"Your body is fine; there's no illness now. Brother, with your current health, living another fifty years shouldn't be a problem."
Wang Kuntai stood up, "I'll be heading back now; there's no need for me here anymore."
Chen Guangsheng grabbed his hand, "Old Wang, are you joking with me? I'm eighty years old. Living another fifty years would make me a hundred and thirty."
Wang Kuntai said, "Yes, from your pulse, it seems you're just about in your thirties."
"What's going on?" Chen Guangsheng asked in surprise.
Wang Kuntai shook his head, "You should ask the person who saved you. I can't answer your questions. Goodbye."
Despite hearing that Chen Guangsheng could live for at least another fifty years, none of his descendants showed the expected joy; instead, they all hung their heads. In fifty years, the three brothers Chen Yutai would be over a hundred years old, surely long gone. Even his grandchildren would be elderly, nearing the end of their days.
