Ye Tian: "How much do you know about Wang Huchen?"
Zhang Siwei: "I asked a friend to inquire. I heard this Wang Huchen is some kind of Martial King, very powerful anyway. And the people he associates with are either billionaires or high-ranking officials. In short, he's not someone like me, a nobody, can compare with."
Ye Tian: "Martial King? Then you can wait for death."
Zhang Siwei was on the verge of tears: "You really can't help me?"
Ye Tian: "To offend a Martial King for a mere hundred million, it's not worth my while. Moreover, your son was in the wrong first, and they have a reason to kill you."
Zhang Siwei fell to his knees with a thud, weeping profusely: "I'm not afraid of death! But I still have a five-year-old daughter. She is frail and often ill. If I die, who will take care of her? Please, be merciful and help me!"
He was about to kowtow when suddenly, as if riding the wind and clouds, he stood up again.
Ye Tian pondered for a moment, then reached out his right hand into the air. A stone from the ground was sucked into his palm. He gripped it gently, and dust and dirt flew off the surface of the stone, revealing a clear fingerprint!
He tossed the stone to Zhang Siwei and said lightly, "Take five hundred million, plus this stone, to see Wang Huchen today. There's a sixty percent chance he'll accept the money and spare you. There's another ten percent chance he'll spare you even if he doesn't take the money. As for the remaining thirty percent, he'll kill you and keep the money."
Zhang Siwei trembled all over: "A thirty percent chance of death?"
Ye Tian: "Go and try your luck. This is all I can do to help you." With that, he turned and left.
Zhang Siwei was stunned for a moment, then quickly chased after him: "Sir, can I have your phone number?"
Ye Tian thought for a moment, then threw him a business card: "If Wang Huchen asks for my number, give him this card."
Returning to his grandmother's grave, Ye Shaodong asked, "Xiao Tian, what happened?"
Ye Tian: "A wretch. I helped him out."
Ye Shaodong grunted, "It's good that nothing happened. I was just thinking, should we move our parents' graves?"
Ye Tian's heart stirred: "Now that big brother mentions it, I think it's very necessary."
When their parents and eldest sister-in-law had the accident, Ye Tian's parents were buried hastily in a small grove at the east end of the village, without even a decent tombstone.
Ye Tian was young then and didn't understand these things. Now he realized that his parents and eldest sister-in-law should be properly interred.
Ye Shaodong: "Then I'll find someone to look for a place with good Feng Shui."
"I'll do it," Ye Tian said. "I know a master of Dragon Vein and Acupuncture Point identification. He's a contemporary geomancer. Having him involved is better than anyone else."
Ye Shaodong nodded, "Alright then."
The two brothers left the cemetery and drove home.
Seeing that there was still time in the afternoon, Ye Tian ate something casually and then went to work at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
Since he had been away for a few days, Xu Ruofei had been substituting for him, and a lot of difficult cases had accumulated. He only managed to solve a little more than half of them in the afternoon.
By the time of closing, it was already seven o'clock in the evening. The dean hadn't left and was with Xu Wen.
"Old Xu, why are you here?" Ye Tian asked with a smile.
Xu Wen: "I can't sit idle. And I have something to discuss with you."
Ye Tian: "Oh, what is it?"
Xu Wen: "I've talked with Old Yan a few times and we've decided to expand the TCM clinic. My master and I will take turns seeing patients. If there are cases that cannot be treated, we'll keep them for you to handle."
Ye Tian: "So, Old Zhou is coming out of retirement?"
Xu Wen smiled, "When I told him about you seeing patients at the hospital that day, he was very impressed, saying that you, my brother, are a true physician. So my master has decided to see patients here every Tuesday and Saturday. I will see patients on Mondays and Wednesdays, and let Ruofei take over on Fridays and Sundays. You can come when you have time, brother, and if you don't, we'll be here."
Ye Tian smiled, "Old Zhou's medical skills are superb. With him here, that would be best, and I won't have to worry about this place all the time."
Yan Lizhi chuckled, "I'm the happiest about this. How about this, I'll treat everyone tonight, and we'll go out for a meal."
Xu Wen: "Then I'll have to find an expensive restaurant!"
As Ye Tian and the other two were having dinner, far away in a manor in Jiangbei, Zhang Siwei was nervously led into a living room where more than a dozen people were standing.
One of the men, in his forties, was not tall, only about 1.65 meters. He was thin but had a commanding presence. He sat on a tiger-skin chair, his eyes flashing like lightning, casting a cold gaze upon Zhang Siwei.