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

Master Yan dismissed everyone in the ward, leaving only Meng Qinghe and his wife and their assistant.

He stared down at the compass in his hand, his heart pounding like a drum.

"President Meng, do you know who orchestrated this scheme?"

Meng Qinghe shook his head: "Apart from the master, I don't know any other masters."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something, looked towards the door, and saw Xu Yuan standing there with a look of anticipation.

"It's him, it must be him."

Meng Qinghe suddenly pointed at Xu Yuan: "He tapped me twice, and my body, which couldn't move, was able to stand up."

"He also said that the feng shui arrangement you set up at the ancestral grave is absorbing the energy of the Xu family."

Master Yan looked in the direction Meng Qinghe pointed and his gaze fell on Xu Yuan.

"It couldn't be him."

He's been there; someone Xu Yuan is that age still hasn't even scratched the surface.

The person who could set up this scheme is no ordinary person; it is definitely not a child.

"Perhaps it's someone behind him."

"President Meng shouldn't have let him treat you."

If he is treated, President Meng will at most stay in bed for a while longer. When the time is right, I can find a way to change the plan.

You sought medical treatment, and he took the opportunity to set this trap for you; his intentions were malicious.

Did President Meng offend him?

"He...he is the son of the Xu family." Meng Qinghe felt guilty.

Master Yan immediately understood upon hearing this: "He's here to get revenge on you."

"Very well, today I will fight against the person behind him."

"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master." Meng Qinghe was moved to tears, and kept bowing to Master Yan with his hands clasped together.

"If this situation can be broken, I will agree to any conditions Master Yan may have."

Master Yan squinted and remained silent. Normally, he would have exaggerated the situation to make it easier for him to raise the price.

The current situation is very different; it could very well mean annihilation.

"Go back and lie down."

Master Yan gestured for Meng Qinghe to lie down on the bed, then squinted his eyes slightly and began his operation while muttering incantations.

Xu Yuan leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, all that was missing was a handful of sunflower seeds.

"Mr. Xu, what is he doing?"

Hua Yicheng craned his neck, his face full of curiosity.

They said they came to treat his illness, and Meng Qinghe was able to stand up again, so why did this strange and mysterious "master of practices" come instead?

He really couldn't understand it.

Xu Yuan smiled and asked, "Don't your Western medicines have any side effects?"

"Some medications naturally have side effects."

"The same principle applies here. I treated his illness, and he was able to stand up, which means he is already cured."

The interplay of Yin and Yang constitutes the Dao; once the illness is cured, a price must naturally be paid.

The feng shui arrangement around him was the price he paid.

Hua Yicheng thought for a moment and gradually understood. He glanced cautiously at Xu Yuan's calm expression.

He finally understood: Xu Yuan had deliberately left some kind of feng shui arrangement on Meng Qinghe while treating him, so that Master Yan would break it.

Everyone felt that he had repaid evil with kindness and saved Meng Qinghe's life, so they praised him and recognized his reputation as a miracle doctor.

Little did they know that the feng shui arrangement left behind could both heal Meng Qinghe and take his life.

Hua Yicheng took a step back, wanting to get further away from Xu Yuan.

Fortunately, I hadn't offended him too deeply, otherwise I wouldn't even know how I died, and I might have even thanked him before I died.

Inside the ward, Master Yan held a compass, his hands trembling violently. His clothes were soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his skin. His muttering grew louder and louder, while Meng Qinghe, lying on the bed, was in increasing pain.

Meng Qinghe's wife, who was in a deep sleep, suddenly opened her eyes as if summoned by something.

"Where am I?"

"Master."

Seeing Master Du Yan's ashen face and terrifying expression, the young apprentice called out in concern.

"Shut up."

bang...

Meng Qinghe, lying on the hospital bed, was suddenly enveloped by a barrage of disdainful stares. He let out a soft groan and then fell silent.

puff……

Master Yan loosened his grip, and the compass fell to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed on the compass.

cough cough cough

He coughed violently twice, then his legs gave way and he fell to the ground.

"Master!" The young apprentice stepped forward and grabbed Master Yan's arm. "Master, what's wrong?"

"It's over, it's all over."

"Master, what did you say? It's over." The little apprentice asked anxiously.

With his last breath, Master Yan held his young apprentice's hand and said, "Never harbor any ill intentions towards others."

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, black blood and white smoke, Master Yan's head tilted to the side, his head resting on the compass, completely losing its life force.

"doctor."

The doctors at the door were stunned by what they saw in the ward, their worldviews completely shattered.

Nothing had happened, yet the self-proclaimed master coughed up blood and collapsed.

The apprentice called out three times before Hua Yicheng, who was standing at the door, reacted and rushed into the ward.

Three or four experts surrounded him and examined him for a while, but Master Yan's heart had already stopped beating.

"How could this happen?"

Looking at the hospital bed again, the white mist that had enveloped Meng Qinghe and his wife dissipated, leaving only two skeletons.

"Oh My God."

Even the seasoned hospital experts who had witnessed countless life-and-death situations staggered back a step upon seeing this scene, pulling Hua Yicheng behind them as a shield.

"What's going on?"

"A person who was just jumping around a moment ago has turned into bones in less than ten minutes?"

"That's a ghost."

Mr. Meng's secretary glanced at it, then screamed and left.

The other onlookers, fearing they might attract something unclean, hurriedly ran away.

Hua Yicheng realized something and looked towards the door in horror. Xu Yuan, who had been leaning against the door frame, was nowhere to be seen.

"Dr. Hua, look, there's a piece of paper over there."

The nurse next to Hua Yicheng pointed to the hospital bed. Hua Yicheng mustered up his courage and leaned closer. A talisman appeared before his eyes, with runes he couldn't understand drawn on it.

He recognized the last line of small print: "Those who reap what they sow cannot escape punishment, and fate cannot be defied."

Xu Yuan walked out of the hospital and took a deep breath of air that didn't smell of disinfectant.

Just as he was about to hail a taxi back, a Porsche stopped in front of him, and the window rolled down to reveal Du Aili's face.

"Get in the car."

Xu Yuan opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

Du Aili glanced at him through the rearview mirror. The little guy really didn't understand anything. Sitting in the back seat, he really thought I was the driver.

She called Xu Nuo and learned that Xu Yuan was in the hospital and was already waiting outside.

"Did you come all this way to pick me up?"

Xu Yuan smiled, while Du Aili remained silent, started the car, and drove off.

Knowing full well, yet still insisting on saying it, how am I supposed to go back?

Hua Yicheng chased after Xu Yuan from the hospital and saw her get into Du Aili's car, so he slowly stopped.

He had never seen Du Aili personally pick up the boy before, so it seemed they were really dating.

"I've lost my chance; my youth is over."

Hua Yicheng watched the car drive away, his face full of dejection.

He would continue pursuing Du Aili. If it were anyone else, he would have no problem with it given his status as a genius young doctor, and he wouldn't think he was inferior to others.

Forget about making wishes.

Meng Qinghe never knew how he died.

"I want to live a few more years."

In the car, Xu Yuan leaned back in her seat, openly watching Du Aili, who was driving attentively.

"Did you need something?"