Or Perhaps It Was Fate

When fate is sealed, one encounters a quack doctor; when one's heart is corrupt, one encounters a wicked teacher.

Good advice is hard to persuade a person who has suffered great injustice, but good deeds can help those who are destined to be saved.

Rice Steamed Cornbread: "Teacher Yang, I can give you the money. Because I consulted Teacher Yi, and he also charges a fee. One set of numerology costs one thousand yuan! I can also give you one thousand yuan, but I hope you can give me the truth about how effective it really is!"

Su Ziyang initially thought that this Rice Steamed Cornbread was just a trick on him.

Who knew that Rice Steamed Cornbread would send Su Ziyang so many screenshots?

Every time Rice Steamed Cornbread) consulted this Teacher Yi about the symbolic number method, it was always via cash transfer.

It started at 200 yuan.

Seeing this 200 yuan, Teacher Yi said, "You think you can cure cancer with 200 yuan?"

Then the Rice Steamed Cornbread immediately spun 800, and only then did Teacher Yi give the Rice Steamed Cornbread a string of numbers.

As of today, Teacher Yi has once again stabbed Su Ziyang in the buttocks with a knife, which has broadened his horizons.

Previously, Su Ziyang thought potato chips were the most amazing thing because even the air inside them could be sold for money.

But as of today, Su Ziyang has discovered that Teacher Yi is even more impressive than potato chips, selling a string of numbers for 1000 yuan!

Then Su Ziyang pulled up another picture and stabbed his buttocks again with a small knife.

This Rice Steamed Cornbread told Teacher Yi, "My mom is in a lot of pain and can't sleep at night because of the pain."

Then Teacher Yi's answer was, "This is breaking through a barrier after using numerology!"

What stage are we going to reach with Rice Steamed Cornbread?

What does it mean to break through a barrier?

Teacher Yi simply stopped replying.

Much later, Teacher Yi finally sent a message about Rice Steamed Cornbread.

Why did I reply? Because Rice Steamed Cornbread transferred another 1000 yuan to Teacher Yi, and then asked me what to do if my mother wasn't eating.

After receiving the money, Teacher Yi gave him another string of numbers.

Shocked, Su Ziyang read through the entire chat history between Teacher Yi and Rice Steamed Cornbread.

Thus, Su Ziyang, who was good at summarizing, came to two conclusions.

First, the person Rice Steamed Cornbread is simple-minded.

Secondly, Teacher Yi has a knack for making money!

This has made Su Ziyang want to frantically sell numbers in the group, but he wonders if Mr. Mengfei and Daoist Jin would break his legs if they found out.

The thought of several people whose combined age was nearly two hundred years old beating him up with dark faces sent chills down Su Ziyang's spine!

"Teacher Yang, can you give me a heads-up? Just how good is Teacher Yi really?"

Seeing that Su Ziyang hadn't spoken for a while, Rice Steamed Cornbread asked again.

I really don't know!

Su Ziyang sent a laughing-crying emoji.

"But I still advise you to find a reputable hospital or a local traditional Chinese medicine practitioner for treatment; that would be better than simply resorting to this Bagua Image-Number Therapy!"

"Hi! I meant to go to the hospital, but my sister is a follower of this Teacher Yi. I don't believe in him, which is why my sister added me to this group! I still don't believe that a string of numbers can cure my mother's cancer; I'd kowtow to him if I could!"

Oh!

At this point, Su Ziyang finally understood. It turned out that the Rice Steamed Cornbread's head wasn't stupid; it was its Rice Steamed Cornbread sister, the small rice bun's head, that was stupid.

"Alright. Thank you very much anyway!"

"You're welcome!"

Having said that about Rice Steamed Cornbread, Su Ziyang assumed the matter was over.

At the same time, I instantly lost interest in the Bagua Image-Number Therapy group.

It may have had its uses, but now it has become a tool for someone to swindle money.

If your treatment were truly effective, charging more money wouldn't matter at all. But the patient's condition is getting worse; from the initial onset of the illness to now being bedridden and unable to eat or drink, the condition is clearly deteriorating.

But you still take their money and tell them to "break through a barrier." Break through what barrier? Break through the gates of hell???

Isn't this just a complete scoundrel?!

Su Ziyang originally intended to just leave the group and that would be the end of it.

Little did Su Ziyang know that when he opened the group, Teacher Yi was giving a lecture on the relationship between belief and Bagua Image-Number Therapy.

To summarize, it means that sincerity brings results, while insincerity brings no results. If you seek his treatment, stop all other treatments and unconditionally trust him.

Su Ziyang watched for a while, and the more he looked, the more absurd it seemed.

Just as Su Ziyang was about to leave the group, he received messages from both his fourth uncle Zhang Zhen and Rice Steamed Cornbread.

"Look at the message Teacher Yi just sent me!"

Rice Steamed Cornbread didn't dare to directly call Teacher Yi a fraud, but the meaning was quite clear.

After Su Ziyang opened the screenshot, he saw the text that Rice Steamed Cornbread had just used to question whether Teacher Yi's numerology method was actually effective.

Then Teacher Yi deflected the blame by saying that the Rice Steamed Cornbread didn't trust him, which was why the numerology wasn't working.

Only then did Su Ziyang realize that the reason why Teacher Yi talked about the relationship between beliefs and the Eight Trigrams trigrams and numbers in the group was because of Rice Steamed Cornbread.

Su Ziyang didn't know what to say about Rice Steamed Cornbread, so he opened his fourth uncle Zhang Zhen's messages again.

"Nephew, Ziyang, Ziyang Su Ziyang, did that guy 'Wowotou' in that group add you as a friend? Aren't you a traditional Chinese medicine doctor? Could you take a look at his mother? I think this Teacher Yi in this group seems to be a fraud, not very good! Please help her out! Please help her out!"

After hearing what his fourth uncle Zhang Zhen said, Su Ziyang was at a loss for words.

I haven't talked about Zhang Zhen in detail before. Zhang Zhen Chen has two characteristics: first, he's idle; second, he likes to meddle in other people's business.

Su Ziyang didn't know how his fourth uncle got to know this Rice Steamed Cornbread.

But it's obvious that his fourth uncle betrayed him!

Moreover, it's likely that this Rice Steamed Cornbread probably realized it was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.

Sure enough, just as Su Ziyang was about to reply to his fourth uncle's message, Rice Steamed Cornbread sent him a message: "That fourth brother in the group is your uncle. Your uncle said you are an exceptionally skilled traditional Chinese medicine doctor. Could you prescribe some Chinese medicine for my mother?"

Su Ziyang pondered for a while, then typed a few lines and sent them back to Rice Steamed Cornbread: "Firstly, online consultations are unsafe. I cannot be responsible for your mother's health. Secondly, without meeting in person, I cannot fully assess your mother's condition, so I cannot help you!"

"Are you afraid I'll try to extort you, Teacher Yang? This Teacher Yi cheated me out of four or five thousand yuan, and I didn't try to extort him. Do you think I would try to extort a legitimate TCM doctor like you?"

What Rice Steamed Cornbread said makes some sense.

Su Ziyang was about to decline again when his fourth uncle, Zhang Zhen, called.

"Yangyang, this person is from the Shandong, practically a fellow villager. See if you can help. If you can, please do so; saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda! Okay, give your fourth uncle some face! Please! Give your fourth uncle face, your fourth uncle has already promised him!"

Sometimes it's hard to understand the enthusiasm of Northeast China, especially a Northeast China who loves to meddle in other people's business and is unusually idle.

Su Ziyang sighed and reluctantly agreed.

Having agreed, Su Ziyang asked Rice Steamed Cornbread for a photo of her mother and a picture of her tongue coating.

Since pulse diagnosis is not possible, we will rely entirely on visual diagnosis: observing facial features and tongue coating.

Su Ziyang carefully examined the tongue coating of Rice Steamed Cornbread's mother and found that it was somewhat similar to the tongue coating of Xuhui's younger brother, Xuyang.

At that time, Xuyang was affected by some unseen and intangible negative energy, which caused this situation.

I wonder if the mother of this Rice Steamed Cornbread has experienced the same situation!

Thinking of Xuyang, Su Ziyang felt a pang of sadness again, as he was the one who had a comprehensive understanding of Xuyang's condition.

Later, Su Ziyang pondered Xuyang's condition day and night and realized that Mr. Mengfei seemed to have already determined that Xuyang was going to die, otherwise he wouldn't have left him there to suffer alone.

Of course, this is just Su Ziyang's guess and is not entirely certain.

Feeling that his illness was similar to Xuyang's, Su Ziyang sent Rice Steamed Cornbread a prescription, which was the prescription for treating cold in the lungs from the Treatise on Cold Damage.

After the recipe was sent out, the Rice Steamed Cornbread was very thorough in their execution.

Less than an hour later, he told Su Ziyang that he had started decocting the medicine.

An hour later, something else astonished Su Ziyang.

The Rice Steamed Cornbread had burned the medicine, turning it into a black, sticky mess that remained in the earthenware pot.

"Teacher Yang, can I still take this medicine?"

"No, no! Don't drink it! Burnt medicine is poisonous, throw it away immediately!"

Hearing that even Rice Steamed Cornbread would require the use of burnt medicine, Su Ziyang became so anxious that he sent a few voice messages.

Why weren't you watching the medicine? It burned!

"I'm taking care of my mom by myself. Her medicine was almost ready, but she said she wanted some water, so I walked away for five minutes. When I came back, the medicine was like this! I'll quickly wash the pot and brew another dose."

Rice Steamed Cornbread went to brew the medicine again, Su Ziyang suddenly felt a particularly uneasy feeling.

The scene of the gas stove failing to ignite when I was preparing medicine for Xuyang flashed before my eyes again.

Although it was just the medicine that got burnt this time, why does it have to be such a coincidence?

She wants to drink water now that her medicine is ready!

There is a predetermined fate in the universe.

This sentence popped into Su Ziyang's mind.

Sure enough, forty minutes later, Rice Steamed Cornbread sent over a video.

It's a video of him feeding his bedridden mother medicine. Logically speaking, when an adult is sick, the will to live would make them obediently take the medicine.

But the mother of the Rice Steamed Cornbread acted like a child throwing a tantrum. Not only did she refuse to take the medicine, she started yelling and cursing, saying the medicine tasted bad and was bitter! She refused to take it no matter what!

Ten minutes later.

"I'm so sorry, Teacher Yang. I've let you down. My mother absolutely refuses to take her medicine! I don't know what else to do. My uncle is coming tomorrow, and we'll take her to the provincial hospital. Thank you so much for your help! Thank you!"

You're welcome. Go to the hospital right away.

Su Ziyang didn't know what to say, so he could only reply with one sentence.

Su Ziyang never heard from that cornbread again until a year later.

I learned this news from my meddlesome fourth uncle!