Because of the matter concerning the Longevity Charm, Father Lin specially rushed to the city from Huishan.
After thoroughly examining the Longevity Charms, Father Lin reached the same conclusion. These charms were not drawn by ordinary people, but by someone from the Xuanmen, the Daoist sect.
However, this person's skills were not particularly refined, as the Longevity Charms were drawn somewhat crudely, thus the longevity they could borrow was not much.
If their Lin family were to draw them…
Of course, this was not something that could be said aloud.
With Father Lin taking over this matter, Lin Yan no longer bothered with it, as Father Lin was far more proficient in talismans than she was.
Returning to school life, Lin Yan watched as the student who found the money stumbled in the morning, spilled water in the afternoon, and even had a ball fly directly at him while walking on the road, hitting him on the head.
Lin Yan had already given him a protective charm, yet he still encountered so many misfortunes. From this, it could be seen that this student's luck was indeed quite poor.
"Has Li Qiang been excessively unlucky these past few days?" Even Zeng Xuanming, who usually paid little attention to others, noticed his misfortune and asked Lin Yan sympathetically.
"Mmm, he has indeed been a bit unlucky."
"It seems to have started from the day he picked up that money, so could there be something wrong with the money?"
"Yes, but the problem has been resolved. It's just that he might still be unlucky for a few more days," Lin Yan said, feeling some pity for Li Qiang.
"Why is that?"
"It's a long story, but in the future, if you encounter anything on the road, it's best not to pick it up. Greed for small gains can lead to big losses," Lin Yan cautioned Zeng Xuanming.
However, he probably wouldn't be greedy for small gains, but she was just afraid he might be curious.
Ah, right, she remembered she still had some good jade pieces. She should carve protective amulets for their family later. Jade ones could be used more times and were more effective.
In a village, a woman walked along the road, holding her child with immense worry.
Her child had a high fever that wouldn't subside. She had already bought medicine from the village doctor and given it to him, but the fever remained.
Because the child's fever was so high, the village doctor dared not give him an IV drip and told her to take the child to the county hospital.
She could only hold her child like this to catch a ride at the village entrance. Her child was so young, and every illness felt like a knife twisting in her heart.
The child in her arms had a face flushed red with fever. She kissed her child's small face tenderly, then continued towards the village entrance.
There was a bus there that went directly to the county's People's Hospital. As long as the baby was sent there, she would be fine.
Finally getting on the bus, she held her child even tighter. Although the child was uncomfortable, she didn't cry or fuss, but instead leaned against her dependently. She pressed her small face against her clothes, her little hands tightly grasping them.
The bus stopped and started, started and stopped. People came and went. At some point, someone walked up to her.
"Is the child unwell?" he asked, his tone filled with concern for the child.
He wore clothes that only people from the city would wear, and his hands were fair and delicate, without any calluses.
Such a person should not be on such a crowded bus.
She hugged her daughter tighter. "She has a bit of a fever, so I'm taking her to the hospital."
After speaking, she turned her face towards the window, signaling that she didn't wish to converse further.
"I'm a doctor. Would you like me to take a look?" he asked earnestly.
But she felt that this person had ill intentions. "No need, it's just a common cold and fever."
As she said this, the girl, feeling hot, tugged at the thing hanging around her neck, and a jade pendant was pulled out.
"Mama, I feel uncomfortable."
Seeing the jade pendant being pulled out, she quickly tucked it back into the girl's clothes and began to coax her.
"Be good, you won't feel uncomfortable once we get to the hospital."
"This jade pendant?" The man looked at the pendant hanging around the little girl's neck with surprise. Although it was only visible for a moment, he was certain that it was a magical artifact.
So, had she already encountered some master? A child born with such excellent eight characters was definitely not simple, but it seemed someone had gotten there first.
When she heard him mention the jade pendant on her daughter's neck, she became vigilant. She knew that when they obtained this jade pendant, they were instructed never to take it off in front of a Celestial Master.
Ordinary people, even if they saw the jade pendant her daughter wore, wouldn't ask anything. He, with just one glance, paid such great attention to it, indicating he was certainly no ordinary person.
She absolutely could not let him discover anything unusual about her daughter. Just then, she saw that her destination was not far away.
"Driver, please stop up ahead." Without bothering to talk to him further, she quickly held her child and grabbed her bag, squeezing towards the door.
He was about to chase after her, but the crowded masses quickly returned to their original state. He couldn't bear to squeeze into the crowd, so he sat back in his seat.
It's fine. She had found the girl with the matching eight characters. Even though someone might have gotten there first, she was still with her family, and he would always find an opportunity to approach the child.
She carried her child herself, registered, saw the doctor, and then admitted the child to the hospital.
As one examination after another was conducted, she looked at her obedient daughter with heartache.
Unlike other children who cried incessantly, her daughter only shed a few tears even when getting shots and having blood drawn, which only made her heart ache more.
As the examination results slowly came out, the same results as last time gave her a sense of déjà vu.
Every item was normal, yet her temperature simply wouldn't come down.
Just like last time, everything was normal, but she kept crying incessantly.
She watched as the nurse tried to cool her daughter down physically, but it was only a temporary fix. She made a decision in her heart.
Asking the nurse to watch her daughter for a moment, she went to the hospital's front desk.
"Excuse me, may I borrow a phone?"
"Certainly." The nurse at the front desk brought the phone from below to the counter.
"Thank you!" After expressing her gratitude, she used the phone to dial the number she had memorized.
"Hello, is this Lin Yan? I don't know if you still remember me. I'm Li Xiumei, Manman's mother."
Compared to the abbot of that Taoist temple, she trusted Lin Yan, who had proactively offered them help, even more.
Not to mention that she was also a woman, but the abbot had also said that the Lin family was more skilled in this regard, and they were fated to help each other. She believed Lin Yan would definitely help them.
Therefore, even though Lin Yan was just an underage girl, she still called her.
Fortunately, it was Saturday, or she wouldn't have known if she could contact Lin Yan.
The moment she heard Lin Yan's voice on the phone, she was so moved that she almost burst into tears.