Chapter 15

This time, the old auntie left even more hurriedly than yesterday, and Tang Zhendong clearly saw the signs of misfortune in her eye corners, indicating a likely outcome of losing her spouse in old age.

However, while a feng shui master can predict the outcome, they cannot accurately determine the process. For instance, when it comes to losing a spouse in old age, just how old is "old"? No one can say for sure.

Tang Zhendong watched as the old auntie approached Old Ye, her facial features showing signs of marital distress. A barely noticeable wrinkle ran across her eye corner, dividing it into two, a typical sign of someone who will lose their spouse in old age.

"Sir, Master, I took the medicine you gave me yesterday, but after taking it, my husband had a severe stomachache, much worse than before. What do you think about this?"

The old auntie was very anxious, her speech becoming incoherent, her tone urgent.

If she had come to Old Ye a few days ago and then returned yesterday to tell him this, Old Ye would have deceived her by saying: "In troubled times, drastic measures are necessary. For acute illnesses, strong medicine is required. Only by overcorrecting can we achieve the right result. So this is a normal phenomenon."

But today, Old Ye's own wife, Huang Xiuchun, showed significant improvement in her condition, and he no longer needed the money. He genuinely felt that this was a sign of heaven's favor, allowing them to continue supporting each other and spending their lives together.

This was an opportunity that came from being kind to others. Old Ye, having been in this profession for many years, naturally knew that good deeds bring good results. If it weren't for his wife's long-term illness, he wouldn't have been willing to earn such ill-gotten gains.

"Big Sister, please take your time and describe the symptoms in detail. I'll see what's really going on," Old Ye said. Since he had received good karma, he wanted to return the three thousand yuan he had taken from the old auntie and advise her to seek medical treatment promptly. However, he needed a reason to return the money; he couldn't just give it back immediately when she asked, as that would seem odd.

The old auntie slowly described her husband's condition and his reaction after taking the medicine. Old Ye, not being a doctor, didn't need to use traditional diagnostic methods. He asked her to do this because there was a half-baked doctor, Tang Zhendong, standing nearby. Old Ye wanted Tang Zhendong to hear the symptoms and determine if there was still hope. He wouldn't return the money unless absolutely necessary, not because he loved money, but because he hoped to be kind to others.

By the time the old auntie finished speaking, she was in tears. While she was wiping her eyes, Old Ye glanced at Tang Zhendong.

Tang Zhendong, being smart, understood Old Ye's intentions at a glance and accurately gauged his thoughts.

Tang Zhendong gave Old Ye a look, pointed at the old auntie, and then gestured.

Old Ye, who made a living by reading people's minds, immediately understood what Tang Zhendong meant. Tang Zhendong was suggesting that the old auntie go home first and then he would go with her to check on her husband.

"Big Sister, based on what you've said, I'm a bit unclear. Let's go back to your place together, and I'll give you a more specific treatment plan."

The old auntie thanked him repeatedly, "Thank you, Master, thank you, Master. I'm troubling you. When do you think it's best to go?"

"The sooner, the better. Let's go now!" Old Ye said as he started rolling up the white cloth of the Ma Yi Shen Xiang (a type of fortune-telling).

"Hey, Old Ye, you can't leave now. You promised to help me with some work. How about we go back now, and you give me a hand? It'll be done quickly," Tang Zhendong interjected, playing along. Even Old Ye felt that Tang Zhendong had the face of a natural con artist. His sincere appearance and slightly dark skin gave people a sense of solid trust.

"Big Sister, I've already promised my friend here. How about you wait a bit, at most an hour? Once I'm done with my friend, we'll go together," Old Ye said, his expression so natural that it could have won an Oscar.

"It's fine, Master. You do what you need to do. It's up to you when you're free."

Tang Zhendong and Old Ye pushed the cart toward Tang Zhendong's rental house.

"Brother, do you think I'm a bad person? I, sigh," Old Ye sighed as they walked.

"Brother, you can't say that. I think you're a good person. Look at how much the old auntie trusts you. If it were me, I would have taken the opportunity to leave long ago."

"Xiao Tang, don't tease me. Although you don't talk much, I can see that when someone needs your help, you never hesitate. I've been practicing this eye for many years."

"Brother, you really see me as a good person. I'm not a good person at all," Tang Zhendong said honestly. He could help honest people, but when it came to dealing with evil people, he was even more ruthless. Otherwise, Tang Zhendong wouldn't have made a name for himself on his first day in prison.

Tang Zhendong was a man of quick and decisive actions. He had a major enemy whom he had not yet sought out. It wasn't because he was afraid or couldn't find the person, but because everything has a cause and effect. Tang Zhendong's skills were, in a way, a result of this person's actions. If this person hadn't sent him to prison, he wouldn't have met his master and learned his extraordinary abilities.

Moreover, the person's son was truly dead, not just pretending. Tang Zhendong spent eight years in prison, which he considered a fair trade. During those eight years, he came to terms with the fact that he met his master because of this person, which was a great favor.

"Brother, I was forced to do it before, but now that my wife has a chance to recover, money has become less important to me. As long as it's enough to live on, that's fine. What do you think, Brother?"

Tang Zhendong understood Old Ye's thoughts and nodded, "Yes!"

"Xiao Tang, your wife's illness has already troubled you a lot, and now I'm calling you again. I really feel bad about it. I'm wasting your time and your business."

Tang Zhendong parked the cart and covered the easily perishable fruits with a cloth to block the sun. "Brother, if you say that, I should thank you. If it weren't for you helping me sell so much this morning, I would have sold in half a day what usually takes two days. This is a good opportunity for me to take a break, hehe."

"Xiao Tang, I admire you more and more. You are truly my lucky star. The best thing I've done in my life is to make you my friend."

Tang Zhendong laughed heartily.

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