C125 Critical condition (2/2)
”Dad, didn't you say Fang Yang could cure Tong Tong's disease? He's here now, why don't you tell me!” Shen Xin was extremely excited. He had wanted to call for a doctor, but was stopped by Shen Furong, who was the only one who could save Shen Tong with the gigantic Longjiang Province.
Fang Yang glanced at Shen Furong, thinking that he definitely knew something. However, there was no time to ask him about it. He would first look at Shen Tong's situation.
The Golden Eye's angle of vision opened, and the line of death and baleful qi instantly pounced towards Fang Yang, like two crocodiles opening their bloody maw.
”Holy sh * t!” ”It's that serious!” Fang Yang was shocked and took a step back. However, he then extended his hand and made a slashing motion in the air. The spirit energy in his dantian immediately turned into two large nets, directly locking the two crocodiles' mouths.
Looking at Shen Tong's luck line at this time, it could only be described as a pitiful child. The lifeline was completely covered by the lifeline, and there were only scattered traces of red light.
The situation was not optimistic, the two crocodiles were too strong, they had practically devoured all of Shen Tong's vitality. According to the current situation, in less than a week, Shen Tong would definitely die.
Fang Yang's face turned ugly, this was going to be difficult! He kept the Golden Eye and looked towards Shen Furong with an inquiring expression.
”Fang Yang, how is it? Is there still hope for my sister? ”Pei pei pei, the Tong Tong Tong must be fine!” Shen Xin grabbed Fang Yang's arm with excitement on his face.
Fang Yang pulled Shen Xin's hand down and comforted him: ”Don't be anxious, let me think.”
”Master, Young Master, why don't we go to the hospital?” The relationship between the servants and Shen Tong was very good. Several of them had tears on their faces, and their hearts were in a mess.
Shen Furong waved his hand, ordering the servants to leave, leaving the two of them and Fang Yang alone in the room.
”Dad, it'll be too late if we don't go to the hospital now.” Shen Xin was still very worried. The most important thing was that he did not know what his father was up to.
It was true that Fang Yang understood Feng Shui, but he did not know how to treat illnesses. He thought to himself, At this critical juncture, do we still have to reject science and believe in superstition?
”I really can't go to the hospital to resolve this matter. Boss Shen, Shen Tong must have been cursed by someone, did you offend someone when you were young? ” Fang Yang spread out his hands, waiting for Shen Furong.
The feng shui phase technique was similar to a doctor's technique. One had to be able to see and hear everything. To put it bluntly, one needed to know the basics in order to be able to sense the situation more quickly and accurately.
Shen Furong laughed bitterly: ”That's right, we offended a Feng Shui Master like you. ”Son, go to my study and bring me the piece of grey cloth that was used to cover the foot of the table.”
Fifteen years ago, Shen Furong took care of a beggar and obtained a grey cloth with a dragon pattern on it. The beggar told him to leave the cloth at home so that he could reclaim his wealth. However, if anyone came looking for him, he must give it to that person. Otherwise, he would be cursed, and someone in his family would not live past the age of 20.
”That person came and you didn't return him?” Fang Yang laughed bitterly, he was greedy in his heart, he would rather die than do anything.
Shen Furong let out a long sigh and continued, ”He's here, wearing a set of hemp clothes. I just chased him away. He walked around my house for three days and then left a pile of yellow paper. It was only later that I found out that that person was Three Vein Clan, the Mai Yi Faction's master, who had been cursing Shen Tong for the past three days. By the time I found out, it was too late. ”
Fang Yang and Shen Xin only knew each other when they saw the story, he never thought that there would be such a story.
”I originally thought that Tong Tong was dead for sure, but that old beggar wandered back ten years ago. He said that he was a Daoist from Qingcheng Mountain and took thirty percent of my wealth to give me a divination.” After saying that, Shen Furong looked at Fang Yang.
Fang Yang was startled, he could not believe it: ”Did the old Taoist calculate me out?”