"Our son... he's recovered!"
Hearing this, the old man rushed inside in disbelief.
His son, who had been lying on the bed at death's door, was now sitting up.
A hint of color had returned to his pale face, as though he were a different person from before.
He opened his mouth and said, "Dad, I'm hungry."
The old man froze for a moment, then was overjoyed. "Good... good, good!"
He repeated the word several times. To him, being able to eat meant his son's illness had taken a turn for the better.
Watching their son gobble down his food, the two elderly parents could not stop smiling.
"Eat, have some more!"
The old man said, "The immortal must have shown his power. He must be watching over Hu'er."
His wife beside him said, "What immortal? A blind physician came by today."
"A blind physician?" the old man asked in confusion.
"Yes, after you went to the temple, a blind physician came to our house asking for a cup of water.
"Who knew that after drinking his tea, he would start treating our son?
"Before long, our son was better. He even left a prescription."
The old man frowned, then realized something a moment later.
The blind man he had met at the temple not long ago surfaced in his mind.
He recalled the man's parting words: "Though no one knows your good deeds, Heaven knows the virtue you sow."
He hurriedly checked the man's appearance with his wife. It matched perfectly.
That wasn't right!
When he had headed down the mountain, that blind physician had still been up there.
Yet according to his wife, the blind physician had left their home over an hour ago.
He calculated the travel time. Even on horseback, the man could not have made