I stormed down the mountain, took down all the big shots in the city, and the female CEO dragged me

"Let him treat you."

Zhao Jian'an stood in the private room, pointing at Xu Yuan: "If you can't cure President Wang's leg, I'll break your leg and make you crawl out of the Forbidden City on your knees."

"I want everyone to know that not just anyone can come to my Pucheng and act like a big shot."

With one hand behind her back, Xu Yuan's gaze swept over everyone present with an indifferent expression.

"I can treat you, no problem."

"You really dare to do that?" Huang Yiyi feigned concern as she leaned closer to Xu Yuan and whispered a word of advice.

"Forget it, just admit defeat and let's go."

They're capable of anything.

Xu Yuan glanced at her sideways, too lazy to pay her any attention, while Huang Yiyi's face flushed red with anger.

He continued speaking into the private room, "I see that the people you big shots have brought are all experts."

Xu Yuan noticed this as soon as he entered: both Zhao Jian'an and the bearded man were accompanied by guards, who were clearly experts.

There were also several elderly men with graying temples, and they exuded a faint herbal scent, which made it clear that they had been dealing with herbs for many years.

"I'm just looking at it myself, it doesn't mean anything?"

Why don't you all come out and give Mr. Wang a consultation as well?

Xu Yuan gestured for him to proceed: "If you figure it out, or if you heal Mr. Wang's legs, there's nothing I can do with you. You can do whatever you want with him, how about that?"

"Alright, let's compare with this little rascal."

Zhao Jian'an shouted and turned his gaze to the old men beside him. Although they were not as strong as Tian Le, they were still quite famous.

Zhao Jian'an didn't mind. His titles alone were enough to crush these old men who made wishes. Why would he be afraid of them?

Wang Han looked up at Shi Tianle with an embarrassed expression.

He had consulted countless renowned doctors throughout Pucheng about his legs, and tried numerous secret techniques and folk remedies from various masters of mystic arts, but none of them had any effect.

This includes the so-called experts and masters in the private room.

Even after several visits, Shi Tianle wasn't entirely confident he could cure his legs. The cause of the illness hadn't been found yet; medication was simply being used to control the progression of the disease.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Zhao Jian'an's gaze swept across the faces of all the renowned doctors, and they all cowered in fear.

"Mr. Zhao, to be frank, we've all seen Mr. Wang's legs."

The old man who was speaking shook his head bitterly.

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Jian'an understood his meaning and was at a loss for what to do.

There was no need for a competition; they had already been defeated.

"Did you hear me?"

Zhao Jian'an relentlessly directed his criticism at Xu Yuan: "They can't cure him either, I don't believe you can."

"If you can cure me, I'll kneel down and kowtow to you, calling you grandpa."

"good…"

Xu Yuan suddenly spoke up, pointing at Zhao Jian'an: "You said it yourself, everyone heard it."

"If I have a way to cure Mr. Wang, you will kneel down and kowtow to me, calling me 'Master'."

Although I find it disgusting and shameful to have a grandson like you.

But since you've already said it, it would be embarrassing for you if I didn't accept it, so I'll give you that face.

Zhao Jian'an raised his hand and slapped his own mouth, cursing himself for his foul mouth.

That being said, he simply didn't believe that a wish could cure an illness that even Mr. Shi couldn't.

"Okay, I agree."

"Brother Xu, is this alright? How about we just call it a day?"

Chen Xiaofang held onto Xu Yuan's sleeve, her face full of worry.

Wang Ba remained calm as he observed his surroundings. If Zhao Jian'an were to break Xu Yuan's legs, he would rush out with Xu Yuan.

Xu Yuan smiled calmly and turned her gaze back to Wang Han, while Shi Tianle looked at him with great interest.

He didn't know if Xu Yuan truly had a solution or if he was just acting out of spite.

After all, they are young people, and it's common for them to act impulsively out of spite.

If Wang Han's legs could be cured, why wait until now?

Deep down, he felt that the male protagonist was more likely exaggerating, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

It's good for young people to have tempers, but being too arrogant is not a good thing.

With one hand behind his back, Xu Yuan calmly circled Wang Han, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and returned to face him. At the same time, he stretched out both hands and placed his fingertips on Wang Han's wrist to feel his pulse.

Wang Han calmly looked at the young man in front of him. He seemed quite serious as the young man took the pulse, not like he was joking.

The rose-wearing girl behind him, with her eyes lowered, secretly watched the earnestly making a wish, her heart pounding wildly for no apparent reason.

For some reason, the moment she saw the boy in front of her, she felt something enter her heart, a feeling that was both painful and expectant, an indescribable sensation.

Putting down her hand from taking his pulse, under the complex gazes of the crowd, Xu Yuan spoke softly, "Your legs, they're both an illness and not an illness."

"Tch, what kind of nonsense is that?" came the grumbling from behind Zhao Jian'an and the others.

Xu Yuan continued stating his conclusion as if he hadn't heard her.

"This is God's punishment for your forced alteration of your destiny."

Medication won't help.

Xu Yuan put his hand back behind his back and then recounted Wang Han's life story: "You lost your mother at the age of eight, your father at the age of ten, and you started learning to be a chef at the age of twelve."

You began venturing out into the world alone at eighteen; you are not destined to have children.

As he spoke, he looked up at Rose, and Wang Han's mouth gaped open in surprise: "You're absolutely right."

"Rose isn't my daughter either; I adopted her."

"When I first entered society, I was struggling to make ends meet. Then I met a wise man who told me that if I adopted a woman, he could guarantee me a smooth and successful future."

Just as he said, I adopted Rose, and that's how I came to have the Purple Palace I have today.

Xu Yuan nodded and continued, "The problem lies in the Purple Gold Palace."

"I'll say it again, your destiny is not suited to bear such great wealth, and you've even set up a feng shui arrangement with a dragon lying on its bed here. You simply don't have the fate for it, so you will inevitably suffer a backlash."

"If this continues, in another six months, not only will you lose your legs, but you'll also lose your life."

Wang Han's expression changed drastically, and he stared nervously at Xu Yuan: "Sir, do you have a way to resolve this? Please enlighten me."

"He was right after all?"

The bearded man and his companion, who had been listening intently, changed their gaze towards Xu Yuan.

They're making such a logical and convincing point, it sounds like it's really true!

Huang Yiyi also became serious, staring at Xu Yuan's back, questioning whether she had made a mistake in doing so.

"Ha ha…"

Zhao Jian'an burst into laughter: "You guys actually believe what this little rascal said? You can just look up President Wang's life story online."

He came prepared.

Upon hearing this, the bearded man and the others nodded in agreement, agreeing with Zhao Jian'an's point.

In the end, he's still a fraud.

Xu Yuan remained silent and ignored them.

Explaining something to someone who doesn't understand is like casting pearls before swine; you'll only end up getting angry yourself.

After Xu Yuan told him everything, Tokita Raku's expression turned serious, because he knew that what Xu Yuan said was true.

According to his calculations, Wang Han indeed only had six months to live.

Wang Han's appearance was also a coincidence. Xu Yuan didn't know him at all before, let alone find out about his life story in advance. It can only be said that Xu Yuan really has something.

Wang Han was not influenced by Zhao Jian'an; his survival instinct made him dare not give up any hope.

"Please, sir, save me."

Upon recognizing the dragon-sleeping feng shui formation here, Wang Han knew that the wish before him was definitely not simple.

Looking across the entire land of China, at most only one person could discern the feng shui of this place.