Chapter 8: Peach Blossom Curse

Fabricio asked in surprise, "Dean Zeigler, are you concerned about him...?" Graydon sighed softly, his expression complex, "Fabricio, to be honest with you, Harve and I... were actually fellow disciples in the same school, however, when we were young, due to certain reasons, we had a falling out, leading to our current situation.” As he mentioned "certain reasons", Graydon displayed a hint of embarrassment, quickly masking it. After composing himself for a moment, he continued, "But after all, he is still my junior brother, out of respect for that relationship, if there's any way I can help him... I'd like to do what I can." "So, Fabricio, do you think you can...?" Well, it is actually just a feeling of guilt and a desire to make amends? With this thought in mind, Fabricio slowly shook his head and calmly replied, "Dean Zeigler, now that you've brought it up, I don't mind telling you, I'm just telling the truth, I'm afraid it might be hard for you to believe me, as for him, it's even less likely for him to believe it.” Graydon frowned and said, "Why?" Fabricio explained, "Because what he has isn't an illness at all." "What!?"Graydon's eyes widened in disbelief, "Not an illness? Then, what's going on with him?" "He's affected by the Peach Blossom Curse." Fabricio looked directly into his eyes and said seriously, "And it is also called the Peach Blossom Tribulation." "Peach Blossom Curse? Peach Blossom Tribulation? This...isn't this feudal superstition?"Graydon vigorously shook his head, finding it utterly unbelievable. "That's why I said, even if I tell you the truth, it might be hard for you to believe." Fabricio was not joking, talking nonsense. The multitude of wrinkles and their disorder in Harve's eyes was a clear indication of being under the influence of a Peach Blossom Tribulation. It was just that due to its association with Feng Shui, and few people believed in it, which explained Fabricio's previous silence on the matter. As expected, Graydon obviously remained unconvinced. However, considering his future expectations of learning the Primordial Nine Needles from Fabricio, he did not outright challenge it, instead, he dedicately inquired, "Fabricio, it's not that I doubt you. But what you're talking about with Peach Blossoms Curse... there's simply no scientific foundation for it." "Indeed not." Fabricio shook his head and said, "But it is the fact. If you insist on an explanation, you could understand it as an unverified harmful magnetic field." "Just like the Bermuda Triangle and the mysterious locations like Santa Cruz in California, these places hold as much mystery as Feng Shui, but science also struggles to explain them, right?" "Well..." Graydon was speechless for a moment. Indeed, something that science cannot prove doesn't necessarily mean it doesn't exist, unless substantiated evidence is presented. Furthermore, Feng Shui metaphysics could be traced back to the dawn of civilization and has endured to this day, transcending annihilation, there are even similar ones in various countries around the world, such as astrology or tarot cards, can one claim that they lack all rationale? Even in science, isn't existence often equated with reason? With a wry smile, he shook his head and said, "But this... is too incredible." Fabricio Wang smiled and was about to speak when his cell phone abruptly rang, glancing at the screen, he noticed an unfamiliar number, initially inclined to dismiss the call, after a brief pause and an apology to Graydon, he decided to answer, "Hello, yes?" "Hello, I am Officer Sean Gilbert from the West Lake District Police Station. Are you Mr. Fabricio Harrison?" The West Lake District Police Station! ? His brows instantly furrowed, and Fabricio responded cautiously, "Yes, that's me, what can I do for you?" "Here's the situation, your brother Davey got into a fight and injured someone..." "What!?" His eyes suddenly widened and exclaimed, "My brother got into a fight? That's impossible! I know my brother's temperament, he's never been in a fight in his life, how could he have hurt someone?" "It's not a matter of possibility, it's about evidence." "Now not only is the evidence clear, but your brother has also admitted to it, so I would like to ask if your family could come by promptly to solve the problem..." "...Okay. West Lake District Police Station, right? I've got it. I'll be there shortly." "A call from the police station? Fabricio, what's happened?" Fabricio's face turned grim as he furrowed his brow, "They said my brother involved in a fight, okay, Dean Zeigler, I have to rush there immediately, we'll talk about this later." But just as he pressed the elevator button, something struck him, hurriedly, he retrieved a note from his pocket, and handed it to Graydon, "Dean Zeigler, this is the prescription I wrote for my sister, could you please arrange it for me?" Originally intending to personally prepare the medication, the current situation left Fabricio no time, so he sought Graydon's help, the latter readily accepted, saying, "No problem, go ahead." "Thank you, Dean." After Fabricio left, Graydon unfolded the prescription and took a look, however, upon seeing it, he couldn't help but emit a soft sigh. After a long while, he slowly shook his head, murmuring, "I didn't notice it. Fabricio's handwriting is actually quite good." In fact, this was due to Fabricio using a signature pen, if he had used a writing brush, then Graydon, as a member of the Jefferton province Calligraphy Association, would have undoubtedly recognized that it was nationally one of the most renowned fonts, the Yan style is known as "calligraphy of the highest order". Shaking his head and clicking his tongue, Graydon glance downward, suddenly, his pupils shrank. "This...this is...?" "Ten-Day Intermittent prescription!" What is a Ten-Day Intermittent prescription? Within ten days, this prescription can completely heal broken bones, my goodness, this is an extraordinary prescription lost to time, leaving only fragments behind! Ever since encountering the fragments of Primordial Nine Needles on Mount Longhu thirty years ago, Graydon has been completely enamored with traditional Chinese medicine. Later he seized every opportunity to explore various ancient texts on traditional Chinese medicine, particularly fragments of ancient prescriptions, this interest even bordered on obsession. Regarding Ten-Day Intermittent prescription, Graydon found a clear notation in an ancient book, it recommends two doses daily, taken continuously for a minimum of ten days, up to a maximum of fifteen days, promising complete recovery from severe broken bones injuries. Note that it guarantees full recovery, not just a partial remedy, this demonstrates its miraculous nature. Even with modern medical advancements, healing injured muscles and broken bones usually takes at least a month! "I can't let this slip by, Fabricio seems to harbor a tremendous treasure within him, if I can't uncover it completely, I won't rest until I do!" Graydon's excitement caused uncontrollable tremors, seeing the potential to realize his dream of Chinese medicine through Fabricio! Just thinking about the recent conflict gave him a headache again. If I couldn't keep him in the hospital, how could I continue learning from him? Seeking guidance shamelessly? I am almost sixty years old, can I still afford such an approach? As frustration loomed, a sudden realization dawned on him. "I feel embarrassed, but don't I still have a good granddaughter? If I have her study under Fabricio...hehehehe, that's it!" As for the authenticity of this prescription? At first, even he doubted the authenticity of the Primordial Nine Needles. How could it revive the dead? Isn't like a joke? But it turns out? It is absolutely no exaggeration to say it has the power to revive the dead! Now, with the same person providing the prescription, what reason does he have to question it? Of course, more importantly, this prescription was specifically for his sister Waimarie. Graydon had make up his mind and planned to arrange the medicine first, and then call his beloved granddaughter, but as he turned, he spotted Wilton and Harve running towards him. Slightly startled, he asked in surprise, "Wilton, you..." Before he could finish speaking, Wilton pressed the elevator button downward, urgently instructing, "Something serious has happened, Graydon, come with us!" "Uh...?"Graydon frowned, asking, "What's happened?" Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Wilton stepped into the elevator, his face unusually serious, he whispered, "A minute ago, Iggy Harrison from Accord Group was rushed to our hospital due to a sudden cerebral infarction, the situation...may not be good." Instantly, Graydon's expression changed drastically, his demeanor more solemn than ever before. As doctors, especially top experts like them, they feared encountering such circumstances the most. A wealthy figure, a disease with high fatality rate, occurring suddenly! If the situation wasn't too severe and the patient could be saved, or if the family was reasonable, that would be manageable, but if the patient couldn't be saved, with multiple interests at stake, and unreasonable family... "Let's hope... it's not too critical." Wilton nodded heavily, even Harve rarely argued with him, however, observing his worried demeanor, Graydon couldn't help but wonder. Did he agree with what I said, or did he not hear it at all? With uneasiness, the group quickly rushed to the MRI room. From a distance, Wilton stretched out his hands and said in a low voice, "Mr. Harrison." Among the crowd, a square-faced young man in his early thirties turned around, his face full of worry, shook hands with Wilton, and said, "Dean Ford, my father... is counting on you." Unable to make any assurances, Wilton responded solemnly, "We will definitely do our best." After saying that, he turned around and asked, "Have the results come out yet?" Before he could finish, a doctor running quickly from the office and said urgently, "The results are out." Without Wilton's instructions, Jack, the Chief Neurologist, snatched the report. But upon a quick glance, his expression changed instantly.