Here, Yuan Chao couldn't help but sigh, "Honestly, this is practically a miracle. I've been practicing medicine for so many years, and I've never seen anything like it."
The necrosis of his legs was already a miracle in itself, requiring immense amounts of money and time to prevent atrophy. To think that one day this person could stand up again, even recover completely.
"I say, did you save the Milky Way in your past life? Is that why Heaven bestowed you with a miracle?"
"If I recall correctly, you haven't been practicing medicine for long, haven't even been on the operating table, have you?" Wen Zhiyan withdrew his gaze and, with practiced ease, used the railing to stand up. "Besides, you're a medical student, someone who worships science. How did you start believing in superstitions?"
"Tsk, no, no, no, you don't understand." Yuan Chao waggled a finger, speaking mysteriously. "The end of science is metaphysics. I encountered something particularly wondrous."
When Yuan Chao received no response for a while, he wasn't annoyed and continued, "Tsk, you're so boring. But seriously, I did encounter something strange. Just the other night, I saw something at the Qing Dao Guan that I'll never forget in my life."
"You, what did you just say?"
"I encountered something very strange at the Qing Dao Guan."
"Qing Dao Guan?"
A glint flashed in Wen Zhiyan's eyes.
The name sounded familiar. When he had asked Xin Xuan to investigate Miao Miao's accounts, Xin Xuan had mentioned that the last million yuan had been transferred to Qing Dao Guan.
"When was this?"
Yuan Chao, rarely seeing Wen Zhiyan interested in anything else, quickly replied, "Just a while ago. Um… the night before your wife's first reality show episode."
That scene was unforgettable, causing his firm scientific principles to waver for a moment.
The night before the first episode of the reality show.
That was the first night the little fairy had arrived.
Could it possibly be related to Miao Miao now?
"What did you see?"
"What's wrong with you?" It was Yuan Chao's turn to look at Wen Zhiyan curiously. "Your state is not right."
"It's nothing." Wen Zhiyan quickly regained his composure. "Are you going to tell me or not? If not, I'm leaving."
"What?" Yuan Chao suspected his ears might be playing tricks on him and looked at Wen Zhiyan in disbelief. "You're actually offering to leave?"
Ever since he started rehabilitation training, had there been a single day when he hadn't had to coax Wen Zhiyan, urging him not to push himself so hard.
"I suddenly remembered I have something to do."
"Oh, oh, that's fine. You're recovering well now. You can try standing up anywhere." Yuan Chao finally nodded.
"Okay, thank you."
After speaking, Wen Zhiyan took out his phone and made a call.
Watching this scene, Yuan Chao felt as though he had been jilted.
Huh, what the heck?
Yuan Chao felt goosebumps erupt all over his skin. Just as he stood up to speak, he saw the supposed "scumbag" pushing his wheelchair away.
Yuan Chao: "..."
Just end it all.
"Master Wen?"
Xin Xuan was quite surprised when he received Wen Zhiyan's call.
"Go to Qing Dao Guan."
"Qing Dao Guan?"
It sounded a bit familiar.
"Mm."
Xin Xuan then remembered, "Isn't that where Madam's last million yuan was transferred?"
"Mm."
Seeing Wen Zhiyan with his eyes closed, Xin Xuan decided not to say anything more and drove quietly.
Qing Dao Guan wasn't far from City A.
A two-hour drive.
The car stopped at Qing Dao Guan.
Qing Dao Guan was built on a deep mountain, surrounded by forests, giving a refreshing and pleasant feeling.
However, looking at the endless stairs, Xin Xuan swallowed. "This… Master Wen, are we really going to climb up there?"
Wen Zhiyan looked at the almost vertical stairs outside the window, his fingers unconsciously gripping his pants, his gaze deep and unreadable.
"Master?" Xin Xuan called out tentatively.
Just as Wen Zhiyan was about to speak, he saw a young boy with a topknot, who looked to be a few years old, bouncing down the stone steps.
Hop, hop.
He was smiling, not at all afraid of falling.
"Let's go," Wen Zhiyan said after watching the little boy for a while.
"Yes."
Xin Xuan opened the car door and heard the bouncing boy shout to them.
Although Xin Xuan was puzzled, he stopped.
The little boy ran to the car and bowed to Wen Zhiyan inside. "Hello, my name is Qing Jiu. Master knows you are coming and sent me to give you a brocade pouch. He also asked me to pass on a message to the destined person."
Xin Xuan was perplexed. "Little boy, aren't you afraid of mistaking us?"
Qing Jiu huffed a few times. "Not at all. Master says I'm very clever and won't mistake anyone."
His proud demeanor amused Xin Xuan. Just as he was about to speak again, he saw Wen Zhiyan looking at him and cleared his throat, saying nothing further.
"Little Master, please speak."
"Master says," Qing Jiu looked up at Wen Zhiyan in the car and said crisply, "You will have your wishes fulfilled."
"Really?" Wen Zhiyan's heart trembled.
"Master says, don't think too much. What is yours, will eventually return to you, no matter how long it takes."
After saying this, Qing Jiu bowed again. "I have said all that I needed to say. You can go back the way you came."
"Thank you, Abbot, for your guidance. Thank you, little Qing Jiu, for conveying the message."
"You have mobility issues, so you don't need to get out of the car. Goodbye, handsome uncle."
With that, Qing Jiu handed a dark brocade pouch to Wen Zhiyan and turned to leave, bouncing along.
"Whoa, Master Wen, doesn't this place feel a bit eerie?"
Wen Zhiyan stroked the brocade pouch. "Let's go back."
"Certainly."
Xin Xuan got into the car and drove away smoothly.
The moment they left, Qing Jiu, who had been bouncing, stopped and turned to look at the disappearing car.
A childish voice echoed in the quiet surroundings.
"You cheated."
"Did I?" Qing Jiu's eyes were deep, no longer innocent. "What did I do that you call cheating?"
"You told Wen Zhiyan the story in advance."
"Heh." Qing Jiu chuckled lightly. "Did I? Perhaps."
"You, you, you!"
"Stop with the 'you' and 'me.' I've already said it anyway."
"Why bother?"
A flicker of nostalgia crossed Qing Jiu's eyes. "This is what they deserve."
With that, Qing Jiu turned and bounced towards the Taoist temple.
Wen Zhiyan sat in the back seat, watching the scenery recede, a sense of unease creeping into him.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Wen Zhiyan looked at the brocade pouch in his hand. Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang.
Miao Miao?
He answered the call.
Miao Miao's anxious voice came through.
"Wen Zhiyan, where are you?"
"In the car. Miao Miao, what's wrong?"
"Pull over, get out of the car, leave that place."
Wen Zhiyan's pupils contracted.
Bang!