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Amazed by the outcome, he turned to observe Chu Yuening, whose countenance remained composed. "Truly astonishing that in this world there exists such wondrous feats, capable of diagnosing a person's bodily ailments merely through the intricate calculations of Five Elements and Eight Trigrams with a single hand. It is astounding indeed."

Upon hearing the genuine doctor's verdict, there was an uproar in the scene.

The citizens were all equally astounded.

They turned to look at the young girl at the stall in astonishment, not expecting her to be so remarkably skilled that she accurately diagnosed Xu Yougong's illness.

" Remarkable, at such a young age, you truly have no plans left unaccounted for."

Does that mean Master Chu is truly more formidable than Masters Murong and their ilk?

"Well, it seems age truly doesn't signify much."

"It's hardly believable."

The physician returned the examination results and, noticing Xu Yougong's bitter expression, offered reassurance, "In truth, you are already more fortunate than most. Many people discover they have lung cancer when it has advanced to late stages. With early-stage detection like yours, timely intervention can be made, leading to a considerably favorable prognosis."

Recalling Xu Yougong's aspiration to promote Chinese martial arts and witnessing him now stricken with such a severe illness, citizens couldn't help but feel profound sorrow and regret.

One by one, they offered their consolations.

"Mr. Xu, the doctor is right. Catching lung cancer early is always better than discovering it in its advanced stages."

"Yes, forget about participating in the world free combat tournament."

"How can a competition be more important than your health?"

"Sigh, Mr. Xu, try to see things more positively. Nine times out of ten, life doesn't go as planned."

"Fear not too much, for medical science has made great strides; the doctors will surely find a way to sustain your life."

Xu Yougong, upon hearing the comforting words from his neighbors, regained his composure and patted his practice uniform, smiling once more. "Please don't worry, everyone. It was just a bit hard to accept at first when I received the news."

It is well-known that those afflicted with cancer often don't have long to live.

He had a daughter who had just turned eighteen, and he hadn't even seen her married yet. How could she fall so gravely ill?

After some time, upon further reflection.

If only we'd known earlier; there would have been hope for treatment. If it were to progress into late-stage lung cancer, death could come suddenly, leaving no chance to strive for even a few more days of life.

"As for the World Free Fighting Championship," Xu Yougong tucked away the test results and flashed a mysterious smile. "I sat on a bench in the hospital for an hour with the results in hand, contemplating my decision. Once my mind was made up, I went and signed up for the competition."

"I've consulted the doctor, and as long as the condition is stable, there shouldn't be any issues with participating in the competition."

Xu Yougong's thoughts turned to the waning Chinese martial arts and the inland's ongoing striving for prosperity, his eyes betraying a sense of loss. "If my life is destined to have but a decade remaining, I shall dedicate those years to serving my people once more."

This remark struck a chord with many in the audience.

During the British lease of Hong Kong, local citizens had all experienced humiliation at the hands of foreigners. On this land, those with yellow skin were considered the lowest class. They held China in their hearts but found no sense of belonging.

Such an admirable person, yet unfortunately, they were stricken with a severe illness.

The atmosphere was somber, and many citizens discreetly wiped away tears.

Yu Jiqing, too, wiped his slightly reddened eyes in front of the camera before readjusting the lens to focus on Xu Yougong, who stood tall with his back straight, clad in a gray practice uniform.

He laughed and said, "Mr. Xu, truly a man of great justice."

"Mr. Xu," Chu Yuening called out.

Xu Yougong promptly turned his attention, replying, "Master, I am here."

Chu Yuening observed that Xu Yougong's facial features had undergone a transformation.

The trajectory of his life, which would have ended in a tragic death on the arena due to illness, had vanished.

Due to his active cooperation with hospital treatments, his condition was well-managed, allowing him to live until sixty. Though not a particularly long life, it was a significant improvement from the premature death he would have otherwise faced.

She offered a gentle smile. "Follow the doctor's advice and your recovery should be smooth. When the time comes, I'll come to watch your tournament."

Xu Yougong let out a slight sigh of relief, deeply grateful to his savior. He clasped his fists in respect and said,

"Many thanks, Master. My martial arts gym is right in front of the bell tower. If you ever have the time to visit, I'll be sure to prepare the finest tea for you."

"I will," Chu Yuening said, watching as Xu Yougong departed.

After a while, she shifted her gaze to Yu Jiqing beside her, tilting her head slightly. "The three divinations are done, can we leave now?"

Yu Jiqing was momentarily taken aback before realizing that there were no time constraints during the show recording. Grasping the microphone, he nodded vigorously. "Of course, it's possible."

"Alright then," Chu Yuening said, holding the red plastic bag. She glanced at the table still standing in its place. "Do you need me to clean up?"

"No need, no need at all," Yu Jiqing dared not impose on this patron of fortune and replied with a warm smile, "We can manage it ourselves."

"Very well then." Chu Yuening recalculated Chen Siyu's birth chart, and decided to pay a visit to the University of Science and Technology.

Yu Jiqing, noticing the master's intention to leave, grabbed the microphone and hurried after him, "Master Chu, might we still have the opportunity to capture some behind-the-scenes footage with you?"

He had a hunch that this season's grand revelation of mysticism would air soon.

Chu Yuening is destined to become the new highlight of the show.

Consider this: at such a young age, she possesses the ability to foresee the future, and her beauty outshines even Hong Kong's four rising film stars. The citizens of Hong Kong would be willing to have an extra two bowls of rice just for the pleasure of gazing at her lovely face, regardless of her mystical talents.

By then, the behind-the-scenes footage will surely attract many viewers, won't it?

Chu Yuening pondered for a moment and nodded, "Alright then."

Yu Jiqing promptly and enthusiasticaly led the cameraman to follow.

A girl strolled by, humming a tune, her two fingers casually tugging at a red plastic bag as she passed the stall of the three men.

Their faces were filled with disbelief.

Especially Mu Rongshan, who was so angry that his eyes bulged round.

A Shu stood behind Guang Deye, and as the camera turned away, his movements holding the ritual implement relaxed, his eyes quietly following the girl's retreating figure.

He cast another glance at Guang Deye, narrowing his eyes slightly.

It could be an illusion, perhaps.