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The next day, more people came to pay their respects. The parking lot in front was filled with cars, and at the Spirit Altar, people were kneeling and bowing in waves. By evening, nearly fifty tables had been prepared for the banquet.
Brother Biao leaned over and whispered to me, "This family has quite the background!"
I shot him a glance. "We’re just a couple of poor folks making two or three thousand a month. Their villa must be worth over ten million; how can we compare?"
With not much to do at the moment, Boss Chen came over to inspect our work. He scolded me and Brother Biao, saying, "Stop chatting and check the sound system for the mourning music, make sure the eternal lamp is lit, and remind the family not to forget to replenish the incense and burn paper offerings..."
Just as he was speaking, there was a sudden commotion at the entrance, followed by an excited shout: "Wow, big star Sister Liu is here!"
I wasn't sure how famous Sister Liu was nationwide, but she was a household name in Jiangcheng. This woman was stunning—she could sing, act, dance, and talk. Even though it wasn't very hot yet and the sun was about to set, Sister Liu stepped out of a sports car wearing a black collared blazer and large sunglasses. Immediately, an assistant held up a sunshade for her, followed by two tall bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses.
Brother Biao blurted out, "Wow, this is impressive!"
My boss Chen Senran stared at Sister Liu's curvy figure with his mouth nearly watering. He squeezed through the crowd without caring about his image to take photos with his phone. After bowing three times at the Spirit Altar, Sister Liu was led away by the host's guest personnel.
With a triumphant look on his face, Boss Chen showed us the pictures he took of Sister Liu. "Did you know? The host is the deputy director of the Jiangbei Province Cultural Affairs Bureau. The deceased is his father. Even big stars have to come here to pay their respects."
Sure enough, as Boss Chen said, many well-known figures from Jiangbei Province's entertainment culture had arrived.
Brother Biao couldn't help but whisper again, "Look at that car she's driving; it must cost at least five or six hundred thousand!"
The scene truly astonished us two small fries.
That group of "socialites" was still around, but having learned from their previous encounters with troublemakers like the bald guy, they had become much more subdued. It wasn't fear of us; it was fear of unseen deities and spirits.
During this season, there was a significant temperature difference between day and night. Just after nine o'clock in the evening, it had already turned a bit chilly when we saw Sister Liu again. Many young people were still waiting in the courtyard for public figures to emerge for another glimpse of her.
Finally, Sister Liu appeared again, her bodyguards and assistants on high alert as if facing a formidable enemy.
The group walked out as if they were oblivious to everything around them. However, after walking a short distance, Sister Liu suddenly bent over and began coughing violently before gasping for breath, her hands weakly tugging at her chest.
In my eyes, this was a classic case of suffocation and difficulty breathing!
Both her assistant and bodyguards panicked but were at a loss for what to do.
People began whispering among themselves: "I heard that the host's man has some sort of connection with Sister Liu... Is it possible that the deceased is punishing her?"
Someone else chimed in: "Today feels a bit eerie; that bald guy said some inappropriate things and then passed out cold. Look at her now—doesn't she look like someone is choking her?"
...
You can't deny it; Sister Liu's situation did seem eerily similar to what they described.
Many people displayed expressions of terror.
Seeing the situation was urgent, I had completely forgotten about the Ancestral Instruction and rushed over, only to be stopped by one of the bodyguards. "Step back! If you come any closer, we won't be polite!" Another one pushed me, causing me to stumble. "Not talking about you? Get out of the way!"
I had no choice but to shout to Sister Liu's Beautiful Assistant, "Does she have asthma?"
The assistant, who was dialing 120 on her phone, responded quickly, "Yes! Yes! Do you have a way?"
I patted the needle case I carried with me. "Quick, lift her to the room so I can take a look!"
The two security guards blocked my path, and I really wanted to slap both of them across the face.
The assistant waved her hand at the bodyguards. "Let him through! Listen to him!"
Xishan Villa was over forty miles from the city center, and even if 120 arrived quickly, it would take at least ten to twenty minutes. Seeing Sister Liu in such a critical condition, the family in charge of the funeral panicked as well. Following my instructions, a group of people carried Sister Liu inside.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, I quickly prepared the needles and disinfected them, inserting them into Sister Liu's Feiyu Acupoint, Dingchuan Acupoint, Conception Acupoint, Chize Acupoint, Liekexue Acupoint, Wind Gate Acupoint, Wind Pool Acupoint, Quchi Acupoint, Dazhui Acupoint, Fenglong Acupoint, and Tian Tu Acupoint.
The tall bodyguard questioned me, "Kid, are you even capable?"
I couldn't afford to pay him any mind.
Another bodyguard pushed me again. "Did you not hear me asking you a question?"
I kicked him hard in the stomach and glared at him fiercely. "If you keep talking nonsense, she'll suffocate!"
The female assistant also glared at the bodyguards to stop them from disturbing me further.
Time passed second by second until finally, Sister Liu's severe coughing began to ease up and her breathing became smoother.
Seeing that many people had gathered outside, the bodyguard who had been kicked warned me rudely, "Kid, don't say anything out there later! Otherwise, the consequences will be very serious!"
Damn it, ungrateful and narrow-minded fool.
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