TDDDMFM Chapter 2: High-Speed Railway Rescue
The girl looked like she came from a wealthy family, dressed in branded clothes from head to toe, and exuded extraordinary temperament. When she heard that Zhou Xiaobei claimed to be Chu Yuhan's disciple, she couldn't help but stare, casting a scrutinizing glance at Zhou Xiaobei, her eyebrows furrowing.
"You're Chu Yuhan's disciple?"
In the girl's eyes, Chu Yuhan was a legendary figure, an extraordinary person beyond the world. But the disciple she took in...
Didn't seem to be much?
Wearing rubber shoes, camouflage pants, and an old beige shirt, he looked like a migrant worker from the 1990s, simply too rustic.
Chu Yuhan's eye for picking disciples was really poor!
"Why, don't I look like one? Guaranteed genuine!"
Zhou Xiaobei smirked.
Although the girl was very beautiful and had a good temperament, for some reason, Zhou Xiaobei didn't like her from the moment he saw her. Or rather, he didn't like her condescending and commanding attitude.
So what if she's rich?
Does being wealthy make her superior?
"What business do you have with my eldest master?"
The girl frowned. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Yan Bingxue from the Yan family in Xiangcheng. I have something to discuss with Chu Yuhan, the Divine Doctor Chu. Since you're Chu's disciple, that's perfect. Please take us there, and rest assured, you won't be treated unfairly."
Yan Bingxue spoke politely, but her tone didn't seem to carry any politeness.
It was more of a command than a request.
Zhou Xiaobei was a stubborn person. If Yan Bingxue had asked him politely, he might have given her face to some extent. But with this attitude, sorry, lady, he won't entertain her.
Ignoring Yan Bingxue, Zhou Xiaobei's gaze fell on the old man beside her. After looking him up and down, he said, "You're probably here to see my eldest master for medical treatment, right? I suggest you turn around and leave. Old man, you don't have much time left!"
"Bullshit!"
Upon hearing this, Yan Bingxue immediately became furious. "If you spout nonsense again, believe it or not, I'll tear your mouth apart! Guards, come and teach this shameless bastard a lesson!"
Two bodyguards immediately rushed forward, ready to teach Zhou Xiaobei a lesson.
"Stop it, both of you!"
The old man stopped the bodyguards.
"Grandpa, did this bastard curse you?" Yan Bingxue gritted her teeth, her face full of anger.
The old man waved his hand, smiling. "He didn't say anything wrong. I am indeed terminally ill and don't have much time left."
"But..."
"There's nothing to 'but' about. Let me talk to the young man."
The old man looked kind, first apologizing to Zhou Xiaobei on behalf of Yan Bingxue, then smiling and asking, "Young man, forgive me for being presumptuous, but how did you know that I'm terminally ill and beyond saving?"
"Observation, inference, questioning, and examination, it's just a little skill of mine."
The old man seemed pensive, thinking for a moment before nodding. "Young man, based on what you said, I believe you're indeed a disciple of Chu Yuhan, the Divine Doctor Chu."
Now it was Zhou Xiaobei's turn to be stunned.
He believed him based on just one sentence?
He was really good at bragging!
The old man adjusted his posture and demeanor, bowing respectfully to Zhou Xiaobei. "Young man, you're right. I am indeed suffering from a serious illness, and my time is running out. After going through many difficulties and traveling a long distance, I came here to seek medical treatment upon hearing that Chu Yuhan, the Divine Doctor Chu, is hiding here. Since you're a disciple of Divine Doctor Chu, could you please introduce me? I will surely reward you generously!"
Zhou Xiaobei shook his head. "Old man, it's not that I don't want to help you, but your timing is off. My eldest master is no longer here, or rather, she's missing. Even I don't know where she's gone."
"What!"
The people present were shocked, especially Yan Bingxue, whose face turned pale.
To treat her grandfather's illness, the Yan family mobilized countless resources and spent an immense amount of money. After three years of painstaking efforts, they finally found out where Chu Yuhan was hiding. They went through hardships to come here, only to find out that she had disappeared?
This couldn't be happening!
"It's impossible, how could this be so coincidental?"
Zhou Xiaobei shrugged. "Believe it or not, it's just how it is. But if you don't believe me, you can ask around in the village!"
"You go!"
With tears in her eyes, Yan Bingxue sent a bodyguard into the village. About five minutes later, the bodyguard returned and said, "Miss, I asked the villagers just now, and it's indeed true."
"This..."
Yan Bingxue felt as if she had been struck by lightning, swaying on her feet and almost falling. Her eyes turned red, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at her grandfather with a distressed expression. "Grandpa, how could this happen? Why did this happen?"
"Sigh!"
The old man sighed and patted Yan Bingxue's hand. "Everything is destiny, beyond our control. It seems my time has come to an end. The King of Hell won't let me stay any longer. But it's okay, as the ancients said, it's rare for people to live past seventy. I'm already seventy-four this year, earning four extra years! Let's go, let's go home."
The old man was quite open-minded.
"Grandpa, I..."
Tears continued to flow down Yan Bingxue's cheeks uncontrollably.
At this moment, Zhou Xiaobei suddenly said, "Hey, old man, you should be suffering from pancreatic cancer, right? This type of cancer is quite rare and is one of the most malignant digestive system cancers. The survival rate within five years is less than one percent. Judging from the situation, you're already in the late stage. I suggest you go back and eat whatever you want."
After speaking, Zhou Xiaobei, carrying his luggage, prepared to leave.
But Zhou Xiaobei's words shocked the old man.
This young man was quite remarkable!
Without examination, pulse-taking, or the use of any instruments, he could tell his illness at a glance...
Incredible!
Thinking again that Zhou Xiaobei was a disciple of Chu Yuhan, the old man suddenly became excited and stopped Zhou Xiaobei. "Young man, please wait, wait a moment."
"What's the matter?"
Zhou Xiaobei turned around.
The old man said, "Young man, since Divine Doctor Chu is your master, you must have received her true teachings. May I ask, can you cure my illness?"
Yan Bingxue also forgot about crying and looked at Zhou Xiaobei.
Zhou Xiaobei looked at the old man, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Pancreatic cancer is indeed difficult to treat. The chance of being cured worldwide is less than one percent. I do have a method that might cure your illness, but, young man, I'm currently busy. I need to catch the No. 2 bus. If I'm late, I'll have to walk to town."
"If you really cure my grandpa, I'll give you money. You can buy a private car and never have to take public transportation again!" Yan Bingxue hurriedly said.
"Money! How much?"
Zhou Xiaobei's eyes lit up, but the next second, he shook his head. "Don't try to tempt me with sugar-coated bullets. My master said, a healer must never bow for material gain..."
"I'll give you one million!"
"...Miss, come, let's sit down and discuss it slowly!"
The old man: "..."
Yan Bingxue: "..."