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

Master Yan, dressed in a gray Taoist robe and accompanied by his young apprentice, appeared unhurriedly in the hospital corridor.

Seeing the crowd gathered at the entrance of the ward from afar, he gradually slowed his pace.

Is this the place?

"That's exactly what they said on the phone, there's no mistake." The assistant glanced at his phone; he had made a note specifically to prevent himself from forgetting.

"They're here."

The elderly woman who was hospitalized and just watching the show exclaimed in surprise when she saw Master Yan dressed in a long robe. Everyone else in the ward turned around to look.

"Master Yan, you've finally arrived."

When Meng Qinghe saw Master Yan appear at the door, he was even closer to him than to his own mother, and he grabbed Master Yan's arm and wouldn't let go.

"Master Yan, please save me!"

No problem with how much money you want.

"What's going on?"

Master Yan looked bewildered, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the crowd, trying his best to maintain his mystique.

He straightened his back, chin slightly raised: "President Meng, what happened?"

"He, it's all him."

Meng Qinghe pointed to the calm and collected Xu Yuan: "He said only you can save me."

Master Yan was a little confused by Meng Qinghe's incoherent words. What was going on?

He said, "My misfortune today is all because you changed the feng shui of my family's ancestral graves."

This is God's punishment for me.

"Nonsense!" Master Yan rebuked sternly. "The feng shui arrangement of President Meng's house was carefully arranged by me. It will only bring prosperity to the family, how could it bring disaster?"

He stared intently at Xu Yuan, who looked like a child, and couldn't help but find him ridiculous.

"Mr. Meng, you really believe what a child says?"

"I don't believe it, but look at me."

I almost died.

Master Yan noticed the bandages on Meng Qinghe's body and frowned inwardly: "What happened?"

"It's not just me, it's my wife too, look."

Meng Qinghe showed Master Yan his wife, who was still unconscious and lying on the hospital bed.

"After I received your call that day, something happened at my house early the next morning."

I was in a car accident and almost didn't make it back to life.

A fire broke out in our house, and my wife was burned.

Only his son, who lives far away abroad, is safe and sound.

What do you mean by this?

"Impossible, impossible!"

Master Yan rolled his eyes with a serious expression, his fingers secretly calculating inside his sleeve.

"The feng shui arrangement I've set up for the burial site will absolutely not have any problems, unless...?"

"Unless what?" Meng Qinghe pressed.

Even a slight deviation in feng shui can lead to drastically different results; a good feng shui arrangement can turn into a major misfortune.

Master Yan didn't say it directly, but he had his own guesses.

"You just said you have a son?"

"You are destined to have no children, so where will a son come from?"

"You didn't tell me the truth; there must have been some errors in the feng shui arrangement."

He unceremoniously shifted the blame back to Meng Qinghe, a tactic he frequently employed.

I'm just a half-baked amateur; my greatest skill is being able to fool people.

If the scheme he devised works, it's his achievement.

If something doesn't work, or even if something unexpected happens like what happened to Meng Qinghe, it's because the master didn't tell him the truth, or the other party wasn't sincere, rendering the plan useless.

"How could this happen?"

Meng Qinghe swayed as he steadied himself against the hospital bed.

He had previously promised that he was destined to be childless, but he cursed it as utter nonsense.

Even Master Yan, whom I trust the most, says that I am destined to have no children. So how did I come to have a son?

Meng Qinghe turned his head angrily to look at his wife on the hospital bed. Without caring about anything else, he raised his hand and slapped his wife's face twice.

"Wake up, you bastard! Wake up now!"

"You bitch, what have you been doing behind my back?"

"I raised someone else's son for over twenty years and even sent him abroad."

No wonder he doesn't look like me. Stop pretending to be dead, wake up!

He turned to the nurses and doctors who had just finished eating and said, "You guys wake her up quickly, no matter what it takes, I'll pay you."

Hua Yicheng glanced at the old doctor beside him, who was standing motionless.

There's always something juicy to eat at the hospital, but today I ate an especially big meal.

"He was actually right?"

The employees of General Manager Meng looked at Xu Yuan with curiosity.

Previously, they thought making wishes was just nonsense, but now that Master Yan has given them proof, it seems to be true.

"Sir, please calm down," the nurse gently reminded Meng Qinghe. "Take care of your health and don't get too agitated."

After being reminded, Meng Qinghe calmed down a bit and realized that the issue at hand wasn't whether the child was his biological son or not; the key issue was his own illness.

Now that I'm better, I'll have plenty of time to settle accounts with my wife.

He turned to look at Master Yan again: "Master Yan, only you can save me now."

"Mr. Meng, please calm down. Treating illnesses is a doctor's job. I don't know anything about medicine."

Meng Qinghe looked at Xu Yuan: "Didn't you say he could save me?"

All eyes turned to Xu Yuan, who had one hand behind her back and a faint smile on her lips.

"Who are you?" Master Yan stared at Xu Yuan, feeling that he looked familiar as if he had seen him somewhere before.

"Is it you?"

The assistant suddenly remembered something: "Master, isn't he the one we saw at the cemetery before?"

Master Yan suddenly realized, his gaze sharpening slightly: "Was it you who did this?"

"Don't wrong an innocent person."

Xu Yuan's face practically screamed "innocent."

"I'm introducing you to some business opportunities."

"No need to thank me. Just have a conscience and give me some commission later."

"Don't worry about that, we know the rules." The quick-witted assistant had an expression that said, "I know everything."

Noticing her master's stern gaze, the assistant realized she had said the wrong thing and quickly shut up.

"sensible."

Xu Yuan gave his assistant a thumbs up and then turned to look at Master Yan.

"Aren't you a master?"

Didn't you realize that President Meng had set up a trap?

If this impasse can be broken, his family can survive.

Master Yan took out a compass from his pocket and walked around the room in a very professional manner.

Hua Yicheng and the others followed his footsteps with curious eyes.

In a place like a hospital, engaging in feudal superstition is not allowed, but if someone insists on doing it, they can't just arrest them, can they?

Sometimes, when science can't solve a problem, we can only turn to metaphysics.

"As expected." Master Yan looked at the compass, a little sweat beading on his forehead, his expression serious. "Someone has indeed set a trap for President Meng."

When the situation breaks down, family members can live.

If the situation cannot be broken, not only will Meng Qinghe's family perish, but the person who breaks the deadlock will also suffer a backlash.

"Master Yan, save me!" Meng Qinghe pleaded, his eyes more alluring than when he looked at his lover.

"President Meng, I'm powerless to help." Master Yan dared not easily accept the challenge.

If things go wrong, you could lose your life.

"Aren't you a master? You're omnipotent, you must save me!"

"I'll give you as much money as you want."

"This isn't about money."

"To stand by and watch someone die is not the style of a master."

Xu Yuan spoke softly, "When you graduated, didn't you tell me that this was a way to help others, not to harm them?"

"What? You only know how to harm people, not help them?"

"Yes, Master, that's how you taught me before," the younger apprentice chimed in at the opportune moment.

Master Yan stood there, his eyes filled with hatred, wishing he could kill Xu Yuan and his foul-mouthed little apprentice.

"I think it's a lie."

Hua Yicheng smiled and said, "We still need to believe in science."

The onlookers nodded in agreement: "Don't trust street scammers."

Master Yan was caught in a dilemma; he tried to walk away, but Meng Qinghe grabbed both his legs.

His expression darkened further when he saw someone recording a video on their phone.

Once the video was uploaded online, he solidified his reputation as a fraudster. People who had contacted him before would likely come after him, and they would all be in the same boat.

Master Yan weighed the pros and cons, then coldly met Xu Yuan's wicked gaze.

"I'm broken."

Either way, he'd die. If he succeeded, his fame would be even greater. He'd take the gamble.

Xu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. She was really afraid that he wouldn't agree, otherwise all the good intentions she had put into this plan would have been wasted.