Chapter 119: Therefore, I exist (5)
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At a banquet many years ago, when Song Ci heard Zhang Wubing talk about his encounters with ghosts, he found the guy annoying. Here was someone experiencing something so cool—meeting ghosts and having conversations with them—yet he seemed troubled, like a straight-A student complaining about missing one point on an exam or a nouveau riche lamenting having too much money to spend.
In the eyes of the young Song Ci, encountering ghosts and conversing with them was incredibly cool. He was fascinated by all things dangerous and dark. He never missed a chance to participate in daredevil challenges organized by his male friends.
But whether it was summoning spirits, contacting gods, or exploring haunted houses, Song Ci never once encountered a ghost.
This fact troubled him deeply, and he viewed Zhang Wubing as a thorn in his side. Yet, despite this annoyance, he couldn’t help but befriend Zhang Wubing. Like an avid fan of serialized stories, he eagerly listened to Zhang Wubing’s thrilling tales, finding enjoyment in his friend’s endless adventures.
Yan Shixun’s name often appeared in Zhang Wubing’s mouth.
As Song Ci listened, feeling the excitement akin to riding a roller coaster, he couldn’t help but fantasize about encountering as many ghosts himself. He was sure it would make his life more interesting than it was now.
If only he had the abilities of Yan Shixun, or the constitution of Zhang Wubing…
“AHHHH!!!! Brother Yan”
A wail from the neighboring ward caused Yan Shixun to pause with the soup ladle in hand, but he quickly resumed scooping up the soup with composure.
“Today’s soup is pork rib soup. Mrs. Zhang’s cooking skills are getting better and better.”
Mother Zhang’s personal secretary, who brought the soup smiled discreetly upon hearing his comment. “Mr. Yan, you were seriously injured this time. Madam is extremely worried.”
Despite the subtle tension in the ward, Ye Li’s attentive and caring demeanor towards Yan Shixun, his exceptional treatment beyond that of an ordinary friend, and the seemingly agonized cries from the ward next door—indicative of the young master of the Song family—didn’t seem to faze the secretary. She remained calm and composed, effortlessly bridging the gap between Yan Shixun and Mother Zhang, who couldn’t be there in person.
Yan Shixun seemed entirely oblivious to the noise from the neighboring ward, smiling as he reached for a small brocade bag from the nearby cabinet and handed it to the secretary.
“It’s boring to stay in the hospital, and I remembered Auntie mentioning she wanted a new protective amulet. You can give this to her.”
The secretary smiled even more deeply. “Madam will be delighted.”
Zhang Wubing, who was there for a meal, glanced around, then quietly lowered his head and focused on drinking his soup: There it was! He couldn’t understand how Brother Yan had such excellent popularity.
Yan Shixun had few friends, and the only one he acknowledged was Zhang Wubing. Since they met in college, Yan Shixun had always kept to himself. After his master left, he spent every holiday alone, which always made Zhang Wubing feel sorry for him.
But as long as he was willing, no one would harbor any ill feelings towards him.
Not only because of the power he wielded, which was useful to most, but also because in the adult world, friendship often hinges on value and utility.
It’s also because Yan Shixun has an accurate understanding of people’s personalities and psychology.
He has seen all sorts of people, and in the face of danger and life-threatening situations, even the most reserved individuals reveal their true nature. He’s seen both kindness and ugliness, so he naturally knows.
Even Ye Li had already figured this out within a few days of meeting Yan Shixun.
Only Zhang Wubing still saw this as evidence of Yan Shixun’s good social skills.
But the personal secretary didn’t entertain that thought. After thanking Yan Shixun, she exchanged a few pleasantries before leaving.
— She knew the weight of the small protective amulet in her hand.
Yan Shixun hardly accepts commissions from outsiders; as he puts it, whether he takes on a task depends entirely on fate. However, after Zhang Wubing’s program aired, tens of millions of people witnessed Yan Shixun’s true talents.
Even though the authorities have never officially acknowledged the existence of supernatural beings, influential figures with connections have long inquired about Yan Shixun’s background and learned about his association with Haiyun Temple. Although Haiyun Temple has remained silent, it’s because Yan Shixun doesn’t want to return. In reality, most of the Taoist priests at Haiyun Temple now refer to Yan Shixun as “Master Uncle.” Even the supervisors and senior Taoists have acknowledged orally that Yan Shixun is currently the most talented and powerful.
Once this news got out, invitations flooded the Zhang family, all seeking to have Zhang’s parents facilitate introductions.
But the Zhang family has been prominent for a long time; how could they not distinguish between what’s important and what’s not?
On one side is a young and top-notch master. Under his protection, Zhang Wubing has managed to navigate through many dangers over the years. It can be said that knowing Yan Shixun is like having a life-saving remedy.
On the other side are alternative businesses within the same circle; if they can’t be friends, then becoming enemies is inconsequential.
Father Zhang sneered, instructing his secretary not to reply to anyone. Instead, out of respect for Yan Shixun, he neatly compiled all the invitations and sent them to Yan Shixun. This was not only to let him make his own decision but also to show Yan Shixun the Zhang family’s stance, indicating that the Zhang family would always be Yan Shixun’s friend and appreciating everything he had done for Zhang Wubing.
And it was this wealthy master, who couldn’t be bought with money, who prepared a talisman for Mother Zhang.
The secretary understood very well that for a talented master like Yan Shixun, drawing a talisman might take only a few seconds, effortlessly. But in a society where everything can be exchanged for and driven by interests, the effortless act of a resourceful and powerful person’s hand is invaluable to those in need.
—Why should they necessarily extend their hand to you?
Especially when it’s a matter of life-saving truth like this.
The secretary had been by Mother Zhang’s side for over a decade, witnessing too many people who had high self-regard and thought that others’ kindness towards them was only natural, all ending up in miserable situations in the end.
People, you see, should know how to reciprocate.
With this in mind, the secretary’s smile deepened, and without any delay, she respectfully called Mother Zhang to inform her about the matter.
After Mother Zhang’s surprise, her happiness was palpable even through the phone: “This child, I want to thank him for protecting our Xiao Bing and feeling sorry for him getting hurt. How can he return such a precious gift? He’s too polite, this child.”
Coincidentally, a doctor waiting for the elevator nearby overheard the secretary’s phone call. His gaze kept shifting from the medical record in his hand to the secretary, displaying a hesitant expression as if he wanted to say something but held back.
After politely hanging up the phone with a smile, the secretary turned to the doctor beside her and said, “I noticed you were looking at me. Is there anything I can help you with?”
Her gaze slid over the doctor, noticing soup stains on his white coat from an inadvertent spill at lunch – it seemed to be from braised eggplant, judging by the color and smell. The doctor’s hair was greasy and tied back, and his shirt was wrinkled, likely hurriedly put on after being washed in the washing machine without time for ironing. He wore a pair of heavily worn-out holey shoes on his feet.
Having honed her skills in reading people over many years of professional experience, the secretary instantly assessed the doctor’s state.
The doctor seemed somewhat embarrassed but spoke up due to professional reasons: “Miss, if you’re feeling unwell, it’s best to get a check-up at the hospital. You should trust in science and not get caught up in superstition. Delaying treatment could be detrimental.”
The secretary was briefly taken aback but quickly nodded and thanked him with a smile.
After the secretary left, Zhang Wubing finally mustered up the courage to ask Yan Shixun, “B-Brother Yan, was that voice just now from Song Ci?”
Yan Shixun remained calm, a playful smile playing on his lips as he nodded, “Song Ci has always wanted to meet ghosts, hasn’t he? So I gave him a chance to spend some time alone with Chi Xiao’ai. They should have a lot to talk about.”
Zhang Wubing swallowed nervously. “Chi, Chi Xiao’ai? The girl group member who had a car accident?”
Yan Shixun raised an eyebrow slightly, a tacit acknowledgment.
Meanwhile, the voices from the next room continued, with not only the cries for help from Young Master Song Ci but also the sound of “clang!” as a cabinet collapsed. It seemed that the conversation next door was not going smoothly.
However, Yan Shixun remained calmly eating his lunch. When Ye Li mentioned calling a nurse to check his shoulder for any signs of wound rupture, he didn’t object.
In the midst of the harmonious atmosphere, only Zhang Wubing trembled along with the sounds from next door, resembling a frightened quail.
“…Brother Yan, you must remind me always not to anger you,” Zhang Wubing said timidly, his voice quivering with fear.
But Yan Shixun only cast him a glance and casually asked, “Will you anger me?”
“Of course not!”
Zhang Wubing exclaimed, as if infused with adrenaline. “If Brother Yan says go east, I won’t even think about going west!”
Yan Shixun chuckled at the fervent loyalty displayed by this crazy little guy, then proceeded to message Song Ci about the situation with Chi Xiao’ai, suggesting he take her to deal with the reporter issue.
After all, the incident involving the girl group was causing distress to Song Ci’s family company as well, and a positive resolution would benefit them all.
However, when Yan Shixun reached for his pocket, he realized it was empty. His phone was not there.
“Oh…” Yan Shixun blinked, realizing belatedly that he had left his phone in the garden and forgotten to retrieve it.
Unlike modern people who seem to have their phones glued to their hands, Yan Shixun didn’t heavily rely on his phone. He could calculate almost anything he needed to know manually, and he didn’t have many daily communication needs either.
According to him, those destined to meet him would always find a way to contact him, regardless of whether they had his phone number or not. And those without fate, even if they held their phones all the time, would never be able to reach him.
“What’s wrong?” Ye Li noticed Yan Shixun’s absent-mindedness.
“Nothing,” Yan Shixun shook his head. “Just my phone, I can go back and get it later. No rush.”
Yan Shixun was indifferent to his phone, so he had forgotten about it along with the live broadcast incident. However, the other two people in the room, Ye Li, who didn’t care much about the mortal world, and Zhang Wubing, although a director, relied entirely on reminders from other members of the production team in his daily work.
With no other staff present at the moment, Zhang Wubing naturally couldn’t remember the live broadcast.
So, it was the audience members waiting in the live stream who were left in the lurch.
After hearing that Yan Shixun had started a live broadcast, many people excitedly tried to tune in from social media platforms. However, they were surprised to find that the live broadcast link kept showing errors, or they received a message from the live platform saying, “This account has recently experienced abnormal traffic, please enter cautiously,” before the connection was cut off.
Fans were left dumbfounded.
In the end, it was the fans of the An Nanyuan who couldn’t bear it anymore. They directly created a strategy, telling everyone to scroll through the list of newly registered accounts on the live platform. By avoiding webpage jumps, they could bypass some of the checks and enter Yan Shixun’s live broadcast.
However, when many Yan Mais finally managed to overcome obstacles and enter Yan Shixun’s live broadcast, they were shocked to find that Yan Shixun was nowhere to be seen in the live stream.
Yan Mai: “???”
The barrage became chaotic, and bewildered Yan Mais were on the verge of tears. However, some early viewers who knew what was going on quickly explained the situation.
[Everyone, you haven’t got it wrong. This is indeed Brother Yan’s live broadcast, but Brother Yan just disappeared halfway through the broadcast…]
[Whimper, how could this happen! It’s been a week since I last saw Brother Yan. I feel like I’ll die if I don’t see him! I finally found this live broadcast. As someone who usually gives up easily and enjoys being laid-back, this is the first time I’ve been so persistent. But the result is, the live broadcast is on, but Brother Yan isn’t there! Then what’s the point of watching the live broadcast? A salted fish falls into the salty fish life.jpg]
[I’m crying on the spot! How could this happen! It was the same at the airport last time. I arrived just as all of Brother Yan and the guests had left. I missed him again this time. Are Brother Yan and I destined to be separated?]
[This place looks like a hospital. The environment looks really nice. Which hospital is this?]
[Be cautious. I advise my sisters who want to do something to stay sober and not do annoying things to disturb their recovery. Even if you get the name and address of the hospital, you won’t be able to get in. Give up. This is the best private hospital in Binhai City, where many top research institutes for difficult diseases are located, and the doctors are all top-notch. All the famous figures you’ve seen in newspapers and on TV in Binhai City choose this hospital. The security level here is far beyond the understanding of the entertainment industry. It’s impossible for you to break in.]
[Cough… I didn’t mean to do anything, just curious. The garden environment looks really nice. Chubby and lazy.jpg]
[So are we just going to sit here and admire the flowers and the sun? It’s been more than an hour since Brother Yan abandoned us and ran away. Although the environment looks nice, I still miss Brother Yan more.]
[Haha, it’s the first time I’ve seen someone run away in the middle of a live broadcast. If it were someone else, they would have been criticized and accused of not taking their job seriously on social media.]
[Brother Yan doesn’t rely on this. Every time I watch his live broadcasts, I get the feeling that Brother Yan has his own bigger world that we can’t reach, but we’re grateful for his existence. I felt this way in the episode at Wild Wolf Peak. Brother Yan is like the sky and the earth.]
The barrage has gradually shifted from eagerly asking about Brother Yan’s whereabouts to fans chatting, as if the purpose of this livestream is to have a virtual afternoon tea party, chatting and sharing emotions together in the yard bathed in sunlight and flowers.
Although some viewers became impatient and started to curse, directing their anger from Yan Shixun to other viewers, those who tried to intervene and remind them of basic etiquette were labeled as “Yan Shixun brain-dead fans” and faced even harsher insults.
Others frowned upon witnessing this behavior and promptly reported it to the livestream platform. Any other low-quality comments in the barrage were also collectively removed by the audience.
This set of actions left some studios and entertainment companies lurking in the livestream room dumbfounded. It was the first time they had seen such a harmonious fan community.
Despite Yan Shixun not actively managing or catering to the fans, and even resisting the idolization, this laissez-faire approach surprisingly led to a more united and harmonious fanbase. Their cohesion even rivaled that of some fan communities intentionally managed by studios.
This wasn’t a strategic choice driven by capital or operations; it was a grassroots, autonomous decision made by the fans, representing their genuine sentiment.
Some were touched, but others were cursing madly.
Since escaping from the airport, the reporter had been hiding at home, with tightly drawn curtains, the dimly lit room illuminated only by the glow of his computer.
The small room was in disarray, resembling a pigsty, with half-eaten instant noodle boxes and food wrappers strewn everywhere, emitting a sour smell.
But the reporter didn’t care about any of this; he was on the verge of going crazy these past few days.
Because of Yan Shixun’s description, the company of the girl group involved in the accident had started to suspect and investigate him. But the reporter wasn’t afraid; he and his boss had confirmed that there were no surveillance cameras at the accident site. As long as they kept quiet, no one would know they were involved.
Even though he had taken photos of the girl group members after the accident, so what?
Those people were either dead or pretending to be unconscious, they never saw his face.
Could dead people speak?
For the reporter, the most troublesome were the rabid fans.
In the past, he would sit behind his computer, using his own photos and fabricated stories to manipulate the course of events, watching as the celebrities were attacked by fans, finding joy in their distress from behind the screen.
But this time, the reporter’s face was exposed in front of the camera.
With one person dead, the enraged fans of the girl group even swore to make the instigator pay the ultimate price. How could they possibly overlook the airport incident?
The reporter was quickly doxxed by those fanatics, who began lurking around his home, attempting to break in.
He watched in fear.
In the past, he would laugh as he watched the stars get exposed and harassed online because of his reports. But now, it was his turn.
The perpetrator would eventually face consequences.
With little time to spare, the reporter quickly moved to another location overnight. But even then, he was fired by his company, and now he lived in constant fear, afraid to even step outside.
All of this was caused by the words Yan Shixun spoke at the airport.
The reporter stared at the harmonious barrage in Yange’s live stream, angrily slamming the cup noodles in his hand against the wall.
It’s all Yan Shixun’s fault!
This guy called Yan Shixun, why doesn’t he just die!
The reporter’s bloodshot eyes bulged out of their sockets as he glared fiercely at the live stream, wishing he could rush over and kill Yan Shixun right now.
Just then, a female voice came through the live stream, “Hmm? Whose patient or family member’s phone is this left here?”
Immediately, a hand reached over, grabbed the phone, and casually pocketed it, causing the screen to darken and shake.
The barrage was filled with question marks.
[The nurse found the phone. Will she return it to Brother Yan?]
[Damn it! So, did Brother Yan even realize his own phone was missing?]
[The nurse found it, but Brother Yan hasn’t noticed yet. I declare this the most tragic phone, completely disregarded, like a dog’s head.]
The nurse who found the phone asked around in the garden, and finally found out who the owner was.
Coincidentally, a doctor who had just returned from the cafeteria hurried past the lobby, heading back to the inpatient area. The nurse stopped him and asked if he could take the phone along the way.
“Oh, that gentleman.”
After hearing the description of Yan Shixun and the floor he was on, the doctor suddenly realized, “I know that gentleman. Just before I went to the cafeteria, he reminded me that there would be braised eggplant today—didn’t expect it to be true.”
“I wonder how he knew.” The doctor smiled at the nurse and took the phone.
“Patients don’t usually go to the staff cafeteria, do they? Does he even know how to calculate?” The nurse didn’t pay much attention to it either. After joking and thanking the doctor, she went about her business.
Since the nurse didn’t notice the phone staying on the live stream, the viewers who heard the entire conversation commented: […]
[Alright, mystery solved. Brother Yan really knows how to calculate.]
[Science! We must believe in science! Do you want Brother Yan’s rare live stream to be shut down?]
[Oh my… Am I the only one focused on Brother Yan getting injured? I’m so worried, I wonder if it’s serious.]
[It’s probably nothing. Remember at the airport when Brother Yan stripped to prove a point? He said it himself, just a little stumble during a walk, nothing to worry about.]
[No, no, no, if Brother Yan wants to prove it to us again, I wouldn’t mind! Last time I didn’t even have a chance to take a picture before Brother Yan left, I was so sad, this time I must seize the opportunity! Not being able to capture Brother Yan’s physique is such a regret, it’s heartbreaking.]
[Tsk, aren’t you afraid of getting punched by Brother Yan, sis?]
[My focus is a bit off, but this doctor guy is so handsome, looks so young.]
[Huh? I know this guy, he’s a graduate of our school, Binhai University. After obtaining his bachelor’s, master’s, and doctorate in medicine, he’s been publishing SCI papers consistently. He’s young and has already been recognized as a part of the Ten Thousand Talents Program, Dahe Scholar and Binhai Medical Society. He’s also a doctoral supervisor and a leading expert in the field of neurology. Last year, I attended a medical forum with my supervisor, and this guy was a star at the forum. He’s working on a project that seems to be yielding results soon, and if it succeeds, it will save millions of lives!]
[Wow, that’s amazing! Is this what the world of geniuses looks like?]
The doctor clearly didn’t have time to check the live stream on the phone’s interface. After casually putting it in his pocket, the audience only heard the hurried footsteps and then the sound of knocking on a certain ward’s door.
When Yan Shixun heard the knocking, he had just stood up from his chair, intending to go out to the garden to retrieve his phone.
He was somewhat surprised by the timing of the knock, but still went over and opened the door.
“Doctor?”
Standing at the door was the doctor who had been rushing to lunch before, and both of them looked at each other’s faces with a slightly surprised and amused expression.
“How’s the braised eggplant for lunch?” Yan Shixun raised an eyebrow, smiling as he broke the ice.
The doctor also smiled. “Thanks, I haven’t paid attention to what I’ve been eating for a long time. When you mentioned it today, I finally noticed. It’s rare to enjoy a lunch, but how did you know?”
Facing the doctor’s curiosity, Yan Shixun casually replied, “I calculated it.”
The doctor didn’t take it seriously, but instead burst into laughter, thinking Yan Shixun was just joking, and then handed him the phone.
Noticing Yan Shixun’s slightly stiff movement as he raised his hand, as if enduring pain, the doctor suddenly remembered that he had bumped into Yan Shixuns shoulder earlier, and the nurse mentioned that Yan Shixun had an injury on his shoulder.
“Sorry, is that the place I bumped into you just now?” The doctor expressed his sincere apologies and was about to turn around to find Yan Shixun’s attending physician to check on him.
But Yan Shixun stopped him.
“My friend has already arranged it, they will be here soon.”
Upon hearing Yan Shixun refer to himself as a friend, Ye Li, who was standing in the room, was momentarily stunned, and a smile appeared on his usually stern face.
As Yan Shixun looked at the doctor, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
There were dark circles around the temples, severe hollowing of the temples, and a black aura enveloped his entire forehead, giving his eyes a lifeless look… it was an aura of death.
Sensing something amiss, Yan Shixun immediately began calculating with his fingers, casting divination to determine the doctor’s fortune for the past month.
However, the divination revealed a dire omen, indicating potential injury or casualty for the doctor.
Moreover, Yan Shixun couldn’t predict the doctor’s situation for the next day, as it appeared as a blank slate, indicating… the doctor’s fortune only extended until tonight.
It wasn’t a month, but merely half a day.
The doctor’s lifespan.
Yan Shixun’s slender fingers froze, and he looked at the doctor in astonishment.
How could such a serious accident occur in a hospital environment? It seemed impossible! Could it be from long-term overwork resulting in sudden death?
Yan Shixun, rare in losing his patience, immediately began silently chanting spells to enhance the effect, casting divination again to inquire about the situation regarding injury or casualty.
This time, the divination revealed a metal hexagram, representing blades and sharp objects.
Seeing Yan Shixun’s face turn serious and terrifying, the doctor thought he was angry about the accident earlier, so he became even more apologetic.
“Mr. Yan, I’m really sorry. I’ve been busy with research data recently and didn’t pay attention to the road at noon. How about this, I’ll call my senior brother over later. He’s also in the same department. He can come and check on you, and I’ll cover the treatment fee…”
“Doctor,” Yan Shixun interrupted the doctor, his tone direct and decisive, “Where are you going tonight?”
“Huh?” The doctor was a bit bewildered, not understanding, “Probably just working overtime? I won’t be going anywhere.”
“Forgive my bluntness, but there’s a sign of injury or casualty for you tonight, caused by a blade,” Yan Shixun’s tone was stern, “Please, don’t go anywhere tonight, stay away from any sharp objects.”
The doctor was puzzled for a good while, then burst out laughing.
“Mr. Yan, you’re joking, right? How can a doctor like me not use a scalpel? And Mr. Yan, you should believe in science. Those sayings are just superstitions, just take them as a way to relieve stress and don’t take them too seriously. It’s not beneficial for your health.”
But Yan Shixun, unusually resolute, persisted.
Unlike other practitioners who needed the person’s birthdate and time to cast divination charts, Yan Shixun’s divination ritual was low on ceremonialism and highly focused on practicality. Over the years, he had developed the ability to cast divination directly based on the appearance of the person.
Facial features, height, weight— all these data became the basis for Yan Shixun’s divination.
Though it required more effort, this method allowed him to quickly obtain the answers he sought, with high accuracy.
— A person’s appearance can reveal hidden truths; not only for those on the path of cultivation, but also for ordinary individuals who still possess a glimmer of spiritual sensitivity.
So, some people say that they either instantly like or dislike someone upon first meeting them. This is because their innate intuition is reminding them of something.
And just now, Yan Shixun saw from the doctor’s facial features that he would soon achieve a breakthrough in his research. As a result, for decades to come, millions of people would be saved from illness and death, and his merits would be immeasurable.
However, the universe is fair.
Fortune and misfortune depend on each other.
For the doctor, only by avoiding the imminent disaster could he embark on the path of fulfilling his merits.
Otherwise… he would lie coldly in the mortuary.
His family, colleagues, and mentors would gather around him, mourning his death and weeping for his premature departure.
Those scenes flashed through Yan Shixun’s mind, and in that instant, he briefly glimpsed the future revealed through the cracks in the fabric of time.
It was as if the spirits had granted him permission, gently asking him, “Do you want to save this person?”
Yan Shixun firmly grasped the doctor’s wrist, his tone stern, “You may consider me a charlatan or superstitious, but tonight, please stay in your office and don’t go anywhere.”
Though reluctant, the doctor nodded in agreement due to Yan Shixun’s insistence, “Don’t worry, even if I wanted to go out, I don’t have the time. I’ve been so busy for months that I hardly sleep, always staying in the hospital.”
Seeing the doctor’s promise, Yan Shixun slowly released his grip on the doctor’s hand. Watching him rub his red wrist, Yan Shixun pursed his lips and apologized.
The doctor waved it off with a smile, not taking it seriously. After bidding farewell to Yan Shixun, he turned and headed towards his office.
Yan Shixun watched his retreating figure, lips pressed tightly together.
“Why, are you very worried about him?” Ye Li quietly approached Yan Shixun from behind and softly asked, “Is there anything I can do?”
Yan Shixun’s pale lips moved slightly, but ultimately, he didn’t let his impulse turn into words.
He sighed softly and said, “No need.”
“Even though I can calculate everything, the most accurate diviner is not me, but the natural order of the universe.”
Yan Shixun’s voice sounded almost like a sigh. “I’ve given my advice, but the one who ultimately decides is him. I won’t force him to make any choices. He’s an adult now, knows what he’s doing, and has his own convictions and reasons.”
Although he spoke in this manner, Yan Shixun stood at the door, gazing for a long time in the direction where the doctor had disappeared into his office.
Even the audience before the live broadcast sensed that something was amiss with Yan Shixun.
[Am I being anxious? I just feel like Yan Shixun meant that the doctor will die.]
[His forehead darkening, indicating a potential disaster, “Give me money and I’ll dispel your calamity”… It does sound a bit like a scam artist from the martial world. But when Brother Yan says it, I feel like we should believe him. Maybe that doctor really will encounter some major disaster. I’m a bit worried.]
[This is the first time I’ve seen Brother Yan so firm. I was just scared silent.]
[I’m so anxious. Brother Yan, since you saw something wrong with him, why didn’t you push harder? I’m really worried that something might happen. I always feel safe when Brother Yan is around.]
[I… Ahhhh, I’m a little scared. I don’t want night to come, sob. No, I want to jump straight to tomorrow and see that doctor still healthy and well.]
[I’m confused. Finally saw Brother Yan, and then this happens?]
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the phone in his hand, still retaining the warmth from the doctor’s touch.
Rarely, although he disliked close contact with people, the warmth of the phone didn’t repulse him. He tightened his grip on the phone, as if trying to grasp onto the warmth of the doctor as a living being.
Fate is fate, but resisting fate is also fate.
Perhaps the universe had long known he would appear here and had revealed everything he saw to the doctor. But the universe also knew that the doctor believed in science and wouldn’t believe what he said.
Humans have a thousand calculations, but the universe only has one divination.
And the time on the phone skipped ahead by a second.
It had been exactly three hours since Yan Shixun’s broadcast began.
Yan Shixun blinked, suddenly realizing – he had forgotten about the live broadcast!
“Well, time’s up for the live broadcast,” he said, about to end the stream.
Instantly, cries of disappointment erupted, along with people tearfully asking when Yan Shixun’s next broadcast would be.
“Well, it depends on fate,” Yan Shixun flashed a business-like smile at his phone for a second, then his expression quickly turned neutral. “Goodbye.”
Yan Mais: ! What a heartless man, sob!
After ending the livestream, Yan Shixun briefed Song Ci on the situation regarding Chi Xiao’ai and advised them to handle it with the company.
He kindly reminded the anxious ghost and human, “Karma will lead you. Don’t restrain yourself. Follow your instincts, and you’ll find the person who caused your death.”
Chi Xiao’ai realized something and immediately asked, “Is it the entertainment reporter I followed at the airport?”
Song Ci’s expression turned serious and angry, a rare sight.
Yan Shixun chuckled lightly. “You’ll have to confirm that yourself – isn’t that one of the reasons you’re lingering in the mortal world?”
“You might have forgotten, but your soul hasn’t.”
“Go on, Chi Xiao’ai. Once you’ve sorted out everything you left behind in this world, don’t linger anymore,”
Yan Shixun watched Chi Xiao’ai and Song Ci leave.
The young master who once thought it was cool to see ghosts but got scared when left alone with one, led Chi Xiao’ai away with a reluctant expression, still remembering to hold an umbrella to shield her from the sunlight.
Chi Xiao’ai smiled and thanked Song Ci.
Song Ci snorted disdainfully, but after a moment of hesitation, said, “Don’t get me wrong, I just want to see that bad guy suffer more.”
“I understand,” Chi Xiao’ai smiled sweetly. “Thank you.”
Song Ci blinked, hesitating, “You… are actually very talented. You could have been a top idol if not for… well, you know.”
Chi Xiao’ai was momentarily stunned, then smiled beautifully.
……
Although Yan Shixun claimed not to mind, he noticeably spent more time outside the ward than usual this afternoon. He passed by the doctor’s office several times, only feeling relieved when he saw the doctor was indeed busy inside.
However, as night fell, a sudden commotion erupted in the hallway.
“Hurry, hurry, hurry! Come with me!”
Yan Shixun abruptly opened his eyes.
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