Chapter 2

A hint of joy instantly appeared on the young woman's face.

After all, if she really were pregnant, she couldn't figure out who the father was. She couldn't possibly gather dozens of people for a debate, could she?

Moreover, when the man announced his name, the onlookers around them began to murmur.

"I've heard of this Doctor Lin. They say he's the best doctor at Fengshan Hospital, and many high officials have him treat them."

"Right, right, it must be him. I didn't expect him to be so young and so kind."

Praises continued to pour in.

Doctor Lin was extremely pleased. Seeing the admiration in the young woman's eyes made him even more smug, but he concealed it well, showing no signs of it. He looked at Qin Ning and smiled, "My medical skills may be average, but I can tell that this young lady isn't pregnant. Your trick to deceive people is a bit too childish. But since you're so young, I won't call the police. Tell me, how much money do you want? I'll give it to you, but you mustn't deceive anyone again."

Qin Ning raised an eyebrow.

This Lin Mo was really persistent.

Looking around, he saw that everyone was looking at the man with admiration!

Qin Ning shook his head with a smile. If this man didn't have such a deceitful look, and if he could hide his disdain and mockery a bit better, he might have been moved. So he took a step back and said, "I read fortunes and only accept the fee from my clients. I can't take your money."

Fortune-tellers are very particular about the fee.

The amount of money depends on the mood of both parties, but it must be given, and it must be given personally by the person seeking the fortune. This is because once a fortune-teller enters the secular world, they are inevitably entangled in cause and effect. To avoid unnecessary trouble, a fortune-teller generally refuses fees paid by a third party, even if it's a close relative, and instead requires the person seeking the fortune to pay personally.

Of course, there are exceptions, but in such cases, fortune-tellers generally don't accept fees.

Hearing that Qin Ning wouldn't take the money, a cold light flashed in Lin Mo's eyes, but he concealed it well and laughed, "You, a fraud, really plan to stick to your story?"

Qin Ning smiled and lifted his travel bag, saying, "I'm not a fraud. Reading fortunes is about destiny. My destiny with this beautiful lady has run its course, so I'll take my leave. Take care of yourself."

With that, he turned to leave.

"Wait!"

Seeing Qin Ning about to leave, Lin Mo, who was about to step on him to boost his own reputation and win the lady's heart, was even more dissatisfied. He said, "You keep saying you're not a fraud. I'll give you a chance to prove yourself. Why don't you read my fortune?"

"You?" Qin Ning turned around and looked at Lin Mo with amusement, then said, "Alright, but no fee."

"Why?" Lin Mo crossed his arms, his tone tinged with mockery.

Qin Ning smiled, "We have rules. We don't accept fees from the dying, those facing great calamity, or those who will never have good luck again. You are a doctor, with a full forehead and a rosy nasal bridge, and you save lives, which is a typical sign of wealth and nobility. But you are obsessed with alcohol and women, frequenting brothels, and your children's palace is faint and dark, indicating that you have killed many unborn children. Tsk, you are quite ruthless. But don't worry, abortion isn't a legal issue. However!"

He paused.

Lin Mo's face changed, but he quickly concealed it, though panic still flashed in his eyes from time to time.

Qin Ning grinned and said with a hint of amusement, "You have done too many things that harm your virtue, which has altered your destiny. Calamity is coming, and you will have no good luck for the rest of your life. Moreover, you have repeatedly forced yourself on female patients, so you will inevitably face prison."

After Qin Ning finished speaking, the onlookers' gazes toward the man changed.

Lin Mo's face turned red, but he quickly concealed it and said coldly, "A fraud is still a fraud. You're just angry because your deception failed, right?"

With that, the onlookers remembered that Qin Ning was a fraud and shouldn't be trusted.

They all looked at him with disdain.

Failing to deceive and then insulting people, this character is too despicable.

Qin Ning naturally wouldn't explain to these people. Being questioned by others was a common occurrence for fortune-tellers. Moreover, there were countless people who used the guise of fortune-telling to deceive. If he really cared, Qin Ning felt he would age prematurely. He smiled and waved his hand, "I've said what I needed to say. Whether you believe it or not is up to you."

With that, he was about to leave.

But Lin Mo wouldn't let Qin Ning go. He laughed coldly, "Want to leave? You seem quite eloquent, so you must have deceived many people. I think you should go to the detention center for some reform. Everyone, stop him. These frauds are becoming more and more brazen and can't be let off easily."

The onlookers had a sense of justice.

Especially since they felt they had been tricked by Qin Ning.

So when Lin Mo raised his arm, they really did surround Qin Ning.

But at that moment, a loud voice came from the back of the crowd, "Move, move!"

A fat man in his forties, dressed like a wealthy landowner, pushed his way through the crowd. He had some strength and soon made it to the front. Without a word, he hugged Qin Ning, "Brother! It's really you! Your master said you would definitely come to Yunteng, so I rushed here without even having breakfast. Brother, don't worry. Once you're in my territory, I'll protect you. We'll go to the Crystal Palace and have a great time."

"Get lost, you old scoundrel!"

Qin Ning's face turned black, and he kicked the fat man away, cursing, "Damn it, Huang, you old scoundrel, why are you everywhere?"

Huang Shan, nicknamed Huang Biesan, was in his forties and had risen from a poor farmer to a wealthy landowner.

When Qin Ning was five, the not-yet-wealthy Huang Biesan carried three roasted ducks up Dalu Mountain and received guidance from the old blind man. After coming down the mountain, his business went smoothly, and over ten years, he accumulated a considerable fortune. Knowing that the old blind man was a true immortal, he visited Dalu Mountain every year to show his respect, boasting to Qin Ning each time and promising to secretly take him to the Crystal Palace without the old blind man knowing.

But Huang Biesan always broke his promise.

So Qin Ning put him on his blacklist.

Huang Biesan, kicked to the ground, simply patted his buttocks and stood up. Before he could attach himself again, Lin Mo, who was about to call the police, walked up, somewhat uncertain, "Mr. Huang?"

"Who are you?"

Huang Biesan glared at him, displeased.

"Oh?" Huang Biesan thought for a moment, then waved his hand impatiently, "I don't know you."