Chapter 1989: and translation of chapter title

Speaking, the carefree and content Wang Daoshi became like a different person, head down, muttering self-reproach to himself.

Everyone says paternal love is like a mountain; seeing Wang Daoshi's emotional change, Zheng Ren felt somewhat moved.

"Brother Wang, let's get down to business." Su Yun asked: "What exactly do you want from my boss?"

One sentence pulled Wang Daoshi's thoughts back to reality.

He raised his head, eyes full of hope, and said: "I inquired with my fellow Daoists from the south; they said this matter can be resolved, and we need to find Master Yan."

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Zheng Ren and Su Yun both stared for a moment.

Is that bathhouse scrubber Master Yan really that formidable?

Usually, there was nothing special about him.

Having interacted twice, he seemed no different from an ordinary old man, except perhaps a bit healthier.

"I'm just a rustic wanderer; I couldn't possibly speak to Master Yan. I'd like to ask for his help, but I can't. However, I heard that Master Yan's recent heavenly punishment was cured by Boss Zheng of 912."

What comes next, Wang Daoshi didn't say, but Zheng Ren understood.

But when one's life is hanging by a thread, not going to see a doctor but instead seeking Master Yan, who can't even cure his own illness— isn't that nonsense?

Wang Daoshi looked at Zheng Ren, worried he would refuse.

To ask Master Yan for help would be a huge favor, but I have hardly any connection with Boss Zheng……

Fortunately, I've done no wrongdoing these many years, and my relationship with Director Pan of Hai Cheng is good. I only hope, I only hope that, as Director Pan said, Boss Zheng is his own child.

With just a word from Director Pan, Boss Zheng might agree.

Thinking this, Wang Daoshi turned his gaze to Director Pan, his eyes full of pleading.

"Zheng Ren, what's the deal with Master Yan?" Director Pan asked.

Zheng Ren was about to speak when Su Yun took over the conversation.

In a few minutes, he laid out the events concerning Master Song and Master Yan clearly and dramatically.

Director Pan listened, stunned.

His own child went out to make his way for over half a year— how did he stir up so much trouble?!

Director Pan felt proud and pleased, the smile on his face impossible to hide.

"Zheng Ren, are you familiar with Master Yan? Ask him what to do." Director Pan said.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren nodded, "I'll make a call, but I feel that Wang Daoshi's child's matter is just an illness, without all those strange theories."

One sentence lifted Wang Daoshi up, then slammed him down, like riding a roller coaster.

Zheng Ren didn't say much more, took out his phone, found Master Yan's number, and dialed. He casually turned on the speakerphone, lest Wang Daoshi, in his agitation, suffer a surge of anger.

This person is not bad; Zheng Ren still appreciates him.

Director Pan, I, and Su Yun heal people directly— saving lives and healing wounds is a doctor's duty. Wang Daoshi, however, heals in another way, also worthy of respect.

Zheng Ren expressed his stance through concrete actions.

"Boss Zheng!" came a surprised and delighted young voice from the other end of the phone.

"Oh, is Master Yan in?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Master is taking a bath; I'll go call him right away."

"No rush, don't get chilled."

But there was no reply from that end; faintly came the young man's excited shouts and an old man's scolding.

Wang Daoshi stared blankly at Zheng Ren; the legendary Master Yan is a senior expert— how could he be so familiar with young Boss Zheng?

They say the land of China hides dragons and crouches tigers, and indeed it's true— even a place like Hai Cheng could produce an expert like Boss Zheng.

"Boss Zheng, it'd be better if you came to see me directly; why call when there's nothing to see?" Soon, an old yet eager voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Master, dry your hair, don't get chilled."

Zheng Ren gave a bitter smile, faintly seeing how disheveled Master Yan appeared on the other end of the phone.

"Master Yan, I have a matter to trouble you with." Zheng Ren didn't beat around the bush, even skipping necessary pleasantries, and got straight to the point.

"Ha!" Master Yan laughed loudly, "Boss Zheng also has a request for me— how rare, how rare. Just say it; I'll certainly not refuse what I can do."

Zheng Ren briefly recounted Wang Daoshi's matter.

Wang Daoshi also didn't expect that this young Boss Zheng would be so familiar with Master Yan, who is like an earthly immortal; his hope greatly increased.

After Zheng Ren finished speaking, the other end fell silent for a moment. Zheng Ren wasn't in a hurry; instead, he sat at the table, looking at his phone, his mind seemingly pondering something.

One minute later, Master Yan said: "Boss Zheng, this is getting interesting."

"Oh?"

"Where are you?" Master Yan asked, not saying anything else first.

"I'm in Hai Cheng; I'll return to Di Du tomorrow."

"Then I'll come straight to you; it has nothing to do with the child's matter. My heavenly punishment you can cure— this little ailment is nothing for you." Master Yan laughed heartily, "I knew you were a person of great fortune; I want to find the one beside you."

"What is it?" Zheng Ren said, a bit cautious.

"Ancient texts… never mind, you don't believe in this, so I won't belabor it." Master Yan said, "Boss Zheng, let's meet in Di Du! By the way, have that Daoist beside you come see me."

Master Yan's tone with Zheng Ren was polite, but when it came to others, it completely changed.

Words like condescending and overbearing could be used.

Zheng Ren glanced at Wang Daoshi, saw him nodding repeatedly, then smiled and said: "I'm heading back tomorrow; how about we meet tomorrow night?"

"Good, it's settled!" Master Yan said, "Boss Zheng, you don't need to pay the consultation fee I took last time; this time I've prepared some good things for you."

"Fine, we'll talk more tomorrow." Zheng Ren said, then hung up the phone.

Wang Daoshi stared, dumbfounded.

Originally, I thought Boss Zheng had gained Master Yan's favor, enough to speak with him. Even if one could persuade Master Yan to act, one would have to beg humbly.

Now looking, it's not that simple to have a say.

Yan Master wanted to come over to deliver money, but Zheng Lao Ban didn't want it; this was him going to get something good. In his last words, there was a hint of trying to please.

"Wang Ge, Yan Master says I'm fine, are you interested?" Zheng Ren hung up the phone, asking with a chuckle.

"Then thank you, Zheng Lao Ban." Wang Daoshi let out a breath.

He had no Doubt, and he fully believed the "advice" of Yan Master, whom he had never met and only heard over the phone.

Zheng Renye also had some doubts; could it be that this person, who has lived in seclusion in the deep mountains for years, has no guard against people at all?

Seems not either. Forget it, it's better not to speculate about people; asking about the condition is more practical.

"Wang Ge, tell me about your son's condition." Zheng Ren began the consultation.

"There's nothing else wrong; at first his throat felt a bit Uncomfortable, went to the school doctor who diagnosed it as pharyngitis, prescribed some medicine, but it got worse the more he took."

The school doctor...... Zheng Ren was speechless.