Soon, the hospital room was left with only Yin Tian and Mrs. Wang, as well as Uncle Wang lying on the hospital bed.
Mrs. Wang suddenly thought of something, raised her head, and looked at Yin Tian, "Yin Tian, something just occurred to me."
Yin Tian looked at Mrs. Wang, puzzled, not knowing what she wanted to say.
"It's been quite a while now, your master came down from the mountain, found us, and gave me a letter."
Mrs. Wang spoke softly, "He said that one day in the future, your Uncle Wang would face a disaster. If he could get through it, he would then live the rest of his life with smooth sailing and without suffering; but if he couldn't, there would be only one outcome—death."
"But your master didn't specify what the disaster was, nor did he tell us how to overcome it. He only said that when the disaster was imminent, we should come to the provincial city, and he also instructed me to give you this letter if we met you here."
"A letter?"
