370: Chapter 370 Spoiled Egg

Han Jingyang did not know many important people.

Before that, he was just an ordinary college student who had neither the opportunity nor the conditions to know anyone important. In his eyes, his professors and mentors, like Zhou Yucheng, were already big shots.

It was only in the last two or three months that he had met a few people who could actually be considered important.

So, seeing the person in the wheelchair, he felt very strange.

This was definitely an important person.

He looked familiar, yet it was very strange.

The important people he knew were few in number; he would never forget anyone he had met, so it wasn't a case of looking familiar but not knowing them.

Had he seen him on TV? Or…

Han Jingyang frowned and stared at the middle-aged man in the wheelchair.

He was a standard middle-aged man, looking to be in his forties, with a yellowish-black complexion, thick black eyebrows, a square face, a wide mouth, a triple chin, a thick neck, and a rather fat build.

However, this man was lying sideways in the wheelchair with his eyes closed, covered by a blanket. It was unclear if he was asleep or unconscious.

Han Jingyang calmly activated the Qi Observation attribute and observed him carefully for a moment, after which he had an idea.

This man was indeed an important person.

But he was currently plagued by trouble, in a state of unconsciousness—one could say he was ill, or perhaps he had suffered a serious injury.

In other aspects, it was obvious that he was extremely wealthy, possessed immense Fortune, and had quite a few offspring. He carried heavy karma and definitely had blood on his hands. He wasn't a good person, but he was different from a major villain like Zhang Dahai.

Interesting.

He must be some wealthy tycoon from Quancheng or Lu Province.

Thinking of this, he nodded slightly to Shi Xiaoya.

Shi Xiaoya received the order and stepped aside.

Cu Mawei's expression eased slightly. He pushed the wheelchair-bound man to the coffee table and cupped his hands at Han Jingyang: "Mr. Han, I apologize for my rudeness this morning."

Han Jingyang didn't respond to that, instead sizing up the man in the wheelchair for a moment: "Tell me his identity."

"This…"

"Is there a problem?"

"No. This is my boss, Yang Zhizhong. He is the founder of Xinyi Group."

Han Jingyang realized instantly.

Yang Zhizhong, the founder of Xinyi Group.

No wonder he looked so familiar; he had actually dealt with him before.

When he was in college, the academy had accepted a donation from this big boss Yang. It was his sophomore year, three years ago, when Yang Zhizhong donated a collection of cultural relics worth 50 million to their academy and established a scholarship fund; Han had even received the scholarship for two years.

Now, a photo of this big boss Yang was hanging in the academy's corridor.

No wonder he looked familiar.

Truly an old acquaintance.

However, he remained calm and nodded slightly: "Do you have business with me?"

Cu Mawei nodded: "We want to ask Mr. Han to save his life."

"His life?"

"Yes."

"What did the hospital say?"

"They couldn't identify the symptoms. They ran all kinds of tests, and in the end, they said it was narcolepsy."

Of course they couldn't.

This was a soul injury.

If left untreated, he would sooner or later become a vegetable or even die.

Under the blessing of the Qi Observation attribute, there was almost nothing in this world that could escape Han Jingyang's eyes.

Treat him? He could.

It was just a matter of using one skill.

But it wasn't a skill that could be solved by just any ordinary ability.

He had many skills available for healing and treating injuries, but most were aimed at the physical body; very few were aimed at the primordial spirit—or, in other words, the soul. Currently, he only had one, and it wasn't of a high grade, with only two uses remaining.

He had to keep at least one of the two uses for emergencies, just in case someone close to him encountered such a problem and he found himself helpless.

No, even just keeping one seemed too little. As more and more people surrounded him, one was clearly not enough, and two wasn't enough either; three or five might be just barely acceptable.

Therefore, this skill was extremely precious.

He didn't want to use it on Yang Zhizhong.

He wasn't a doctor in a public hospital, hadn't recited the Hippocratic Oath, and had no mission of inheritance. He was just a lucky person who had been hit by a pie falling from the sky. If he wanted to act, he would; if he didn't want to, no one could force him.

He didn't hesitate to save people or help when it was within his power.

But he couldn't sacrifice his own safety net to save someone else's life.

He was even less willing to save Yang Zhizhong.

This person wasn't as evil as Zhang Dahai or He Dingkun, who had committed countless atrocities, but he certainly wasn't a good person, either.

What? A donation? A scholarship fund?

So what? Just because a bad egg does a few good things doesn't mean it's not a bad egg anymore, right?

What were they thinking?

A good egg that does one bad thing will become a bad egg because the egg has spoiled, and it will only continue to spoil.

A bad egg that does one good thing can never become a good egg, because the bad egg has already completely spoiled. Even if it suddenly awakens and repents, it's just a bad egg that realizes it has spoiled, which is fundamentally different from a good egg.

Someone like Yang Zhizhong was a half-spoiled bad egg. Even if the other half hadn't spoiled yet, it absolutely could not be eaten.

Whoever ate it would get diarrhea.

Of course, some people loved to eat spoiled eggs.

But Han Jingyang absolutely didn't want to try.

Saving such a person would damage his own Qi charm, pollute his own Qi, and distort his own Qi field.

Therefore, Han Jingyang shook his head: "Sorry, I can't help you."

Cu Mawei was anxious: "Mr. Han, we are very sincere."

"Your so-called sincerity is nothing special in my eyes."

"Mr. Han, please…"

"Don't. Begging me is useless. You should look elsewhere for a master. There are many recluses in this world, especially folk experts who specialize in treating difficult and incurable diseases; they are as numerous as the hairs on an ox. If you search diligently, you will definitely find one."

"We have looked, but it was useless. Our boss's situation is very complicated."

"I'm not interested in your boss's situation. Take him away; otherwise, it would be extremely unlucky if he died in my shop."

Cu Mawei became even more anxious. Suddenly, he let out a "thud" as he knelt on the floor, kowtowing with loud "thuds," very forcefully.

When Cu Mawei moved, the few people who had come with him also knelt down, kowtowing in unison.

Seeing this scene, Han Jingyang's expression gradually turned gloomy. He raised his hand.

Cu Mawei was overjoyed: "Mr. Han, have you agreed?"

Han Jingyang said with a gloomy face: "Do not use your cheap dignity to threaten me. It's useless and will only make me angrier. Before I lose my temper, take your people and your things and get out. Get out, and don't make me say it a second time."

"Mr. Han, we absolutely did not…"

Han Jingyang didn't wait for Cu Mawei to finish. He nodded to Shi Xiaoya: "Throw them out. If they dare to resist, use force."

Shi Xiaoya nodded.

Liu Jing also immediately stepped forward, blocking Cu Mawei's line of sight, and pointed expressionlessly at the door: "Get out!"

A flash of anger crossed Cu Mawei's face, but he craned his neck and said to Han Jingyang: "Mr. Han, I am a rough person and don't understand etiquette, but I am never ambiguous in my work. As long as you are willing to help, whether you want to kill me or slice me, or if you have any other requirements, I will listen to you. Whatever you want me to do, I will do."

Shi Xiaoya sneered: "Didn't you hear what my boss said? Do not use your insignificant dignity to threaten him. Whether you kowtow or pledge your allegiance, in my boss's eyes, it's worthless. Understand?"

"You, you, you can insult my dignity, but you cannot insult my strength!" Cu Mawei stood up suddenly, glaring angrily down at Shi Xiaoya: "If you're not convinced, we can go outside and spar to see whose strength is truly worthless!"

"Hehe, overestimating yourself," Shi Xiaoya patted the katana at her waist, meeting Cu Mawei's gaze without backing down: "We'll decide the outcome, and we'll decide life and death. Do you dare?"