Chapter 1594: 1543 Looking with the Heart…… Mistook the Person

This must be Master Yan; Zheng Ren took a close look, and though he couldn't recall what people looked like, he thought he resembled Chu Huainan a bit.

Both are thin and withered, both wear traditional Chinese cross-collared clothing, giving an old-fashioned air.

But considering Master Yan is over eighty, such a demeanor is appropriate. Chu Huainan dressing this way seems a bit old-fashioned.

"Boss Zheng, your reputation precedes you." Master Yan smiled slightly, rose from his chair, stared straight ahead, his eyes seeming able to see into one's heart.

Zheng Ren chuckled, about to say a couple polite words, then suddenly felt something odd.

Master Yan's eyes are quite strange.

His pupils don't reflect light, a blank white—truly the look of a blind person. But……something's off.

Silence fell, the living room plunging into an awkward silence.

Chu Huainan smiled, about to speak, when Master Yan bowed and said, "Boss Zheng, accomplished at a young age—I admire you, I admire you."

The words were polite and proper, yet everyone present was stunned.

He was addressing Su Yun beside Zheng Ren, not Zheng Ren himself.

Sure enough, he's blind and can't see. Zheng Ren gave a faint smile, unbothered, and said, "You're too kind; I'm just healing the sick."

Master Yan treated Zheng Ren as if he were air, waving at Su Yun and saying, "Boss Zheng, please have a seat."

He continued speaking to Su Yun.

What's going on? Both Zheng Ren and Su Yun were puzzled.

"Master Yan, are you speaking to me?" Su Yun, finding the situation strange, asked.

"Yes." Master Yan smiled slightly and said, "Although my eyes can't see the colorful world, my heart is still bright."

"……"

"……"

Chu Huainan furrowed his brows.

There must be some misunderstanding; how could Master Yan mistake Su Yun for Zheng Ren?

"I specialize in reading qi. It's not done with the eyes, but with the heart." Master Yan was gentle, lacking the confrontational stance Su Yun had imagined.

But he mistook the person at first sight—is that really alright?

One ought to wait for an introduction when meeting someone new, yet the old man confidently bowed and spoke, ignoring Zheng Ren's remark outright.

This confidence reminded Su Yun of the boss.

"Five colors blind the eyes, five sounds deafen the ears, five flavors delight the mouth, racing and hunting madden the heart, rare goods hinder conduct." Master Yan laughed and said, "My eyes may be blind, but my heart can still see."

Zheng Ren was speechless—just that?

Even the thick‑sksued Su Yun felt a bit embarrassed, scratching his head—returning the salute wasn't right, not returning it wasn't either.

He wanted to say something, but for a moment didn't know what to say.

Sensing the atmosphere was off, Master Yan blinked slightly; the young man behind him leaned in and whispered, "Master, that guy over there seems to be Boss Zheng."

Master Yan's body stiffened a fraction, his head twitched, his blank white eyes fixed on Zheng Ren—as if he could actually see him.

"Master Yan," Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Bowing with clasped hands—this ritual feels overly antiquated, and Zheng Ren isn't used to it.

"Please sit, please sit," Song Ying stepped in to smooth things over.

Master Yan looked somewhat taken aback; his withered face, like old tree bark, twitched twice, he said nothing and sat down.

"Master Yan, this time…," Song Ying laughed, "This is Boss Zheng, and this is his assistant, Su Yun."

After Song Ying's introduction, Su Yun suddenly asked, "Master Yan, why did you think I was the boss?"

Master Yan wasn't embarrassed; he merely looked puzzled at Su Yun, as if he didn't understand.

After a few breaths, he sighed and said, "Boss Zheng, are you joking with me?"

"……"

Su Yun truly didn't know why Master Yan was so certain he was Zheng Ren.

That guy is so ugly—could my looks have declined lately?

No way.

My looks are peerless; even a blind person could tell……Right! It must be Master Yan judging me by my looks to decide I'm the boss.

Hmm, indeed my looks are peerless—even a blind person can see it. Looks like I'll need to wear a mask next time I go out; one layer won't suffice, two layers won't block my peerless appearance.

"My qi‑reading technique is peerless. Boss Zheng, you have a vigorous heroic aura atop your head that I can't miss." Master Yan frowned.

Zheng Ren shrugged, feeling these fortune‑tellers and feng‑shui guys do have some skill.

Song Ying could calculate that she was her only hope of survival, which is strange. And Master Yan, after "seeing" her, insisted Su Yun was the one.

Without the Big Pig Trotter, his judgment would have been correct.

It seems their cultivation isn't high enough to perceive the Big Pig Trotter.

"Sorry, Master Yan." Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren, blinked, and smiled, saying to Master Yan, "I was just joking earlier; please don't take offense."

"No problem, no problem." Master Yan smiled slightly, and a purple‑sand pot appeared in his palm.

"May I ask, Boss Zheng, how did you help that little girl Song Mie survive the tribulation? Heavenly tribulation is hard to pass; a glance would normally draw a backlash, yet you were fine. Truly strange, truly strange."

"Just a patient." Su Yun found it amusing and began role‑playing.

Chu Huainan and Song Ying exchanged bewildered glances, both feeling they didn't understand.

Master Yan said his eyes don't work, but walking and observing people aren't affected. They never expected such a misunderstanding after meeting.

"A patient?" Master Yan pondered.

"Yes, placental allergy. The child, though premature, just needed to stay in an incubator for a while after birth." Su Yun said convincingly.

"That's a demon fetus."

"Master Yan, there's a saying I'm not sure whether to utter." Su Yun, deeply in character, solemn expression, bowed with clasped hands.

But it's fine to say.

Doctors have a parent's heart. We're just treating illnesses and saving people; there's nothing wrong with that, right? The child is still in the womb, yet you keep calling it a demon fetus; no matter how you hear it, it just feels inappropriate.

"Impudent!" the youth shouted in a low voice.

"It's fine." Master Yan waved his hand and said: "It's just a saying; the demon fetus only hinders Song Moè, and has nothing to do with the world."

"Hmm, that patient has already been cured." Su Yun said: "You actually have a bit of a problem; do you need treatment?"

I was just joking; my eyes covet heavenly secrets, and the backlash caused my blindness. As for Western medicine, I've also tried it, went…… He said, and Master Yan paused slightly.

Johns Hopkins Hospital.

"Hmm, according to your terms, it should be a hospital ranked very high in the world. But what about the results? It's still ineffective." Master Yan laughed and said: "It's all fate."

Speaking, he felt a slight headache and gently rubbed his temples with his left hand.

"Master Yan, I've learned massage; let me try?" Zheng Ren, seeing his movement, felt his heart stir and suddenly said.