"Ah!" the old woman cried out in alarm, staring at Zhen Yingjun in fear, though she did not dare talk back. She thought she had run into a hooligan; after all, she had met such unreasonable people before.

The old woman had no choice but to swallow her anger. She cast a resentful glance at Zhen Yingjun, lowered her head, and with faltering steps struggled to pick up the mineral water bottles and soft drink bottles scattered on the ground.

"Damn it, what rotten luck!" Zhen Yingjun casually tossed his own drink bottle in front of the old woman and said viciously, "Here, you trash picker!"

Gu Mengyao, Shen Yushu, and Wei Zhao had just stepped out of the billiard hall when they saw this from a distance. The eldest young lady frowned, finding Zhen Yingjun utterly hateful—how could he treat a vulnerable old woman like that?

Before the eldest young lady could speak, however, Shen Yushu was the first to protest: "Hey, you wretched creature, how can you be so wicked? Have you no decency at all? How can you treat this old granny like this? Can't you see her legs are bad and she is disabled?"

"Mind your own business!" Zhen Yingjun grew even angrier, thinking to himself that this girl was meddling in too many things. What did his kicking the old woman have to do with her?

"Will you never grow old and frail yourself? Can you guarantee you will never be disabled? If you were disabled and someone treated you like this, would you feel good about it?" Shen Yushu said with a snort.

It was only then that Wei Zhao realized Shen Yushu also had such a warmhearted side. She and the eldest young lady were both good people at heart.

"Hmph! I am the young master of a family with money to burn. Why would I ever go out picking through trash? Besides, I am perfectly healthy—how could I possibly become disabled? It makes no sense!" Zhen Yingjun said contemptuously.

"Plenty of things make no sense. Before today, had you ever seen a bouncy ball? In front of me—the supreme invincible beautiful young lady Shu—nothing is impossible!" Shen Yushu blinked and said, "Maybe in a little while you will end up just like that old granny, and her illness will have been transferred onto you! Right, Brother Arrow?"

"Psycho!" How could Zhen Yingjun possibly believe Shen Yushu's nonsense? He gave a displeased snort and turned to leave.

"Wait, how did your back get dirty?" Wei Zhao walked over and casually patted Zhen Yingjun. In the sunlight, a dazzling glint flashed across Wei Zhao's hand and vanished in an instant—the reflection of a silver needle in the sun.

"What do you mean?" Zhen Yingjun was taken aback. "What are you going to do?"

"Nothing. I was mistaken—it is this old granny who is dirty." Wei Zhao paid him no further attention. He turned and walked over to the old trash picker, casually pricked the silver needle into the old woman a few times, then withdrew it.

All this happened in an instant. Zhen Yingjun paid it no mind at all, but Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu were both slightly taken aback.

For they had seen the silver needle in Wei Zhao's hand! Shen Yushu had said what she said earlier because she had remembered that Wei Zhao was a doctor and wanted to see if he had some way to punish Zhen Yingjun. She thought, if Wei Zhao could heal even the severe injuries of the mighty general, he certainly had ways to teach Zhen Yingjun a lesson.

"Psycho..." Zhen Yingjun had barely finished muttering when he suddenly found that his own mouth had gone crooked! What was going on? In a panic, he reached up to touch his mouth, only to discover in astonishment that the corner of his lips had somehow twisted to one side and would not obey him at all—he could not feel a thing! It was as if the mouth no longer belonged to him.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?" Zhen Yingjun shouted in a thick, slurred voice, because with the corner of his mouth twisted, his words came out unclear.

The old woman, meanwhile, suddenly discovered that her leg seemed to have healed—she was no longer limping! Astonished, she said, "My leg, why has my leg suddenly recovered?"

But the moment she spoke, she was even more astonished to find that her mouth no longer seemed crooked either, and her speech had become smooth and normal again! What on earth was happening?

Zhen Yingjun was also stunned by the old woman's transformation. He wanted to take a few steps to see what was going on, but as soon as he moved his leg, he suddenly found that one of his legs would not obey him. He walked with a limp and nearly pitched headlong to the ground.

"My leg, why has my leg suddenly stopped working? What the hell is going on?!" Zhen Yingjun cried out in terror.

Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu were stunned as well. Neither of them had expected that Wei Zhao could complete the old woman's treatment in such a short time and then inflict the old woman's very same affliction upon Zhen Yingjun.

Shen Yushu was truly surprised. She had only been talking casually, never expecting Wei Zhao to be so miraculous that he really did it. She was suddenly overjoyed. Brother Arrow was so good to her! If things went on like this, she would become Fairy Shu and could do whatever she pleased!

"Ha! See how accurate what I said was! I am the one they call Prophet Shu. I said that once you were disabled, you would understand the old granny's feelings, but you would not believe me. Now look what has happened! The old granny's illness has been transferred! Wahahahaha!" Shen Yushu pointed at Zhen Yingjun and laughed in delight. "Which angel brother came down to work a miracle? This is just wonderful!"

Zhen Yingjun had only felt shock before, but when he heard Shen Yushu's words and looked at the old woman, sure enough, she was now no different from an ordinary person, while his own symptoms were exactly the same as hers had been earlier!

What was going on? Could he truly be suffering heaven's punishment? And when he thought back to the baffling things that had happened while playing billiards today, Zhen Yingjun cast a frightened glance at Shen Yushu. Was this person even human? Could she be some immortal who had descended to earth to deliberately torment him? Otherwise, why did everything connected with her become so irrational and so impossible to explain by common sense?

An illness transferring from one person to another simply did not accord with modern science! If it were an infectious disease, that might be possible, but how could a disability like the old woman's be contagious?

At that thought, nothing but dread remained in Zhen Yingjun's heart.

"You... you... what exactly did you do to me?" Zhen Yingjun stared at Shen Yushu in fear. He was a rather superstitious man, and once such a fearful idea took root in his mind, the more incredible everything seemed.

"I didn't do anything!" Shen Yushu shrugged. "I only made a prophecy. Do you want me to make another one for you?"

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