Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

I put down my phone, looking completely puzzled.

Hua Zong didn't say much about the person he was going to meet, only that he would send a car to pick me and Fatty Lin up at four o'clock in the afternoon, and that I should prepare all the necessary equipment for the medical visit.

"You madman, what does Hua Laosan mean by this?"

Fatty Lin frowned.

"Who knows!"

I yawned, glanced at the time, and said, "It's just eleven o'clock, I'll sleep a little longer!"

"Sleep my ass, I'm hungry!"

Fatty Lin stretched and said, "Let's go downstairs and find something to eat!"

We went downstairs for a meal, and when we came back, there happened to be an empty spot on the second floor of the clinic, so my brother and I got a massage.

The massage therapist that Aunt Xiao found was very skilled, only slightly less skilled than me.

My brother and I took a nice nap, and when we woke up it was already three o'clock.

I got up, went back to the third floor to wash up and tidy up, and it was exactly 3:30.

After finishing packing, we waited a while longer before Mr. Hua's car arrived.

"Hua Zong!"

After getting on the bus, Fatty Lin and I greeted each other at the same time.

Don't be fooled by how Fatty Lin calls me "Third Brother Hua" when we're together; when we meet, he'll have to call me "General Manager Hua."

"Xiao Feng, Master Lin, we're really counting on you two this time!"

Hua Zong rubbed his temples and said.

"Boss Hua, are you going to treat someone's illness this time?" I asked.

When no one else is around, Hua always calls me Xiao Feng to show how close we are.

"It's not for treating illness!"

Mentioning this, Hua Zong's face darkened, and he said, "I'm going to see a traitor. I need to confirm his health condition!"

"Can't the hospital make a diagnosis?" I asked.

"That bastard, he's always been good at pretending. Even Old Liu couldn't be sure if he was actually sick!" Hua Zong cursed.

Lin and I exchanged a glance. Who on earth could make Hua Zong so angry?

As for Old Liu, I didn't pay much attention. For that kind of old man, stability is more important than anything else, and not making mistakes is the most important thing.

"Boss Hua, can I ask who this person is?" I asked after thinking for a moment.

"Wang Guang!" Hua Zong said.

"Wang Guang?"

I was a little surprised. Wang Guangke had ranked first on the rich list for two consecutive years, and his Guoguang Electric Appliances was famous throughout the country.

"That's him!"

After pondering for a moment, Hua Zong said, "You two have only one task today: help me determine whether he's faking illness!"

"good!"

Fatty Lin and I exchanged a glance and nodded.

Judging from Hua Zong's expression, he harbors a deep resentment towards Wang Guang!

Also, he just said that Wang Guang is a traitor. Does that mean Wang Guang is a member of the Hua family?

After thinking for less than ten minutes, we arrived at Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Wang Guang is currently recuperating in a VIP ward at Peking Union Medical College Hospital. When we arrived, a middle-aged woman with a worried look on her face greeted us, saying with a hint of gratitude, "President Hua, what brings you here? My husband is fine!"

This woman was none other than Wang Guang's wife, Huang Juan.

"If my own henchman is seriously ill and the boss doesn't come, won't people gossip about me behind my back?" Hua Zong said self-deprecatingly.

Upon hearing this, Huang Juan's expression froze for a moment, but she quickly recovered and said with a smile, "Third Master, look at what you're saying, who would dare to speak ill of you behind your back!"

In a single sentence, she changed her address for Hua Zong to Third Master.

"Third Master, what brings you here? I'm fine, nothing serious!"

As Hua Zong walked inside, they reached a ward where a middle-aged man in a hospital gown, his face pale, struggled to sit up. This man was Wang Guang.

"You're so sick, you can't even answer the phone, how could I not come!" Hua Zong said calmly.

"Alright, don't get up, just lie down!"

As he approached, Hua Zong pressed down on Wang Guang, who was still struggling to get an erection.

"That's right, Lao Wang, if you can't get up, then don't. Third Master isn't an outsider!" Huang Juan gently helped Wang Guang lie down again.

"hehe!"

Hua Zong smiled at Wang Guang and said, "Look how well your wife put it. I'm not an outsider. You, that's your problem—you always treat me like an outsider!"

From the moment Hua Zong arrived, every word he uttered was barbed.

"You treat me like an outsider, but I don't treat you like an outsider!"

Before Wang Guang could speak, Boss Hua pointed at me and Fatty Lin and said, "Look, as soon as I heard you were sick, I immediately brought people over to see you!"

"This is Master Feng, and this is Daoist Lin Xuanjing. They are both successors of Daoist medicine. A while ago, my little one was sick, and none of the doctors in the entire capital could cure him. Master Feng used a few acupuncture needles, and my little one got better!"

"Ah Guang, don't worry, Master Feng will definitely be able to cure the ailment with his acupuncture!"

At this point, Hua Zong looked at me and said, "Xiao Feng, isn't that right?"

"Third Master, saying that acupuncture can cure all diseases might be a bit of an exaggeration, but getting Mr. Wang to sit up is no problem!" I said in cooperation.

At this point, I have no choice but to stand firmly on Hua Zong's side.

"Xiao Feng is just being modest!"

Hua Zong nodded, then turned to Wang Guang and said, "Guang, with Xiao Feng here, you can rest assured!"

"Thank you, Third Master!"

Wang Guang forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and said to me, "Then I'll have to trouble Master Feng today!"

"Mr. Wang, shall we take his pulse first?" I asked.

"good!"

Mr. Wang nodded and laboriously extended his hand. Seeing this, his wife helped him roll up his sleeves.

I didn't say anything, I just went over and sat down, and put my hand on Mr. Wang's wrist.

"how?"

After more than a minute, seeing that I still hadn't spoken, Mr. Hua asked somewhat anxiously.

"Third Master, Mr. Wang's pulse is a bit strange. At first, his pulse was smooth and slippery, a slippery pulse!"

"But it can immediately become superficial and weak, and when pressed, it is called a soft pulse!"

"Logically speaking, these two situations shouldn't occur in the same person. That's really strange!"

I said, frowning.

"Can it be cured?" Hua Zong asked in a deep voice.

"It can be cured!"

I uttered two words.

"A single needle can cure the ailment!"

After I finished speaking, I added four more words.

"Okay, okay!"

Hua Zong said "good" three times, and the gloom between his brows dissipated.

Regarding this strange pulse, or rather, this pulse that is neither one thing nor the other, my grandfather once told me that it was either a rare disease or it was just an act.

Judging from what Hua Zong said on the way, and the couple's reaction after they came in, I think Wang Guang was probably faking it.

"Xiao Feng, Mr. Wang has a huge business empire, and the company can't function without him. You need to administer the acupuncture right away!"

Hua Zong said again.

"Why!"

I nodded, ignoring the increasingly grim expressions of Wang Guang and his wife, took out a needle case from the medicine box, and said to Wang Guang, "Mr. Wang, don't worry, I guarantee the needles will cure you!"

"good!"

Wang Guang forced out a smile that looked even uglier than if his own father had died, and nodded slightly.

I smiled back. If we're talking about which acupuncture technique is most effective for feigning illness, then it's definitely the Thirteen Ghost Needles.

One needle extinguishes the soul, two needles bring the soul back to life, three needles sever the soul.

Come on over!