Chapter 1800: One Good Deed a Day

"I have also been fighting against cancer all these years. Although it is very painful, my physical condition is still quite good, and I also believe that one day, I will definitely be able to defeat the Demon of illness," An'er said with full confidence.

"You seem to have a lot of confidence in yourself," Chen Yu smiled. "This is an incurable disease. Even in developed countries, they are powerless against this illness; they can only extend your life, but they cannot cure your disease."

"Because I believe in Buddha, I believe that for someone who does one good deed a day, the Buddha will surely protect me," An'er said firmly.

Then he looked at Chen Yu with a burning gaze: "Do you... have any good treatment methods for my illness?"

"Yes, of course I do," Chen Yu nodded. "I can make your illness get better very quickly, and I can make you the same as a normal person."

"This gentleman, is what you said true?" An'er was both surprised and delighted.

He almost cried out, because he believed that the person before him was his benefactor.

"Of course it is true, but why should I help you?" Chen Yu sneered. Even if this guy was a bit better than the other two, it could not change his essence; Chen Yu had no obligation to help him.

"No one can refuse Mr. An'er." A bodyguard rushed out, pointed at Chen Yu with a fierce look, and said, "You will pay the price for your arrogance."

"Daoqi, shut up." An'er was furious and hurriedly stopped his bodyguard.

But Chen Yu no longer intended to be polite to this guy. He raised his head, stared at the bodyguard, and then said indifferently, "I really don't like you. Being someone's dog is not your fault, but coming out to bite people indiscriminately is your wrong."

Chen Yu swept a sharp gaze over, and the bodyguard let out a muffled groan. His body flew backward rapidly, flying a full seven or eight meters away, and then he fell to the ground with a thud.

The remaining bodyguards quickly drew the guns in their hands and aimed them at Chen Yu, but with a wave of Chen Yu's right hand, all the bodyguards stood stiffly on the spot, unable to move at all.

"Stop, all of you stop," An'er shouted angrily.

Actually, whether his subordinates stopped or not was no longer important, because these subordinates, without exception, were all pinned there and could not move at all.

"I'm sorry, sir. I apologize to you on behalf of my subordinates. Please forgive their rudeness," An'er hurriedly stood up and apologized to Chen Yu in person.

"Forget it, these people are not worth me taking action. If I really wanted to kill them, do you think they would still have the chance to stand before you now?" Chen Yu glanced at An'er and said indifferently.

"Of course, if you wanted their lives, sir, it would just be a matter of a single thought. I thank you, sir, on their behalf for the grace of not killing them," An'er apologized repeatedly.

"Forget it, I don't want to haggle with you either. Stay away from me; otherwise, I can't guarantee that my temper will always stay this good," Chen Yu glanced at him.

"Yes, understood. I will have them leave immediately. I guarantee they won't dare to harass you again, sir, I promise," An'er nodded, then reached out and waved his subordinates away.

"Sir, may I ask your surname?" After An'er waved these people away, he could not suppress the curiosity in his heart and asked, "I have always liked dealing with Huaxia people, so..."

"My name is Chen Yu. You don't like dealing with Huaxia, but rather you heard that Huaxia people can cure your disease, right?" Chen Yu raised his head and glanced at him. "Am I right?"

"This..." An'er was slightly stunned, then said respectfully, "To tell you the truth, there is indeed a high monk, who can be considered my master. He told me that one day I would meet a Huaxia person, and he would be my benefactor."

"He could directly cure my disease, and he would be able to tell at a glance that I was suffering from a terminal illness. Mr. Chen, just now you directly said I was suffering from a terminal illness, so I..."

"So you think I am your benefactor?" Chen Yu glanced at him and said indifferently.

"Yes, that is exactly what the master said. I believe that what he said can absolutely not be wrong, so I beg Mr. Chen to please save me," An'er said in a pleading tone.

"I do not belong to the Buddhist school," Chen Yu said leisurely. "The Dao I belong to emphasizes predestined affinity. There is simply no predestined affinity between you and me, so there is no such thing as saving or not saving, understand?"

"This..." An'er was extremely embarrassed. He paused and said, "Mr. Chen, if you have any requirements, you can feel free to bring them up. I will definitely satisfy your wishes."

"No requirements. The only requirement is for you to stay away from me now," Chen Yu said. "As for the matter of saving you, it depends on my mood, and also on your performance."

"What kind of performance would Mr. Chen like me to have?" An'er asked cautiously.

"Some things are meaningless once said. How to perform depends on yourself," Chen Yu glanced at him, stopped paying attention to him, and then closed his eyes.

Soon the plane took off. Chen Yu sat in business class. Perhaps because of Chen Yu, An'er's attitude was very respectful. He drove all his bodyguards to the economy class in the back, wanting to have some alone time with Chen Yu to facilitate getting closer to him.

But Chen Yu's attitude toward him was always lukewarm, because Chen Yu knew what he wanted. For people with such strong ulterior motives, Chen Yu generally kept his distance.

After An'er curried favor a few times, he became a bit discouraged because Chen Yu always maintained an indifferent attitude toward him.

However, thinking that his life was in Chen Yu's hands, no matter how bad Chen Yu's attitude toward him was, this guy still would not give up.

This plane was a large aircraft, and the business class was very large and very luxurious. Besides Chen Yu, there was also a girl and an old man. This old man was dressed in a long robe with a full head of silver hair; although he was advanced in age, he looked full of vigor.

Especially his complexion, which was very ruddy, looking even better than the complexion of an average young person.

One could tell at a glance that this old man was someone who understood the art of nourishing life. If nothing else, one could see his extraordinary nature from his Appearance.

Conversely, the girl beside him was somewhat inferior in health. Her complexion was pale, she looked listless, and her eyes seemed to lack luster; the whole person looked lifeless.

However, although she was haggard, it still could not hide her beautiful face. Her illness instead added a trace of sickly beauty, giving people a feeling of great pity.

Throughout the journey, it was this old man who took care of the girl; it was quite obvious that they were grandfather and granddaughter.

The old man understood Medicine. Whenever the girl had a shortage of breath or difficulty breathing, the old man would take out needles to perform Acupuncture on her.

"Qing'er, are you feeling better?" After finishing the Acupuncture, the old man removed the needles and asked with concern.

"Grandfather, I am much better. Don't worry, I am a member of the Xia Family; it is not that easy for me to die," the girl called Qing'er smiled slightly.