"Curing ailments, saving lives, breathing life back into the dying..." Dressed like a fortune teller, Wang Linchi chanted these words, attracting curious glances from onlookers. However, very few actually approached him, their eyes filled with wariness.
When he reached Zhang Dao's house, Wang Linchi called out again, "Treatment first, payment later. If it doesn't work, it's free!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Dao peeked his head out. His face was still very pale as he called to Wang Linchi, "Sir, I am ill!"
Seeing this, Wang Linchi nodded. "Alright, I'll be right there."
Zhang Dao struggled to open the door and welcomed Wang Linchi inside. After offering him tea, Zhang Dao began, "Sir, my previous..." He then recounted the full story of his injuries and illness.
Wang Linchi stroked his goatee, his eyes narrowed. For this occasion, he had altered his appearance to that of a middle-aged man, instead of his usual youthful look.
