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The flickering screen is like my mood, varying in light and dark.

Shaking my head, I answered and hung up the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Han."

"Boss Li, am I not bothering you?" Han Wenshan's voice was the same as before, but he didn't call me master like before, as if he wanted to close the distance.

"Of course not. It's a great honor for Mr. Han to call me despite his busy schedule." I chuckled.

"It was really presumptuous of me to send Lao Zhou here without saying hello last time. Boss Li is a real master. Of course he is busy with his own affairs, but I was negligent."

"Mr. Han is ridiculous, I'm just a nobody, running around for a living all day long."

"Boss Li is being humble! I know that truly virtuous people don't care about fame and wealth, but I think this is a good thing and should be seen by more people, so I took it upon myself to leave your name for you. I hope Boss Li won't blame you."

"It's too late for those children to thank you, so how can they blame you?" I sneered in my heart and did Tai Chi with him.

"Haha, I am in a good mood after learning from Boss Li and doing good deeds! I just happened to get a bottle of good wine today, and I am in a very good mood, but it is a pity that I have no one to accompany me."

"If Mr. Han doesn't mind, I'm willing to accompany you."

"As expected, I will arrange for Lao Zhou to pick you up."

After hanging up the phone, I rubbed my temples.

Han Wenshan is indeed an old fox. This move appears to be flattering, but in reality it is a threat.

He can donate to the welfare home, or he can close the welfare home.

In less than five minutes, just enough time to change clothes, the low-key Mercedes-Benz drove to the door of the shop, apparently waiting nearby early in the morning.

Getting in the car, the whole journey was silent.

More than half an hour later, I entered Nanshan Villa again.

"Boss Li, we are finally here. We have been waiting for you for a long time."

In the low-key and luxurious Chinese-style living room, Han Wenshan stood up to greet him with a smile on his face.

Next to him, his son, Han Junhao, followed.

Unlike his father, he looked at me with disdain.

"Junhao, hurry up and call someone. If it hadn't been for Boss Li last time, your life would have been in danger." Han Wenshan said sternly.

"Hello, Mr. Li." Han Junhao said impatiently and greeted him perfunctorily.

"What's your attitude?" Han Wenshan raised his eyebrows.

"Mr. Han, it doesn't matter." I smiled meaninglessly.

After greetings, I was invited to the restaurant by Han Wenshan.

The large solid wood dining table is filled with delicacies.

"Many upper-class people now like red wine, but I still prefer white wine, which is mellow and refreshing, with a long aftertaste." Han Wenshan opened the wine himself.

I glanced at the label. The value of this bottle of wine was about an average person's year's salary.

After a brief sip, the taste is mellow but not spicy, and the mouth is filled with the aroma of wine.

“Good wine!”

Putting down the wine glass, I praised it.

"Boss Li really has good taste. This has been something I have treasured for many years. I wouldn't even take it out if there are no distinguished guests. However, Boss Li likes it. I'll ask Lao Zhou to send you two bottles later."

Han Wenshan always kept a proper smile and lifted me up in a few words.

On the contrary, his son was more candid and showed disdain for me, a guy wearing street clothes.

"Mr. Han, I've had a drink too. If you have any questions, just tell me." I didn't move my chopsticks.

Han Wenshan was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "No hurry, let's eat first."

"Let's talk about it first, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to eat this meal." I smiled and stood up.

"Okay, boss Li, please follow me to the study." Han Wenshan wasn't angry either. Although he did all he could on the surface, the worry in his eyes revealed that he was actually more anxious than me.

"Junhao, come here too."

"What's the matter with me?" Han Junhao rolled his eyes.

Han Wenshan glared at him fiercely, and he reluctantly followed him to the study.

In the spacious study room, the curtains were tightly closed, and Lao Zhou stood guard at the door.

There is a set of purple clay teapots on the solid wood tea table, and Han Wenshan and I are sitting on both ends.

"Boss Li, you must have read the recent news about the Han family, right?" Han Wenshan asked his son to make me a cup of tea.

"I've heard a little bit." I nodded.

"I regard Boss Li as one of my own, so I'll make it clear that the old man has indeed been in some trouble recently." Even though there was no one else around, Han Wenshan still lowered his voice.

This is what I expected.

On the other hand, Han Junhao looked surprised: "Didn't the uncle come forward to say that the old man is fine?"

"Where have your brains gone?" Han Wenshan frowned, "Can such a thing be known to the outside world? I don't know how many opponents are watching in secret. They are eager for something to happen to our family. If we really want them to know something, why don't we unite? Get up and eat us?"

"What are you afraid of? How can the status of our Han family be shaken by those small fish and shrimps?" Han Junhao dismissed it.

"Idiot!" Han Wenshan scolded mercilessly, "The shopping mall is like a battlefield. Do you think the Han family relied on luck to get to where they are today?"

Han Junhao was scolded into silence, but he was not convinced and tilted his head to one side.

"What happened to the old man?" I asked after taking a sip of tea.

Han Wenshan sighed, and the hidden worry hidden deep in his eyes surfaced. He held the tea cup and pondered for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "The old man has a strange disease."

"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows, put down the teacup, and continued to listen to Han Wenshan.

"A week ago, the old man suddenly fell asleep and didn't respond to calls. During the day, there were no major abnormalities, but he would suddenly get up in the middle of the night."

"He does not move around normally like a human, but crawls around on all fours like an animal without turning on the lights."

Bewitched?

After listening to Han Wenshan's narration, these were the first guesses that came to my mind, but looking at his serious expression, I knew it was not that simple.

"Besides these, are there any other symptoms?" I asked again.

"Afraid of bright light, as long as the light is turned on in the room or there is a little light, the old man will go crazy and scratch himself with his nails. Moreover, he does not eat or drink, and his health is deteriorating. He can only rely on intraday infusions to maintain himself."

He is afraid of light and crawls like an animal. The more he hears it, the more he sounds like he is possessed by an evil spirit. But if it is just like this, with the strength of the Han family, why can't he find someone to solve it?

"Mr. Han, with all due respect, have you asked anyone to look at it?"

"I won't hide it from Boss Li. Whether it's a famous doctor or a Taoist master, we did find reliable people to see it, but we were unable to do anything." Han Wenshan sighed.

Han Junhao turned around with a surprised expression.

"If they can't solve the problem, how can I solve it?" I asked.

"Boss Li, don't belittle yourself. You are not an ordinary expert. You saved our father and son. You are simply our lucky star. Maybe you can also be the old master."

Han Wenshan put a high hat on me again.

But I heard that he was a dead horse being treated as a living horse doctor.

Of course, there is a more important point.