Fourth Uncle Calls

"Master, if I said I'd lost my mind, would you... would you believe me?"

Su Ziyang looked at Yang Tianzheng with trepidation.

I believe you!

Yang Tianzheng nodded very calmly.

The next second, Yang Tianzheng slapped Su Ziyang on the head.

"I believe you, you old man!"

"Holy crap, someone killed someone! Someone killed someone!"

Su Ziyang let out a roar and dashed off.

"You're finished! You little brat." Yang Tianzheng pointed at Su Ziyang, who was hiding behind the door, only his eyes peeking out as he blinked at him.

"Master, I really didn't mean it, I just had a brain fart!"

Su Ziyang didn't dare to come over, afraid that Yang Tianzheng would beat him up again.

"You... never mind, I can't be bothered with you. Mengfei and the others will be back soon. You should hurry up and practice your Baguazhang. It'll come in handy later!"

Yang Tianzheng sighed as he looked at Su Ziyang, who was still being mischievous.

"What's the use, Master? I've never understood. Isn't this what my Master Jin taught me for self-defense? Why is it suddenly so strict? And why is it so secretive without telling me the reason!"

As soon as Su Ziyang heard Yang Tianzheng talking about serious business, he slipped out from the doorway.

"Don't ask! You'll find out when the time comes! I'm going back now. You should get some rest!"

Yang Tianzheng stopped joking with Su Ziyang, patted Su Ziyang on the shoulder, and went downstairs.

"What's going on? Why so mysterious? Ugh, these old men are so annoying."

Su Ziyang sat at the table, drinking tea in frustration.

"Forget it. There's always a way out, and where there's a road, there's a Toyota. I'm not going to think about it anymore!"

Su Ziyang shook his head, took out his notebook, and began to organize the techniques that Old Madam Liu had taught him today.

Su Ziyang had been taking notes diligently, and just as he finished and was about to take a break, his WeChat buzzed.

The contact person's name is Zhang Zhen.

Su Ziyang had to call Zhang Zhen his fourth uncle.

This generational order wasn't based on Su Ziyang's family hierarchy, but rather because Zhang Zhen was the Lao Si in his Zhang family, so he made Su Ziyang call him Fourth Uncle.

Zhang Zhen and Su Ziyang's father are friends, not the kind of fair-weather friends, but the kind of friends who connect through books, a true friendship between gentlemen.

Later, after Su Ziyang studied traditional Chinese medicine, Zhang Zhen clearly preferred it more. As a result, Zhang Zhen directly ignored Su Ziyang's father and switched to contacting Su Ziyang directly.

"Ziyang, are you busy?"

Zhang Zhen's unique voice, as if he always had phlegm in his throat, came through the phone.

"I'm not busy, what's wrong, Fourth Uncle?"

Su Ziyang immediately replied.

"My fourth uncle recently discovered something really cool, let me recommend it to you! It's awesome and incredibly fun!"

Zhang Zhen has the personality of a playful old man; he always chuckles when he speaks.

"What's fun?" Su Ziyang typed quickly.

"I'll add you to a group! Look, look! It's so much fun! You should learn from it. Then teach me, teach me!"

A moment later, Zhang Zhen added Su Ziyang to a group chat.

The group is called "QD Bagua Image-Number Therapy"

What is that?

Within five minutes of Su Ziyang joining the group, there were already fifty or sixty messages.

Su Ziyang began browsing what the people in the group were posting.

The group owner's name is Teacher Yi.

Teacher Yi is replying to many messages.

"Teacher Yi, what numbers should I use for insomnia?"

Teacher Yi replied with "160.000"

"Teacher Yi, what numbers should I use for dry and painful eyes?"

Teacher Yi replied with "030.260"

"Teacher Yi, what numbers should I use to sober up?"

Teacher Yi replied with "162000"

Su Ziyang fiddled with his phone for a long time, his head spinning.

What the hell is this?

Su Ziyang observed for a while longer and discovered that many people were seeking treatment.

The treatment method involves Teacher Yi replying with a string of numbers.

Could this string of numbers correspond to some special Chinese medicine? Is it because it's not allowed to be posted in the group, and a special code has been added?

Or some strange secret code?

"What is this thing, Fourth Uncle?!"

Su Ziyang stared at it for a long time but still couldn't understand what it meant, so he had no choice but to send Zhang Zhen a WeChat.

Zhang Zhen then called directly.

"Hey, Yang! Haha, miss your fourth uncle? Hurry up and call him! Hurry up!"

Zhang Zhen laughed heartily on the phone.

"Fourth Uncle, what are you doing? This is so weird. What's going on? What do those numbers they posted in the group mean? It's like a password! Do those numbers correspond to some kind of medicine? Or some strange thing?"

Su Ziyang got straight to the point.

"Don't you understand? A number is just a number. If you're sick, you just recite this string of numbers, and you'll get better!"

Zhang Zhen began to explain to Su Ziyang.

"..." Su Ziyang was speechless for a moment.

"Fourth Uncle, are you kidding me?!"

"You little brat. I'm your fourth uncle, what nonsense are you talking to me for! I'm telling the truth, I think it's quite interesting, I'll let you learn something!"

Zhang Zhen told Su Ziyang in a serious tone that he really wasn't joking with Su Ziyang.

"You're kidding! You're not that old to be easily fooled, how come you suddenly got so easily scammed! You!"

Su Ziyang firmly believed that this was a ridiculous and deceptive trick. How could someone get sick and be cured by reciting a string of numbers? This is utter nonsense!

"Damn, it's free! What's there to scam? It's a charity group. Check the group later, some people are saying it's very effective! Take a look yourself, I'll send you some learning materials later! Take a look first! If you think it's a scam, just take it as entertainment!"

After Zhang Zhen finished speaking, he hung up the phone. Immediately afterwards, Su Ziyang received a PDF document titled "Bagua Image-Number Therapy".

Before Su Ziyang could even look at the file after clicking to download, the group chat suddenly became lively again.

Zhang Zhen then sent another message: "Ziyang, look at this group admin, right? You don't even need to say what's wrong with you, and they already know! Take a closer look!"

Zhang Zhen's explanation became increasingly fantastical, while Su Ziyang's head spun with each word.

"Fourth Uncle, you're getting more and more outrageous! He can tell what illnesses people have just by fortune-telling!"

Based on Su Ziyang's current understanding, the only way to accurately diagnose someone's condition without actually seeing them is through divination.

"It's not divination; he has other supernatural powers! Take a look at the group yourself! I still haven't figured out what's going on with this person; he probably has some kind of supernatural ability!"

After listening to Zhang Zhen's words, Su Ziyang also became interested. So he clicked on the group called "QD Bagua Image-Number Therapy".

This person's online name is "A Delicate Flower," and their profile picture is an orchid.

Judging from the username and profile picture, this person should be a woman. Su Ziyang looked at this A Delicate Flower and said, "Group owner, I'm feeling a little unwell!"

At that moment, Teacher Yi immediately replied, "Do you have a headache and a cold back?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

A Delicate Flower quickly agreed!

Teacher Yi: "00000, recite quickly for 5 minutes."

The group fell silent once again...

Five minutes later, A Delicate Flower spoke up again, "Teacher Yi, you're amazing! After reciting for three minutes, I felt my whole body getting warm and I started sweating very quickly! Once I started sweating, my headache disappeared and my back stopped feeling cold!"

Holy crap! Really?! Is it that exaggerated?

Su Ziyang couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"See? Yang. This guy has that kind of ability! You should study him and find out what he's really made of!"

At that moment, Zhang Zhen suddenly sent another message.

Curiosity is the ladder that drives people to progress.

Su Ziyang also became interested at this point, and became even more interested in this Teacher Yi.

Teacher Yi: "Anyone who doesn't believe me, especially new members, just say something and tag me. I'll immediately tell you what's bothering you! If I can't pinpoint it, I'll disband the group myself!"

Lotus Flower: "Teacher Yi's abilities are evident to all. Teacher Yi, please don't say that! It's not worth getting angry with that person today."

It's clear that this Lotus Flower is a sycophant; as for whether the foot actually smells bad, we'll have to wait and see.

Listening to the Wind at the Window: "Hello, Teacher Yi! @Teacher Yi"

"You have cervical spondylosis, your mind is unclear, and you're confused!"

Teacher Yi immediately sent a message.

After about five minutes, the Listening to the Wind at the Window stopped talking. Teacher Yi seemed a little unhappy and tagged the Listening to the Wind at the Window.

Listening to the Wind at the Window then replied, "Sorry, teacher. Something came up. You're right! You're right!"

Monologue: "@Teacher Yi, good evening!"

Teacher Yi: "You have long-term indigestion, spleen and stomach problems, and your stools have been loose for a long time!"

"Yes, yes, yes!!! Please Teacher Yi, give me the numbers and help me!"

The Monologue was very excited and immediately gave a reply.

"Just keep repeating 380!"

After watching for a while, Su Ziyang realized that Teacher Yi had a bad temper and spoke very concisely, rarely saying more than a few words.

He has a bad temper because if he sends you a string of numbers and you don't reply to him promptly, he'll tag you and say you're ungrateful.

It's concise because he often types and sends out just a few words at a time.

Finally, unable to resist the urge to tag along, Su Ziyang also followed suit, tagging Teacher Yi and sending a "Good evening" message.

After Su Ziyang spoke, Teacher Yi did not immediately respond to Su Ziyang. Su Ziyang immediately began to wonder if those people were all hired actors to deceive people!

Quite some time passed before Teacher Yi finally replied to Su Ziyang, "Which school of thought do you belong to? Why are you trying to make fun of this old man!"

"???"

Su Ziyang's head was filled with question marks.

What the heck? Superpowers healing have turned into a martial arts genre?

Su Ziyang stared at his phone for a long time, then sent a message: "Teacher Yi, are you talking about me? I don't understand what you're saying! What do you mean?"

"Hmph! Don't pretend in front of me. You can stay in this group, and I won't kick you out. But if you dare to cause trouble, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Teacher Yi's words left Su Ziyang even more confused. Su Ziyang didn't dare to speak, took a sip of tea, and fell into deep thought as he looked at Teacher Yi's words.