Chapter 294 - 52_2

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Chapter 294: Chapter 52_2"Mm, you get some good rest." Li Zhiyuan moved a chair over and sat down beside the hospital bed. It seemed that Zheng Haiyang had indeed recovered to normal, so following the Underworld shouldn’t reveal anything now. Mainly, since Run Sheng hadn’t arrived yet, Li Zhiyuan became more cautious when it came to following the Underworld. "Brother Xiao Yuan, after I passed out, did I have any unusual reactions, or did I say anything?" There’s a bastard, buried beneath the sea; who dares to disturb, his whole family shall die! Li Zhiyuan answered, "Mumbling nonsense in your dreams is quite normal." "Brother Xiao Yuan, I still feel uneasy, constantly worried about my parents..." Nowadays, sailors’ wages are high, as are the risks overseas; jobs with high returns often also mean high risks. "What’s the point in thinking about that now, when they’re so far away? Taking good care of yourself is what your parents would want to see most." "Bro, you’re right. I find you truly different from the rest of us; you give off the vibe of an elder." Li Zhiyuan closed his eyes; he didn’t like this kind of assessment. "Don’t say such things in front of me again." "Oh, okay, I got it. I’ll remember." Run Sheng arrived, carrying a set of tools. "Xiao Yuan, how is he?" "Looks like there’s nothing wrong now." Li Zhiyuan pulled out a piece of black canvas and spread it, then went to the head of the bed and covered Zheng Haiyang’s face with the cloth. Zheng Haiyang, although puzzled, did not refuse, nor did he even ask what was happening. The black canvas showed no response. This proved that there was nothing dirty on Zheng Haiyang’s body. Li Zhiyuan then took out a talisman he had drawn and stuck it on Zheng Haiyang’s forehead. Mm, no color change. Seems like there really is no problem. "Brother Xiao Yuan, what is this..." At first, when the cloth was covered over him, he didn’t mind, but any normal person would feel inexplicably afraid seeing someone stick talisman paper on their forehead. "It’s a local custom, similar to the effect of being pricked with a needle." "Oh, I see." Zheng Haiyang breathed a sigh of relief. Li Zhiyuan sat back down in his chair, and he tried to deduce the worst-case scenario. Zheng Haiyang’s parents met with misfortune, and as relatives, had a premonition. But such intense expressions of premonition, seemed too terrifying. seaʀᴄh thё NôᴠeFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. What kind of thing could it be that, by cursing you to ’die your whole family’, could really, across the oceans, affect relatives who share your blood? Tan Wenbin rushed over as soon as he finished his exams and immediately asked upon entering, "Did I miss anything?" Run Sheng shook his head: "Nothing." Tan Wenbin didn’t believe it and looked to Li Zhiyuan: "Brother Xiao Yuan?" Li Zhiyuan also shook his head. At last, after Tan Wenbin confirmed with Zheng Haiyang, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with lingering fear, "Good, nothing happened." Zheng Haiyang said with moved emotions, "Brother Binbin, I’m sorry for worrying you." "Uh..." Tan Wenbin glanced away guiltily and patted his arm, "We’re bros, it’s what I should do." That evening, Sun Qing came by again to confirm there were no issues. When she asked about Zheng Haiyang’s grandparents, Li Zhiyuan answered that they had gone home to cook and bring over some food. Seeing so many people still in the ward, Sun Qing didn’t suspect anything and left. Zheng Haiyang wanted to be discharged from the hospital, and to prove he was really alright, he even got down and walked and jumped around. Tan Wenbin went to process his discharge; not long after he left, he called Li Zhiyuan out. "What’s up, Brother Binbin?" "I just saw Zheng Haiyang’s grandparents downstairs, they are also getting discharged, ignoring the doctor’s recommendation to stay for observation, saying they were worried their grandson would get anxious if he couldn’t see them when he got home. Brother Xiao Yuan, this is too strange, if the whole family has had accidents, then what about Haiyang’s parents..." "Such things shouldn’t come from our mouths." "Oh, right. So we keep processing Haiyang’s discharge?" "Yeah, let Brother Runsheng take him home." That night, Li Zhiyuan returned home sitting in the back seat of Tan Wenbin’s car. After Run Sheng came back, he briefly described how Zheng Haiyang and his grandparents were both unaware of each other’s hospital visits. The next day, Zheng Haiyang returned to school as usual to attend classes. The monthly test scores for various subjects were gradually being released. Since yesterday afternoon, while the teachers were invigilating the exams, they were also grading the papers. The more troublesome part was actually tallying the scores, but they could send them to be calculated by the juniors. Homeroom teacher Sun Qing started distributing the Chinese exam papers during class, calling out a name and score, then having the student come up to collect their paper. Chinese is a peculiar subject, peculiar in the sense that even if you haven’t attended class for two months, you might not do any worse than the last time. But at the same time, it’s also a subject that’s difficult to quickly improve through visible effort. Excluding occasional special cases, the Chinese scores of students in a class tend to fluctuate stably within their respective score ranges. Tan Wenbin was very happy to receive his paper, as he had broken the curse and jumped up a performance bracket. Originally, his Chinese scores were below average in the class. Now they’re average, and he got all the classical Chinese questions right. It was all thanks to Wei Zhengdao. He was reading "Jianghu Chronicles," but he was reading it very slowly. When Li Zhiyuan first read the book, he enjoyed it because of the beautiful handwriting and could easily read several volumes in a day. Tan Wenbin, however, had to slowly chew through it page by page, because there were too many obscure characters and words he didn’t understand, so he had to constantly refer to the dictionary and make annotations. Last was Li Zhiyuan’s score being announced. When his score came out, the entire class gasped in surprise because the score was only a few points short of perfect. This wasn’t elementary school Chinese. In high school Chinese, some questions are bound to deduct points, such as the essay; fewer deductions mean it’s an excellent essay.

Chapter 294 - 52_2

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