"Uncle, believe it or not, that's the next best thing to me. The most important thing now is how you should handle Secretary Huang's funeral affairs."
Seeing that Zeng Tianhua was still very hesitant, Yang Zimei could only say:
"Niuniu, are you sure this is really going to happen?"
"Um."[
"Then I'll discuss it with him first. The fact is..."
Zeng Tianhua didn't know how to explain his mood at this time.
On the one hand, he has not been able to wake up from the shock of Yang Zimei's identity as a fortune teller. On the other hand, in his subconscious, he has already believed what Yang Zimei said.
He returned to the ward. Huang Huasen had already woken up. He looked at him weakly and asked, "Teacher Zeng, how am I doing now?"
Zeng Tianhua looked at him a little sadly.
Huang Huasen is only in his forties and is in the prime of his life. If, as Yang Zimei said, he cannot survive tomorrow night, it will be a great pity.
The relationship between the two of them is deep, they are both teachers and friends, and they support each other to this day.
Now, he, a man with white hair, wants to give away a man with black hair!
Thinking of this, his heart ached.
Seeing his heavy and sad face, Huang Huasen naturally guessed that his situation was not optimistic.
"Teacher Zeng, tell me, I want to know something about myself."
Huang Huasen's heart calmed down instead, and he looked at Zeng Tianhua with an air of waiting for destiny.
"Watson, do you believe in fortune telling?"
Zeng Tianhua asked.
Huang Huasen didn't understand why he suddenly asked this, but he nodded, "I believe it. Last year, I went to Thailand and met a master. He said that I would have a life and death disaster this year. I didn't believe it at first, but now I see
Come, I must believe it."
"My Niuniu just told me that she is also a fortune teller. She said you..."
Zeng Tianhua looked at Huang Huasen and couldn't bear to say this cruel thing, worried that he wouldn't be able to bear it.
"Does it mean that I am in danger of life and death? Is it true that I can't escape the hand of fate? All my years of hard work have been in vain in the end."
Huang Huasen's tone was a little sad.[
"Don't believe Niuniu either. How can a child know anything?"
Zeng Tianhua hurriedly comforted him.
"No, when I first saw your Niuniu, I felt that she had a very strange magnetic field. Her eyes were very different from others. They were like the master I met in Thailand last year. She seemed to be able to see through
Like a soul. If she says I can't escape, I believe her."
Huang Huasen said in a gloomy and sad tone.
Zeng Tianhua fell into silence.
Didn't he feel something special about Yang Zimei?
"Teacher Zeng, please ask your Niuniu to come over. I have something to say to her."
Huang Huasen thought for a while and said.
Zeng Tianhua called Yang Zimei and told her the location of the ward.
Yang Zimei drove over in a hurry.
"Niuniu, don't you have medical skills? Can you help Watson take a look? Maybe acupuncture treatment has a certain effect." Zeng Tianhua saw her and remembered that she helped Song Xuan treat blood cancer, and said with a glimmer of hope.
Yang Zimei smiled bitterly, "Uncle, Secretary Huang has been chosen by the God of Death. I cannot compete with the God of Death."
Except for her master, she would never change her fate for anyone, let alone Huang Huasen, who was neither a relative nor an acquaintance.
He is different from Song Xuan.
Song Xuan suffers from cancer, but it is just a major disaster. He does not have the same bad luck as Huang Huasen. She can help treat it.
And Huang Huasen is a person who has truly reached her end of life, so she will not be so stupid as to offend the God of Death.
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[Some children are asking about the case of the bodyless ghost in Huangcun. Don’t worry, Xixi has not forgotten this case, because this case is related to the following things, and will be explained later, hehe.]
