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Chapter 1894: Even Immortals Have to Eat
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Sir, I want to do a divination.” When they reached the stall, Qiao Xin said, “How much is the fee?”
“Hand reading, too each.”
“The price is okay.”
For a high-income person like Qiao Xin, too yuan for a divination didn’t seem expensive.
Moreover, this was the scenic area of Yanjing. It was a good deal.
“Sister Li, come quickly.”
Qiao Xin called out to Li Chuhan and Lin Yi.
“Quick, quick, quick. Come and read my fortune.”
Li Chuhan had always been an atheist, so she naturally did not believe in such things.
“It’s better if you do it. You can use this opportunity to check your future luck,” Li Chuhan said with a smile.
Although she didn’t believe it, Li Chuhan didn’t stop him.
She knew well that in one’s life, not every penny could be spent wisely. Sometimes, money had to be wasted on things that brought personal pleasure.
For Qiao Xin, fortune-telling was one such pleasure.
“My fortune is tied to yours. When you become the hospital head, I can at least get a position as a department head. So getting your fortune told is important tome.”
Qiao Xin pulled Li Chuhan over.
“Sir, please tell my sister’s fortune.”
Qiao Xin took out her phone, and the old Daoist adeptly pulled out a OR code for payment.
Not wanting to miss a chance, Qiao Xin quickly scanned it.
“Come on, miss, stretch out your hand.”
With the payment done, Li Chuhan extended her hand, curious about what the old Daoist would say.
The old Daoist carefully examined Li Chuhan’s hand, looking serious and thoughtful. After a moment, he spoke,
“Young lady, your palm is quite extraordinary.”
“How is it extraordinary?” Li Chuhan asked, intrigued.
“It’s a bit cold. This indicates that you are weak.”
With that, the old Taoist pulled out a small paper packet from behind him.
“This is my homemade Six-Flavor Imperial Elixir. Take it for six months, and you’ll be cured.”
Li Chuhan was amused. “Are you sure?”
“Of course it’s true. I’ve been cultivating pills for so many years. I’m confident in this.” The old Daoist priest said.
“If you went to a proper hospital, you wouldn’t be able to treat this illness. Fortunately, you met me. Otherwise, your life would be over.”
Lin Yi watched the old Daoist with a smile, amused that the fortune-telling session had turned into a medical consultation.
Were Daoists these days expanding their services like this?
He was working so hard, he must be struggling to meet his KPIs this month.
“I am the head of cardiology at Huashan Hospital. I know my own condition. Just tell my fortune; I can handle my own health,” Li Chuhan said.
“Uh… head of cardiology?”
The old Daoist awkwardly put away his little elixir and forced a smile.
“Since you are an expert in that field, let’s skip the health talk and continue with the fortune-telling.”
The old Daoist took Li Chuhan’s hand again, examining it closely.
“Interesting, interesting. I’ve been wandering the world for over thirty years and have never seen a career line like yours. You are destined for great success.”
Lin Yi watched the scene like a spectator at a street performance.
Li Chuhan had already revealed her professional status, so if the Daoist claimed she had any career problems, it would discredit him immediately.
“Sir, look at my sister’s love line.”
Qiao Xin spoke up. This was her primary concern and the main reason for the fortune-telling.
The old Taoist glanced at Qiao Xin and then smiled warmly. “Her hand shows that she will have both a successful career and a fulfilling love life, with many children and grandchildren in her future.”
Qiao Xin’s eyes twinkled with amusement, and she gave Li Chuhan a playful look.
“Sister Li, did you hear that? He said you’ll have a large, thriving family. You’d better take good care of your health so you can have many children in the future.”
Li Chuhan blushed and said in embarrassment,
“It’s too early to talk about this.”
“What’s so early about that? With your and Brother Lin’s physique, wouldn’t it be a piece of cake for you to have a child?”
“Ay, ay, just a few minutes won’t do, that’s too short,” the old Daoist priest said with concern before pulling out a small packet of medicine from his pocket.
“This is my carefully crafted Wild Donkey Power Pill. Not for 1999, not for 999, but only for 998. Take it, and I guarantee you’ll regain your manly vigor.”
Lin Yi, “…”
This guy really knew how to seize an opportunity.
He must have worked in sales before becoming a priest.
“You should focus on the fortune-telling and stop trying to expand your business.”
“Alright, alright, you paid, so you call the shots.”
The old Daoist looked at Li Chuhan’s hand again, this time his brow furrowing deeply.
“Interesting, interesting. Young lady, your lifeline isn’t looking good.”
“Hmm? What’s wrong with it?” Qiao Xin asked nervously.
Having just had a near-death experience, Qiao Xin was particularly sensitive to these matters.
“Look here, her lifeline is only two-thirds the length of a normal person’s. This is not a good sign,” the old Daoist sighed.
Qiao Xin panicked, “Sir, is there a way to fix this?”
“For most people, there would be no solution, but since you met me, it’s a different story. I have a way to overcome this misfortune.”
“How do we fix it? Please, sir, help my sister,” Qiao Xin asked anxiously.
“You young girl, you shouldn’t speak carelessly,” the old Daoist priest stroked his beard and said seriously.
“This is a heavenly secret, not something to be revealed lightly. Otherwise, it would shorten my lifespan.”
“I’m sorry, Old Master. I said something wrong. What should we do?” Qiao Xin said nervously.
“Now that there’s a problem, we can’t just do nothing.”
“If you really want to crack it, there’s a way.”
“What idea? Tell me quickly.”
The old Daoist priest stretched out five fingers and gestured in front of Qiao Xin, causing her to be stunned.
“Are you referring to Five Fingers Mountain? Are we supposed to go there to pray to Buddha? Is it because you can’t look at it yourself that you are pushing us to Buddhism?”
“5,000 yuan.” The old Daoist priest said mysteriously.
“For 5,000 yuan, I can help her break through this tribulation. If it weren’t for the fact that you two are fated, I wouldn’t have taken this risk. You have to cherish this opportunity.”
“5,000 yuan. It’s a little expensive.” Qiao Xin was a little hesitant.
“Even immortals have to make a living.”
“Oh, oh, I understand.” As she spoke, Qiao Xin took out her phone and prepared to transfer the money.
At this moment, Lin Yi grabbed her collar and dragged Qiao Xin away.
“Hey, hey, hey. Brother Lin, be gentle. I can’t breathe…”
“Let’s go, don’t waste time here,” Lin Yi said.
“After all, you’re a PhD student from Fudan University. Can’t you have some common sense? How can you believe such words?”
“Oh, oh.” Qiao Xin obediently got up and stopped looking.
“Hey, hey, hey, young man, don’t go.” The old Daoist priest shouted from behind.
“I’ll give you a discount, 4,000 is fine, and I can extend your girlfriend’s life by 30 years. I can transfer the money from public to private, and I can also issue an invoice for reimbursement, including value-added tax.”
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