Chapter 18

"En? Yes, Old Li drinks a little every day," Wang Cuifeng said hurriedly when she heard Tang Zhendong ask, "Right, Master, how did you know? Did you see it?"

Tang Zhendong nodded.

Old Ye nodded secretly on the side. This kid has a great future, he really has the capital and potential to be a fortune-teller. His simple appearance is the capital, and his meticulous observation is the potential.

Impressive, too impressive!

Old Ye naturally didn't think Tang Zhendong had seen it. Yes, he did see it, but not by reading his face. He saw it from the row of Hai Cheng Laobai Gan wine bottles placed at the door. Even without going outside, he could see the signs inside the room because the door of Old Li's cabinet was open, revealing a half-bottle of opened Laobai Gan.

"Brother Li, I can only treat part of your illness; I can't help much with the other part," Tang Zhendong said straightforwardly after asking.

"Ah? Master, please save my old man," the older sister Wang Cuifeng said, about to kneel down to Tang Zhendong and Old Ye. Tang Zhendong quickly grabbed her thin, dry arm.

"Big Sister, get up, listen to what I have to say."

If it weren't for his wife's condition improving, Old Ye would have applauded Tang Zhendong's words. He hadn't misjudged Tang Zhendong. The kid was incredibly smart and quick to adapt. Moreover, he only said half of what he meant, making people want to ask more. Not only that, but Tang Zhendong's words were extremely precise and watertight.

Look at his last sentence: "I can only treat part of your illness, the rest I can't." This sentence is like a universal remedy, appropriate in any situation. If the illness is cured, it's because the part I treated was effective, and you should thank me. But if the illness isn't cured, it's because the part I couldn't treat has relapsed, and I've already told you in advance, so you can't blame me.

This young man is indeed a natural-born fortune-teller!

"Master, please speak!"

"It's like this. I just took a look, and your room isn't good; there are hidden dangers, especially the TV hanging in the corner. It shouldn't be there. Not only is the feng shui bad, but the worst thing is if the TV falls. Whether it hits your head or your feet, it's not good."

Wang Cuifeng nodded and agreed, "Okay, okay."

Tang Zhendong extended his hand to Old Ye, who immediately took out the three thousand yuan he had prepared. Tang Zhendong counted out one thousand and handed it to Wang Cuifeng, "Big Sister, the medicine from yesterday didn't work well, so I'll refund you one thousand. As for Brother Li's illness, I can only treat part of it, so I'll take one thousand and refund you one thousand."

Although Wang Cuifeng was poor and not well-off, she wasn't stingy. Perhaps it was the desperation of seeking help in a crisis, but she waved her hands, "Master, I can't take this money. I just hope you can cure my old man. If the money isn't enough, I can raise more."

Old Ye once again gave Tang Zhendong a mental thumbs up: a genius, a genius. If Tang Zhendong entered the world of feng shui and physiognomy, he would definitely be a unique talent. Just by his skillful use of the retreat-to-advance strategy, Old Ye was sure that Tang Zhendong's talent was unparalleled.

To his surprise, Tang Zhendong wasn't using the retreat-to-advance strategy but really gave the money to Wang Cuifeng, "Big Sister, take it, I haven't finished speaking."

Wang Cuifeng obediently took the money and waited for Tang Zhendong to continue.

"Actually, Brother Li's illness has two aspects. I know some medicine, and Brother Ye knows feng shui. Let me put it this way: from a medical perspective, Brother Li's illness is due to drinking. I asked if your brother drinks every day, and you said yes. That's right. Drinking every day causes alcohol to accumulate in the liver, which is the body's detoxification organ. So, Brother Li's illness is due to long-term alcohol accumulation. I can confirm that Brother Li not only drinks every day but also drinks a lot, at least half a catty a day, right?"

Wang Cuifeng and Li Zhiyong were stunned, "Master, you're amazing, I drink half a catty every day."

Actually, this wasn't because Tang Zhendong could predict the future, but because he saw it from feng shui and physiognomy. Feng shui is about adapting to the environment. The feng shui of each place is not static but changes with time, people, and events.

In the older sister's house, the direction of the northeast represents the eldest son of the family. The northeast represents the Zhen trigram in the Eight Trigrams, which belongs to the Wood element, representing the liver and limbs of a person.

Although Old Li's son was missing, Tang Zhendong could see that he was safe. Since the son was safe, the symptoms could be found in the liver and limbs.

So, Tang Zhendong suddenly asked if Old Li liked to drink. After getting a positive response, his judgment became more accurate. Drinking damages the liver, which is a well-known fact. Therefore, Tang Zhendong was sure that Old Li's illness was in his liver.

Of course, this conclusion wasn't based on random guessing, but on Tang Zhendong's on-site feng shui observation and analysis.

"Brother Li, can you quit drinking?"

Old Li's face was resolute, "I can quit! I still want to see my son again. If I die now, I won't see my son, and who will keep my wife company!"

Old Li's expression, though honest, made Wang Cuifeng's eyes well up with tears.

"Good, the part of the treatment that depends on you is this. Also, the TV in the room must be removed; otherwise, the effect won't be good. Remember."

Tang Zhendong's words made Old Li and Wang Cuifeng nod repeatedly. He wasn't doing it for the money; otherwise, he wouldn't have refunded most of it. Scammers wouldn't do that; they would only make you pay more.

"Alright, that's it. As long as you do these two things, I believe Brother Li's condition will improve within a month. Brother, Sister, we'll take our leave!"

Tang Zhendong and Old Ye stood up together.

"Master, stay a bit longer?" Wang Cuifeng said, trying to retain them.

Tang Zhendong looked at the clock on the table, "It's not early. We'll go. If there's anything, come find us at the train station. Goodbye."

Tang Zhendong handed the one thousand yuan to Old Ye, who refused to take it. He had originally planned to return the money, but since Tang Zhendong took on the job, the money should rightfully be his.

"Xiao Tang, this is your work. Why are you giving me the money? Besides, I was planning to give the money back to Big Sister."

"Oh, I was planning to give all the money to her, but I was afraid that if I gave it all back, she might not take it and ignore my advice, which would be bad for Brother Li's illness."

Tang Zhendong had good intentions. He wasn't afraid of returning the money but was worried that it wouldn't help the treatment.

"Xiao Tang, I feel you are very proficient in feng shui and physiognomy. I misjudged you this year," Old Ye paused and looked at Tang Zhendong seriously.

"Old Ye, are you not thinking clearly today? I only know some basic medical knowledge, not feng shui," Tang Zhendong waved his hands.

Tang Zhendong's denial made Old Ye uncertain. To say that Tang Zhendong saw it through feng shui was a bit of a stretch. He did use medicine to treat the illness. It was confusing, very confusing!

"Xiao Tang, come to my place for a drink? We can discuss feng shui and physiognomy together?" Old Ye shook his head, pushing these thoughts out of his mind, and invited Tang Zhendong to his home.

"Next time. I have a friend I haven't seen in years tonight. I'll check on your wife's condition tomorrow night and try my daughter's cooking, ha ha."

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