Chapter 569: Thought of as a Fraud
Translator: Timothy Editor: GlobeGlotter
Ye Mo sent out his spirit sense and quickly found his spirit sense mark. Meng Jiushan looked at Ye Mo strangely and thought, ‘This woman wants to swap seats with me so I’ll look at her fortune. What does that have to do with you being a doctor?’ The wealthy lady looked at Ye Mo in shock, wondering what it meant. Did he—?
Ye Mo kept his spirit sense focused on his mark, smiled at the woman, and said, “I said I’m a doctor because I can help you. Perhaps you don’t need Master Meng Jiushan.”
“You know I’m sick? And you can help me?” The woman looked at Ye Mo in shock.
Ye Mo nodded. “That’s right. I can tell you’re sick, and I specialize in rare diseases. I can cure what others can’t.”
Although Ye Mo was telling the truth, it sounded arrogant. A young man in his twenties daring to say he could cure what others couldn’t! Even Meng Jiushan thought Ye Mo was bluffing. He knew there were people stronger than him, but this young man’s words were incredibly bold. He liked humble young people, being humble himself. So, his opinion of Ye Mo dropped.
“Mom, I told you not to believe these people, but you still didn’t listen. Sit down.” The young woman pulled the wealthy lady back into her seat. Then, she looked coldly at Ye Mo and said, “You can trick others, but don’t try to trick my mom. If you try again, I’ll call the police.”
Ye Mo touched his chin, speechless. He saw the woman’s desperation and wanted to help, but now he was considered a fraud.
The woman continued, “My mom has visited many countries for her condition, and no hospital offered a solution, yet you look at her and say you can cure her. Do you think you’re immortal? You might be handsome, but you clearly do dirty deeds. Don’t joke about other people’s conditions—karma will strike you!” She had even gone to the US for checkups, but surgery was deemed too risky, so she returned to rest.
Ye Mo wasn’t happy. He had good intentions. ‘It’s fine if you don’t believe me, but there’s no need to say so much.’
“Hm, if I said a charm I draw can instantly cure someone in a vegetative state, would you believe me? If I say your stomach will hurt for two hours after we arrive, would you believe me?” Ye Mo retorted.
Ye Mo’s spirit sense and observation were strong; he saw everything clearly. The faintness between her eyebrows indicated cold, and the white tip of her tongue with a faint green tinge confirmed light food poisoning and prolonged exposure to cold. He was sure she’d have stomach pain for about two hours. It wouldn’t be serious; her immune system would handle it.
“You will get stomach pain when we arrive,” the woman retorted.
Ye Mo was speechless, shook his head, and stopped talking. Meng Jiushan, sensing reason in Ye Mo’s earlier words, also shook his head at the girl’s retort. The woman pulled the girl back.
But the girl turned to the woman and said, “Mom, don’t believe that fortune teller—that ‘Master Meng Jiushan.’ He’s obviously in cahoots with that young man, trying to trick you. They must’ve tricked countless people!”
“That… probably isn’t right. How could they know we’re looking for Master Meng Jiushan? Also, I feel that young man is honest, and he did know I’m sick,” the woman said hesitantly.
The young girl persuaded again, “Mom, do you trust me or strangers? Have you ever seen Master Meng Jiushan? Even if that man is Meng Jiushan, so what? How can we believe that? Besides, it’s easy to tell you’re unwell from your complexion; even I can do that, so others can too. Liars excel at that. He even said my stomach will hurt tonight, so let’s wait and see!”
Ye Mo and Meng Jiushan heard this but didn’t react.
“Xiao Yin, don’t talk about others like that,” the middle-aged woman reproached her daughter.
The young girl sneered, “Mom, he even said his charms can save people in vegetative states. Do you believe that too?”
The woman sighed and said no more. In her heart, she believed it, because she believed such magical masters existed.
Meanwhile, since Ye Mo said he was a doctor who could cure what others couldn’t, and that one charm could save someone in a vegetative state, Meng Jiushan didn’t want to talk to him anymore. He even suspected the gun might have belonged to Ye Mo.
Ye Mo guessed what the Master was thinking, but his spirit sense, still on the gun, revealed the owner’s identity: a young man not much older than him. Although he knew the young man, they had no connection. They’d been in the same class at Ning Hai, and this student was always at the bottom of the class and rarely spoke. Ye Mo didn’t have a bad impression of him; he was one of the few who didn’t jeer at him for being kicked out of the Ye family. Ye Mo remembered his name was Luo Dongsheng.
Luo Dongsheng sat motionless. Ye Mo didn’t care what he’d do. Luo Dongsheng didn’t seem like someone who would hijack a plane, unless he’d gone mad. Regardless, the gun was damaged.
Ye Mo’s spirit sense scanned the flight attendants’ rest room, where he saw a tall, skinny flight attendant rip cloth from the trolley. Ye Mo immediately knew they were working together. The stewardess who’d given Ye Mo juice might have taken the wrong trolley.
A few hours later, it was mealtime, and flight attendants distributed boxed meals.
“Remember to call me,” The flight attendant who gave Ye Mo juice handed him a pink card with her number on it.
Ye Mo took the card speechlessly and nodded.
Many people went to the bathroom, and Ye Mo saw Luo Dongsheng glance at a fat merchant, clenching his fist. Ye Mo knew that was Luo Dongsheng’s target. What Ye Mo didn’t understand was why he’d do it on the plane. The chance of exposure was much higher, and success would be difficult.
After most people finished using the bathroom, Ye Mo noticed the fat merchant leave his seat. Luo Dongsheng immediately followed. Ye Mo thought for a bit and followed as well. Seeing this, Meng Jiushan stared at him and Luo Dongsheng’s back, frowning.