Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

Here, He Qingyu left Duan's father and Mrs. Duan alone and informed them of Duan Tinghan's condition.

The clear, warm yellow sunlight shone into the tea table through the half-open window, with leaf-shaped spots of sunlight, just reflected on the man's bony hands.

He was holding a cup of tea, the aroma of tea was wafting in the air, his cold face was half-hidden in the mist, and only his eyes, which were slightly meaningful, could be seen clearly.

"Congenital deficiency is a symptom of premature birth."

"In addition to the accumulation of toxins over the years, my legs are now disabled. If I don't get treatment, I'm afraid I won't live for more than half a month."

Before he could finish, Madam Duan denied it with red eyes, her tone was urgent, but she tried her best to be respectful: "Master He, my son was born at the age of one month old, how could he be suffering from deficiency disease?"

And that poison!

Mrs. Duan didn't know what she was thinking about, and a gloomy look flashed across her eyes.

In the early years, Duan's father had a very favored concubine, but she was such a daring bitch that she dared to poison and harm the eldest son!

Although Duan's father later took charge of treating her, the accumulated poison still remained in Duan Tinghan's body, and no matter how many famous doctors were found, it was difficult to cure it.

She was already pregnant when she gave birth to Duan Tinghan. She thought that her eldest son was smart and had a stable position in the mansion, so there was no need to worry even if he was a little weak. However, she didn't expect that just this little carelessness would lead to the situation like this.

Duan Tinghan, who was only five years old at the time, was brutally tortured to such an extent that Mrs. Duan felt as if the sky was falling.

Fortunately, Duan's father always stood by her side and resisted the pressure from the old lady. In the end, it was also her old friend before she got married. The fourth prince's wife came forward and chose a child from her side branch to adopt for her.

If we were to say who Mrs. Duan is most grateful to, it would definitely be Father Duan and the Fourth Prince's wife.

One of them is her beloved husband, and the other is her confidant and good friend. The adopted child is even more sensible and filial, and is even better than the biological child.

Apart from Duan Tinghan's increasingly weak health, Mrs. Duan was simply living a happy life with no regrets.

Duan Tinghan's body could not bear it. In fact, the Duan family had already regarded the adopted youngest son as the heir, but they kept it a secret because they were afraid that he would be sad.

It is said that the Valley of Divine Medicine only accepts people with predestined relationships for treatment. Every year they bring Duan Tinghan here to try their luck, but they have never succeeded.

I had already accepted my fate, and this time I was thinking of giving it one last try.

Unexpectedly, when they reached the foot of the mountain, they were shrouded in a layer of white fog. After walking forward a few steps in a daze, they arrived at an invisible obstacle. Before they could touch it, they were swept in.

Hence the current situation.

"The one suffering from the deficiency is naturally someone else." Being interrupted, He Qingyu just took a sip of tea with a calm expression, "It's just that the fate has been changed. Your Excellency is suffering for someone else."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Duan's face turned pale and she screamed, "What?!"

The voice was really loud. Boss He, who rarely communicated with outsiders for many years, was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat and he almost spilled the tea in his hand.

Thinking about what he was going to say next, He Qingyu pondered for half a second, decided to put down the teacup, and concentrate on popularizing science: "It can't be explained like this..."

"It should be said that your son's luck has been taken away by someone."

"From his facial features, he is obviously a very rare lucky child, but now he has fallen into a doomed death."

"Mrs. Duan, why don't you think about it? Has your son ever had a premature baby born on the same day and year?"

The stowaways seize fortune by replacing the son of fortune step by step over time, making him disappear among the crowd until he dies without any justification.

This time he was more direct. He wanted the enviable luck, and even replaced his own misfortune with the son of luck, letting the son suffer for him from the very beginning, and finally squeezing out all his value, without knowing the truth until his death.

He Qingyu sighed thoughtfully: "Those born prematurely are strong, while those born after a full moon are too weak to bear clothes..."

"You mean... someone deliberately harmed my son and even took away the fate that originally belonged to him?" Mrs. Duan's pupils shrank slightly, and almost instantly she thought of the premature baby that He Qingyu mentioned.

But...how could this be?

That child was the most well-behaved, and even when Han'er sought medical treatment this time, he was the most proactive...

There is no conflict of interest at all?

"enough!"

Mrs. Duan wanted to ask something, but the next second, Mr. Duan, who had been standing by silently, finally spoke.

The stern voice instantly calmed Madam Duan's restless heart: "Master He, we are only here to treat my son's illness. You also said that you can make my son recover. Why do you have to use these unfounded things to make things mysterious?"

"I know your abilities and I respect you, but please don't make such jokes again."

Most people, upon hearing such an answer, would probably be first reacted with shock and doubt.

But seeing Mr. Duan's face turned pale and he was eager to deny it, He Qingyu raised his eyelashes, stared at him with his dark eyes, and understood instantly.

Mr. Duan is an insider.

Or maybe... I had guessed it the moment he said it.

Thinking that the stepson and Duan's father were related by blood, He Qingyu was rarely shocked.

The son of the mistress returned from the dead as a stepson, added the status of the second legitimate son and gained the love of the whole family, successfully replacing the eldest legitimate son.

The unsuspecting mistress of the house treated the mistress's and her husband's child as her own, and loved him almost as much as her own son.

Or rather...it has already been surpassed.

I haven't been out of society for a long time. I didn't expect that today's society has become so chaotic?

He Qingyu secretly took note of this wonderful ethical story and would tell it to his good disciples after class.

The heart is full and the expression is calm.

He Qingyu stared at the man for a moment, without showing any emotion, and said, "Why are you arguing with me here?"

"Whether it is or not, you all have your own opinion in your mind."

He Qingyu's gaze swept back and forth between the two of them, and finally fixed on the slightly flustered face of Duan's father. His eyes were dark, as if he could see through all surfaces and disguises, and perceive the hidden truth, which made Duan's father feel a chill in his heart.

Thinking of the strangeness of Sun Moon Valley, Father Duan clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves into fists, and his whole body revealed a tense and defensive state.

With just one glance, he could see through everything he had concealed. There had never been a more clear moment than this for Father Duan to realize that the Sun Moon Valley was definitely not an existence he could afford to provoke!

Fortunately, He Qingyu's gaze did not stay on him for too long. He said in a cold voice, "It's still early. You can visit the valley at will. Please make your own way."

This is said in a very literary way, and the core meaning is: If you two must deceive yourselves, then don't come to me to seek a sense of existence. Believe it or not, just get away.

Although he was chasing people away, Mr. Duan still breathed a sigh of relief.

He took Madam Duan, who was still shocked by the news, and left.