Chapter 15

After returning home, Jiang Ping went straight into his room. With the college entrance exam approaching, as long as he said he was reviewing in his room, his family would not come in to disturb him. So after closing the door, Jiang Ping could carefully examine the two items he had just received without worrying about his family finding out.

Jiang Ping filled a basin with water and then, full of anticipation, placed the agarwood inside. As he had expected, most of the agarwood sank into the water, with only a small part remaining above the surface. This was a characteristic of semi-sunken agarwood, which made Jiang Ping secretly delighted. For two thousand yuan, he had indeed gotten a great deal on such a large piece of semi-sunken agarwood from Dala.

Since this piece of agarwood was quite valuable, Jiang Ping naturally did not want to rush into carving it, lest he waste such good material. He planned to wait until after the college entrance exam, carefully think it through, and then start, aiming to maximize the benefits.

After examining the agarwood, Jiang Ping turned his attention to the set of Qing Dynasty ancient books. For Jiang Ping, who had seen many treasures in his previous life, the books themselves were not particularly attractive. What truly interested him was the spiritual energy contained within the books.

Previously, at Julongzhai, Jiang Ping had always worn gloves when handling the books, so he had not absorbed any spiritual energy. Now, with only him in the room, he could finally absorb the spiritual energy without worry.

Jiang Ping gently placed his hand on the ancient books and focused his mind, imagining the process of extracting spiritual energy from the books. As soon as his intention arose, he immediately felt a cool sensation enter his palm from the books, then travel up his arm, and finally enter his eyes, just like last time.

Jiang Ping's originally sore and swollen eyes immediately felt very comfortable, causing him to close his eyes and take a deep breath in relief. When he opened his eyes again, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his vision had become much clearer.

Of course, Jiang Ping's purpose in absorbing spiritual energy was not to improve his vision. Since his eyes had absorbed spiritual energy again, he decided to go out and use his discerning eye to see what he could gain this time.

Since he had just returned from outside, Jiang Ping was afraid that running far away again would make his parents unhappy, so he stood at the door, observing the neighbors walking around outside the alley.

Jiang Ping's family had lived in this ordinary alley for over ten years and naturally knew many of the old neighbors. Many of the neighbors who passed by Jiang Ping's house greeted him kindly. A few particularly enthusiastic neighbors even asked how his review was going and showed great concern for his upcoming college entrance exam.

While smiling and greeting the old neighbors, Jiang Ping also felt a deep sense of nostalgia. For Jiang Ping, who was already in his forties and had spent half his life traveling around the world, such a scene of greeting old neighbors was already quite unfamiliar. Now, having the chance to do it again, he felt deeply moved.

Of course, while feeling nostalgic, Jiang Ping did not forget his true purpose for standing at the door. Whenever a neighbor passed by, he would focus his attention and stare intently at them while greeting them.

However, to Jiang Ping's surprise, although several neighbors passed by the door, there was no abnormality on their foreheads. No matter how hard he concentrated, he could see nothing.

At first, Jiang Ping thought his ability had disappeared, but then he realized that this situation likely meant that these neighbors were all fine and nothing special would happen to them. This reassured Jiang Ping, and he continued to observe others from the door.

Jiang Ping had not been standing there long when a fat, middle-aged man weighing about 200 pounds slowly approached, smiling at him and saying, "Jiang Ping, are you enjoying the view at the door? The college entrance exam is coming up, why aren't you reviewing at home?"

This middle-aged man was also an old neighbor of the Jiang family, and Jiang Ping, of course, recognized him. He smiled and replied, "Uncle Ma, hello. I'm a bit tired from reviewing, so I came out to get some fresh air!"

"Right, you should balance work and rest; it's good for your health," Uncle Ma chattered on. "But don't be like me; after forty, my health just keeps getting worse!"

Jiang Ping did not pay much attention to Uncle Ma's lament but focused his attention on the man's fat face. This time, he really noticed something: there was a clear green light on Uncle Ma's forehead!

Although the green light flashed by quickly, Jiang Ping saw it clearly and began to ponder, "Another new color, but what does this green represent?"

Of course, Uncle Ma had no idea that Jiang Ping had just used his discerning eye to observe him and continued to ramble, "Lately, I've been feeling more and more that something is wrong with my body. I'll have to go to the hospital for a check-up and see what's wrong."

Jiang Ping agreed with Uncle Ma, nodding with a smile, "You're right, health is the most important! I need to go back and review my lessons, Uncle Ma, see you later!"

"Go ahead, work hard, kid!" Uncle Ma waved to Jiang Ping and turned to go back to his own home.

Jiang Ping said he was going to review his lessons, but he was actually still thinking about what the green light on Uncle Ma's forehead meant. Fortunately, Uncle Ma lived next door, so as long as he paid more attention in the coming days, he could figure it out.

As it turned out, Jiang Ping's thoughts were correct, and he had the answer the next morning.

The Jiang family was sitting around the table for breakfast when his mother, Zhu Yun, said softly, "Have you heard? Uncle Ma next door is sick!"

Jiang Jianhua immediately nodded, "I heard. Uncle Ma suddenly had a heart attack in the middle of the night and was taken to the hospital by an ambulance!"

The conversation between his parents made Jiang Ping's heart tremble, and he finally understood what the green light represented. If he saw a green light on someone's forehead, it undoubtedly meant that the person would fall ill soon.

Zhu Yun said softly, "Given Uncle Ma's build, it's not surprising he got a heart attack, but I wonder how serious it is."

Hearing his mother's words, Jiang Ping, who was deep in thought, subconsciously replied, "It shouldn't be a big problem; there's no danger to his life."

Jiang Ping was confident in saying this because the green light on Uncle Ma's forehead was not very deep, and there was no black aura indicating death, which meant the situation was not serious.

However, Jiang Jianhua and Zhu Yun both thought their son was just being kind, and they both nodded in agreement. Jiang Jianhua sighed, "I hope so. If Uncle Ma is hospitalized, we should go visit him; we're all old neighbors, after all."

Zhu Yun also said to her husband, "You're right, we should go visit him."

Jiang Ping did not pay much attention to his parents' subsequent conversation, his mind filled with other thoughts: If green represents illness, can I now see any signs on my mother and sister?

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