With a loud "bang," Guo Shaocong's head was smashed and bleeding.
It turned out that the chandelier from the ceiling had suddenly fallen, hitting Guo Shaocong directly on the head.
Fortunately, the chandelier wasn't too big, or Guo Shaocong might have been killed rather than just injured.
Guo Shaocong, clutching his head, knelt on the ground, crying out in pain, "Ah…"
"Shaocong, what happened?" Zhang Lili asked anxiously.
"Can't you see? I got hit!" Guo Shaocong yelled angrily.
In front of so many people, being scolded like this made Zhang Lili feel extremely wronged, tears welling up in her eyes.
Seeing this, Ye Qiu sneered, "Deserved it!"
"What did you say!" Zhang Lili glared at Ye Qiu, pointing at him and shouting, "Did you do this?"
"Which eye of yours saw that it was me?"
"If not you, then how did the chandelier fall?"
"There's an old saying: Heaven punishes those who wrong others. Guo Shaocong's getting what he deserves is just Heaven's retribution."
"Heaven, my foot! Stop pretending to be divine here." Guo Shaocong shouted at Zhang Lili, "Why aren't you helping me up?"
"Okay." Zhang Lili hurriedly went to help Guo Shaocong.
At that moment, a nurse who was getting medicine slipped and stumbled forward, causing the two bottles of alcohol she was holding to fly out.
Bang—
The bottles of alcohol collided with Guo Shaocong's head.
Crash—
The bottles shattered, and the alcohol spilled all over Guo Shaocong's head.
With the alcohol entering his wound, the pain was excruciating.
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts…" Guo Shaocong rolled on the ground, clutching his head.
Zhang Lili was panicked and scolded the nurse, "What are you doing? Can't you watch where you're going?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"
"If anything happens to Shaocong, I won't let this go with you." Zhang Lili shouted at the nurse and then waved at the two nurses at the reception desk, "Come over and help!"
Two nurses quickly ran over.
"Lili, what do you need us to do?" one nurse asked.
"What do you mean what? Can't you see Shaocong is injured? Quickly, help me take him to get his wound treated."
The two nurses were a bit displeased but didn't dare to defy Zhang Lili's orders, as doctors were always above nurses in the hospital.
Zhang Lili and the two reception nurses hurriedly helped Guo Shaocong into the elevator.
However, another unfortunate incident happened.
Guo Shaocong was caught in the elevator door!
Normally, it shouldn't have happened since the two nurses were supposed to help him, but as they entered the elevator, they let go of Guo Shaocong. One of the nurses said to Zhang Lili, "Lili, we have work to do and can't leave the post. We won't go up with Dr. Guo."
"Get lost!"
As soon as the two nurses turned away, Guo Shaocong was trapped in the elevator door.
"Ah, it hurts… it hurts…"
The commotion attracted many people, including security guards who rushed over to pry open the elevator door and rescue Guo Shaocong, but suddenly—
The power went out!
What a coincidence.
Guo Shaocong was desperate, feeling like Heaven was determined to make him suffer today. He couldn't help but wonder if there was truly divine retribution.
Little did he know, all this was just a small trick by Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu had secretly drawn a misfortune talisman according to the methods described in the book "Mount Mao Talisman Compendium."
To his surprise, it worked quite well.
"Feels great!"
Ye Qiu left the hospital with his frustrations cleared.
Mirror Lake was on Ye Qiu's way home.
Every evening, the lakeside was bustling with activity: dancing grandmas, chess-playing old men, playful children, and fishing enthusiasts…
Ye Qiu was walking along the lakeside when he suddenly heard a scream:
"Someone fell into the lake!"
Ye Qiu immediately turned around and saw a five or six-year-old boy struggling in the lake, in a critical situation.
The nearby elderly were frantic.
"Whose child is this, where are the parents?"
"Quick, call 120!"
"There's no time, the child will die!"
"…"
In the face of such an urgent situation, Ye Qiu jumped into the lake without thinking.
He moved swiftly, like a flying fish, and reached the boy quickly, pulling him into his arms and swimming towards the shore.
Only after Ye Qiu brought the boy to the shore did the crowd gather around.
The boy had swallowed a lot of water and was unconscious, his face pale and lips slightly blue, looking as if he was on the verge of death.
"This child is in critical condition; we must get him to the hospital immediately for treatment," someone said.
Ye Qiu didn't speak but helped the boy up and slapped his back twice. The boy started to cough up water.
After about half a minute, the boy opened his eyes.
"He's awake!"
Seeing the boy saved, the onlookers sighed in relief.
"Thank you, uncle," the boy said weakly to Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu smiled and asked, "Where are your family?"
"Grandpa and Uncle Zhao are nowhere to be found." As soon as the boy finished speaking, an old man and a middle-aged man ran over.
"Xiao Hu, are you alright?" The old man hugged the boy, asking anxiously.
"I'm fine, Grandpa. I accidentally fell into the lake, and this uncle saved me," the boy pointed to Ye Qiu.
The old man quickly thanked Ye Qiu, "Young man, thank you very much."
"Don't mention it; it was just a small thing."
Only then did Ye Qiu take a closer look at the old man.
The old man was dressed in a traditional Tang suit, his hair neatly combed, and he wore a jade ring on his left thumb, exuding a dignified presence.
The middle-aged man beside the old man had a stern face and fierce eyes, not looking like an ordinary person.
"Young man, what's your name?" the old man asked kindly.
"Ye Qiu," Ye Qiu answered.
"It seems you must be working?"
"Why, are you investigating me?" Ye Qiu joked, "It's getting late, I should head back. Goodbye."
As he turned to leave, the old man called out, "Please wait."
He took out a bank card and handed it to Ye Qiu.
"What do you mean?" Ye Qiu frowned.
The old man smiled, "Young man, thank you for saving my grandson. There's 500,000 in this card. I hope it's not too little, and that you will accept it."
Ye Qiu was somewhat surprised; the old man's offer of 500,000 indicated his considerable wealth, but he wasn't moved.
"I don't save people for money," Ye Qiu said, taking a step forward.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man sneered inwardly, thinking Ye Qiu was just pretending.
However, Ye Qiu didn't reach for the card but instead stared intently at the old man's face for half a minute before asking, "Are you ill?"
"I'm not sick! I had a check-up a few days ago and am in good health," the old man smiled.
"That's strange," Ye Qiu frowned.
"What's strange?" the old man asked.
"I sense that you're ill, and it seems quite serious, but I can't pinpoint it exactly," Ye Qiu apologized, "Perhaps I'm mistaken; I hope you don't mind."
"I don't mind," the old man smiled.
"Well then, I'll leave now. Goodbye." Ye Qiu waved and quickly left.
As soon as Ye Qiu departed, the old man's demeanor completely changed.
If he seemed like an ordinary neighbor before, now he resembled a formidable figure with supreme authority, his face full of sternness.
"Over the years, I've visited many renowned doctors, none of whom could detect my serious illness. But this young man saw it right away. Could it be that Heaven has opened its eyes and intends to give me a few more years to live?" The old man ordered, "Zhao Yun!"
"Zhao Yun here," the middle-aged man responded respectfully.
"Immediately investigate Ye Qiu. I want to know everything about him."
"Yes!"