msmithbooks Chapter 6 You're lucky, you saved someone.
Chapter 6 You're lucky, you saved someone.
As dawn broke, Shen Yu, inside the Spirit Gathering Array, slowly opened his eyes, gathering all the pale golden spiritual energy surrounding him back into his dantian.
After a night of meditation, he not only refined his Qi Refining Level 3 cultivation to a higher level, but also maintained his spiritual sense at a basic level of alertness.
It wasn't a deliberate attempt to spy, but rather an instinct ingrained in the bones of a cultivator in an unfamiliar environment. Any movement within a hundred feet of him would naturally be reflected in his sea of consciousness.
The entire scene of that small house across the street overnight was captured in his perception.
Jiang Xinlan has suffered many hidden injuries from years of hard work on film sets, and she doesn't sleep well at night.
Both children had weak stomachs and turned over several times during the night. Niannian even whispered that her stomach hurt, and Jiang Xinlan rubbed her stomach for a long time before she finally fell asleep.
These fragmented images, like tiny needles, gently pricked his heart.
The accidental time travel six years ago was not his choice, but the suffering that Jiang Xinlan and their two children endured during his six years of disappearance was caused by him.
Those who cultivate immortality value cause and effect most highly.
He planted the seed, and he must reap the harvest.
He is the biological father of the two children, the person who had a grudge against Jiang Xinlan back then, and the person who should have sheltered them from the storm, but he was absent for six whole years, causing them to suffer for so many years.
This is not something that can be smoothed over with a simple "I'm sorry," nor can it be resolved with a few promises.
He disdains to fawn or beg for forgiveness.
He is a Celestial Venerable who has returned from tribulation, possessing his own integrity and pride, but he also has duties he must fulfill and debts he must make up for.
Instead of spouting useless empty words, let's start with the most practical thing: using spiritual energy to cook a meal for Jiang Xinlan and the two children to help them recover.
Without hesitation, Shen Yu picked up his keys, got up, and went out.
The old town is especially lively in the early morning, with breakfast vendors setting up stalls all along the roadside, and the vegetable market just two streets away.
Shen Yu walked unhurriedly. Just as he reached the intersection, a screeching sound of brakes suddenly came from the road next to him, followed by gasps and panicked shouts from the crowd.
"Grandpa! Grandpa, hang in there!"
"Call 120 immediately! Hurry! The old man has had a heart attack!"
Shen Yu paused, then looked up.
Beside a black minivan, an elderly man with gray hair lay on the ground, clutching his chest. His face was ashen, his lips were purple, and his breathing was so weak it was almost invisible. He was on the verge of losing consciousness.
The young assistant next to him was trembling with panic, frantically dialing for emergency help while kneeling on the ground calling out to the old man.
A crowd of onlookers gathered around, but no one dared to touch it.
Acute myocardial infarction is inherently dangerous; a slight mishap can lead to serious consequences, and no one wants to take that responsibility.
Shen Yu glanced at the old man and immediately understood his condition.
In an acute myocardial infarction, coupled with pre-existing heart conditions, the blood and qi have already begun to flow in reverse. Even if an ambulance arrives at this moment, it may not be able to pull the person back from the brink of death.
Normally, he would never meddle in other people's business.
His cultivation level is still shallow, and every wisp of spiritual energy is precious. He should save it to help Jiang Xinlan and the two children recover and protect them. There is no need to waste it on a stranger.
Having witnessed the rise and fall of the cultivation world for a century, he was no longer a compassionate and naive person.
He looked away and turned to continue walking, but just then, the assistant's phone rang, and a voice, trembling with tears, came through clearly:
"Mr. Lu! Something terrible has happened! The old man has suffered a sudden heart attack in the old town! We've already called an ambulance, but his condition is very bad! Please come quickly!"
Mr. Lu.
These two words instantly made Shen Yu stop in his tracks.
He turned his head sharply and looked at the old man lying on the ground again, a knowing glint in his eyes.
If I remember correctly, there is only one person in Jiangcheng who is respectfully addressed as "Old Master" and whose surname is Lu.
That's Lu Zongming, the head of the Lu family, the largest shareholder of Xingyao Entertainment, and a top figure in Jiangcheng's social circle who has the final say.
As long as this old man Lu is saved, all the difficulties Jiang Xinlan encounters at Xingyao Entertainment will be resolved.
He didn't even need to take action himself; with just a word from Lu Zongming, no one in the entire Jiangcheng film and television industry would dare to lay a finger on Jiang Xinlan.
You're lucky.
Shen Yu stepped through the crowd and walked straight to Lu Zongming.
"Make way, I can save him."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable, calm aura. The flustered assistant instinctively stepped aside, and the crowd instantly fell silent, all eyes turning to him.
The assistant looked at his young face, paused for a moment, and quickly asked, "Young man, are you a doctor?"
Shen Yu didn't respond. Instead, he squatted down, condensed a wisp of pure spiritual energy at his fingertips, and swiftly and accurately placed it on two acupoints on Lu Zongming's chest.
The pale golden spiritual energy seeped into the old man's body through his fingertips, silently clearing the blockage in his heart meridians, stabilizing his heart which was about to stop beating, and calming the reversed flow of qi and blood.
It took no more than three seconds.
Lu Zongming, who was already in a daze and breathing weakly, suddenly coughed and slowly opened his eyes.
His pale face visibly regained its color, and his previously rapid and weak breathing gradually calmed down.
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
The assistant was completely dumbfounded, standing there for a long time without reacting, until Lu Zongming weakly said "water," at which point he hurriedly went to get the warm water from the car.
Soon, the sound of an ambulance siren grew louder as it approached, and paramedics ran over carrying a stretcher.
Seeing that the elderly man, who was originally on the verge of a heart attack, had actually regained consciousness and was able to speak normally, everyone was in disbelief and quickly went forward to perform basic examinations on him.
"Grandpa, how are you feeling now?"
The medical staff asked questions while taking blood pressure.
"I feel much better. My chest doesn't feel stuffy or painful anymore." After a while, Lu Zongming was finally able to speak normally.
He turned his head, his gaze fixed on Shen Yu beside him, his eyes filled with gratitude and shock.
"Young man, thank you so much. You saved my old man's life."
Shen Yu stood up, withdrew his hand, his face expressionless, and spoke in a flat tone:
"It was just a small favor."
Medical staff quickly lifted Lu Zongming onto a stretcher to take him to the hospital for a full examination.
Lu Zongming, lying on the stretcher, quickly winked at his assistant and then urgently said to Shen Yu:
"Young man, you absolutely must leave your contact information! I, Lu Zongming, will repay this life-saving debt handsomely! Whether you want money or any resources, as long as this old man can do it, I will do it without hesitation!"
The assistant quickly took out his phone and looked at Shen Yu with a sincere expression.
Shen Yu did not refuse and gave his newly registered mobile phone number.
He saved Lu Zongming not for any large reward, but for Jiang Xinlan, so that Lu Zongming could repay him later.
The assistant quickly jotted down the number, then hurriedly gave his own name and phone number, repeatedly assuring the old man that he would contact him as soon as he was settled to express his gratitude in person.
Shen Yu simply nodded slightly, said nothing more, turned and left, his figure quickly disappearing into the crowd.