.
Lin Yu looked helpless. "You only realized you needed to come to me when you were this sick? Do you look down on me, or do you not trust me?"
There was a hint of complaint in his words, but also a touch of heartache.
People generally believe that the higher the official rank, the better, but what Lin Yu saw was heartbreaking.
In just six months, the old man had aged terribly, his hair turning completely white.
This job is tough; you can imagine the pressure.
The Grand Secretary smiled and said, "It's not that I don't trust you. With your status, it's inevitable that your travels to Yandu will attract criticism. I always thought I could handle it, but I didn't expect you to actually fall this time!"
"Then he should find someone to take care of him, after all, he's getting old!" Lin Yu didn't understand.
The Grand Secretary shook his head. "I'm getting old, and I smell like an old person. I don't even like the smell myself, and I didn't expect to be annoying to others even now!"
Lin Yu said irritably, "Everyone gets old eventually, it's only natural. You're already this old, why are you still so concerned about saving face? You can't let go of that!"
The Grand Secretary sighed, "You have no idea how many people are watching me, eyeing me covetously. I don't want a few more pairs of eyes in this room. So, don't blame me, just tell me, how much longer do I have?"
Hua Zhen, who was standing to the side, already had tears in his eyes. "Your Excellency, don't talk nonsense. The old blind man told your fortune. You will live a long life!"
The Grand Secretary smiled helplessly, "That old fellow has been swindling and deceiving his whole life. In all these decades, he's only ever been right about one thing. Everything else is nonsense!"
Lin Yu raised an eyebrow, "The person you're talking about..."
The old man shook his head. "A man who ran a stall at the South Gate once told my fortune when he was young. He said that I would be buried in Jiubaoshan like my father!"
“Recently, he cast another divination for me… Guess what?” the Grand Secretary continued, “He said I won’t die anytime soon, and I can still struggle for a while!”
Lin Yu pursed his lips. "Fortune telling doesn't determine lifespan, but you definitely won't die this time!"
After the Grand Secretary finished speaking, he knew who the old blind man was.
Who else could it be but that immortal old master?
He thought the old man was dead, but he never expected him to come to the capital to swindle and cheat.
That makes sense, though, since Yandu is full of nobles, it's relatively easy to make money there.
Hua Zhen seemed somewhat excited upon hearing Lin Yu's words, "Young Marshal Lin, can the Grand Secretary's illness really be cured?"
Lin Yu shook his head. "It's impossible to completely cure it. This winter, the seasons were like summer, with water and fire clashing. The elder's innate fire element was insufficient, and he also consumed strong tonics, which were too strong, causing his meridians to collapse and making it impossible to save him!"
"All I can say is that I will help you stabilize your life force and get through this winter. I will use the spring's life force to prolong your life and the summer's growth force to replenish your energy. However, when autumn and winter return, you will be helpless and unable to escape death!" Lin Yu said truthfully.
"So, I only have one year left to live?" The Grand Secretary seemed dazed, but quickly regained his composure and shook his head, saying, "If all goes well, that's enough time to do a lot of things!"
But Hua Zhen was somewhat unwilling, "Young Marshal Lin, isn't there any other way? The fate of the nation is at a critical moment, we can't do without the Grand Secretary!"
The Grand Secretary waved his hand, "Don't make things difficult for Xiao Lin. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are all part of human nature. Wealth and honor are determined by fate. This saying is absolutely true!"
The elder turned his gaze to Lin Yu and said with a smile, "Everything is the best arrangement. The younger generation surpasses the older generation, and we old folks will eventually have to step down from the stage of history!"
"Thinking back on my life, I have devoted myself to the cause, and I can say that I have had a peaceful end!" The Grand Secretary sighed softly.
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