Chapter 228: Fate Snatched Away! (Fourth update)

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On the one hand, indeed, they could not afford such a large sum of money. Father Song was a taxi driver, waking early and returning home late each day, earning hard-earned money that was mostly spent on the various college expenses for his daughter, Song Yuru. Meanwhile, Mother Song only worked in an ordinary rural enterprise.

The key problem was, Father Song had not paid for health insurance!

Moreover, even if they could raise sufficient funds for the operation, the probability of immediate craniotomy being successful was incredibly low, with barely a 12% success rate!

“Director Zheng! Is… is…are there any other options?” Mother Song wailed in despair.

“Alright, I understand your situation, hurry and pay for the surgery, the sooner the better. Ideally, arrange for the craniotomy tonight.” said Director Zheng, somewhat impatiently, “It’s not that I don’t want to find solutions. Even if you transferred to a big hospital in Beijing, or even abroad, that’s all they could do.”

Just then—

“Mom! How’s dad doing?” A tear-streaked Song Yuru, pulling on Huang Xiaolong’s hand, rushed in.

Director Zheng’s face instantly changed, he coldly admonished, “Who are you? What are you doing, charging in here like this? This is the ICU! Do you think this is your home?”

However, when Director Zheng saw Song Yuru, who was as radiant and beautiful as a national college flower, a hint of amazement flashed in the depths of his eyes!

“Yuru, you’re finally here…look at your father…he…” Mother Song grabbed Song Yuru, and her crying tugged at the heartstrings.

“Mom, don’t panic…this…this is Little Long, his medical skills are exceptional… he can cure dad!” Song Yuru began comforting Mother Song.

Upon hearing this, Director Zheng cropped up a mocking smile at the corners of his mouth and glanced apathetically at Huang Xiaolong. ‘What the hell, with your outfit, who do you think you are? Great medical skills? Tch tch, it looks like this stunning beauty invited you over to treat the illness…Good Lord, with your impoverished appearance, you can cure diseases? You can perform a craniotomy, why don’t you fly to the moon?’

Initially, when Huang Xiaolong was impressively dominating everything at the First People’s Hospital, Director Zheng was coincidentally overseas for a business trip, and so, he didn’t recognize Huang Xiaolong.

“Little Long?” Mother Song looked at Huang Xiaolong while wiping away her tears.

“My future mother-in-law…oh, no, auntie, don’t cry. Let me have a look at my uncle.” Huang Xiaolong smiled, and then walked over to the hospital bed to investigate.

Upon looking, Huang Xiaolong realized something was not right.

Let’s not talk about Father Song’s current condition.

Huang Xiaolong realized that Father Song’s face was filled with misfortune!

What is meant by ‘misfortune’, is bad luck.

Fate, Fate, through observing the Qi, one can see whether a person’s luck is good or bad.

Clearly, Father Song had incredibly bad luck, and that’s why he encountered this disaster.

Furthermore, Father Song’s brows were entwined with a faint black Qi. In Huang Xiaolong’s eyes, it was a clear sign of being afflicted by an evil spirit.

‘My future father-in-law’s luck is terrible, and he’s targeted by filthy things, so…even if I cure him this time, he’s bound to be struck by misfortune again and face all kinds of disasters…’

Huang Xiaolong also discovered that Father Song was targeted by filthy things precisely because he was extremely unlucky, rather than the filthy things causing him unluckiness.

There are ten types of people in the world who are predisposed to attracting ghosts and are easily targeted by filthy beings.

The first are those who are poor and sick.

The second are those who harm Yin De.

The third are those who commit nefarious deeds, causing guilt and the fear of retribution, they have a ghost in their heart, metaphorically speaking.

The fourth are those who disrespect ghosts and gods and speak out without respect.

The fifth are those who are insatiable and lustful, such people attract female ghosts who then consume their Yang energy and essence.

The sixth are those who drink heavily or abuse drugs; such people have weak Yang Fire.

The seventh are those who work in funeral homes or mortuaries in hospitals.

The eighth are those with outlandish attire and eccentric behavior. Like walking alone on a deserted road late at night, dressed in all red, these people can easily be mistaken as food by evil spirits. Secondly, those who whistle in secluded areas at night, can also easily attract ghosts.

The ninth are those who disrespect their parents.

The tenth type of person is one who has extremely poor luck, even drinking water could lead to choking.

Apparently, my future father-in-law falls into the tenth category.

But what’s strange is— his forehead is round and hair is glossy, the wealth and officialdom palace are average, but from his appearance, he should not be an unlucky person!

I wouldn’t say he’d live a life of massive wealth, but at least he could lead an average life.

Moreover, my future father-in-law’s Illness Palace is rich, signifying his body should be very healthy and indicating a long life.

So why is he so unlucky? And why is his face covered with misfortune?

Through careful observation, Huang Xiaolong made a shocking discovery!

My future father-in-law’s unluckiness was due to — his luck being forcibly snatched away by someone or something!

‘Oh boy…my future father-in-law seems to have offended some expert…hehehe, interesting…too bad, with me around…the being that’s stolen my future father-in-law’s fortune is about to face misfortune!’

Huang Xiaolong laughed lightly in his heart.

Seeing Huang Xiaolong remain silent, as if in deep thought.

Director Zheng nervously snorted, he couldn’t help mocking, “What a poser.”

Immediately, he directly told Mother Song, “Come, family member of the patient, come out with me, I have something to tell you.”

As he spoke, Director Zheng glanced meaningfully at Song Yuru.

“Okay, okay, Director Zheng… Just tell me whatever it is…” Mother Song followed Director Zheng out of the ICU while wiping her tears.

“Little Long… my dad’s injuries, you…can you cure them?” Song Yuru grabbed onto Huang Xiaolong, her eyes filled with tears, “Little Long, you must save my dad… weren’t you the one who said my dad is your future father-in-law? Little Long…you must figure out a way…now, I…I’m relying on you…”

Huang Xiaolong came back to his senses, wrapping his arm around Song Yuru in a comforting gesture, “My dear wife, don’t worry, your father’s injuries are not serious at all to me. I can treat them.”

However, Huang Xiaolong thought to himself, ‘The injury isn’t serious, but the fact that his luck has been stolen is. Treating the injury only solves the symptom, not the root cause. To completely cure him, I first need to reverse my future father-in-law’s luck, then find the mastermind who ruined his luck…’

“Little Long, are you telling the truth? Are you not just comforting me? Can you really cure my dad?” Song Yuru asked, tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at Huang Xiaolong.

“Yes, I can treat him. I’ll get started right away.” said Huang Xiaolong, rolling up his sleeves.