NOVEL NEXT Chapter 19 Indeed Good Liquor_1
Chen Jiahang's face suddenly couldn't maintain composure.
"Are you making a fool of me?"
Yin Tian shook his head, "I'm not making a fool of you."
Chen Jiahang's expression eased somewhat.
"I am just playing with you."
Chen Jiahang's expression suddenly turned grim.
Next to him, Su Qinwei also frowned and said, directly holding Yin Tian's hand, "Chen Jiahang, who I choose is my business, and it has nothing to do with you, do you understand?"
In front of the crowd, Chen Jiahang's face turned red immediately.
Being ridiculed by Yin Tian was one thing.
But even Su Qinwei seemed to think he was meddling in affairs that were none of his concern.
"Oh, oh, today is such a good day for the opening of Jiahang Hospital, let's not argue and go inside to catch up," a classmate tried to smooth things over.
It was then that everyone walked into the interior of the hospital together.
Chen Jiahang's hospital had recruited many experts and senior traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, so there were quite a few patients on its opening day.
"Soon, my teacher, Divine Doctor Meng, will return, and if any of you have any illnesses, you can also seek my teacher's consultation," said Chen Jiahang, with a look of pride when mentioning Divine Doctor Meng.
Su Hang may not be large, but there were only four well-known divine doctors.
Divine Doctor Meng, one of them and his mentor, was such a distinguished title.
With that thought, a trace of resentment flashed in Chen Jiahang's eyes as he glanced at Yin Tian.
The group arrived at the top floor of the hospital, where Chen Jiahang's private banquet hall was located, adorned with gold and glitter, looking quite stylish.
"Come on, Qinwei, sit next to me," a female classmate beckoned to Su Qinwei.
Just as Su Qinwei was about to head over, she was pulled back by Yin Tian.
"What's wrong?"
Su Qinwei, puzzled, turned her head to look at Yin Tian.
Yin Tian spoke up, "The feng shui of this hospital is not good. To the southwest lies a vile force, and sitting in that position, there will be a disaster of bloodshed today."
Su Qinwei was somewhat skeptical at first, but remembering that everything Yin Tian had said had come true, she hesitated for a moment.
"I can't believe it, this son-in-law at our doorstep is also a street charlatan," Chen Jiahang scoffed from the side.
Yin Tian glanced at him, simply laughed, and treated his words as if they were a dog's fart.
This left Chen Jiahang feeling a sense of powerlessness, as if his punch had hit thin air.
He could only snort and then said, "Since you say there's a disaster of bloodshed, let's see how the feng shui of my hospital is bad enough to bring about such a disaster!"
Having said that, Chen Jiahang walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down directly.
"That's right, that's right. What era is it? Still believing in such feudal superstitions."
"I think some people are just trying to get attention."
The classmate all spoke up, all believing that Yin Tian was talking nonsense.
But as soon as Chen Jiahang sat down, one leg of the chair broke off.
With a crack, Chen Jiahang fell to the ground, hitting his head on the corner of the table, and his head split open.
Chen Jiahang cried out in pain as the blood gushed out.
All the classmates on the scene were stunned.
For a moment, they didn't know whether to look at Yin Tian or to help Chen Jiahang.
After all... this was too incredible to believe.
Chen Jiahang stood up from the ground and rubbed his head. "It's alright, it's all just a coincidence!"
"Exactly, exactly! They must all be coincidences, how can it be so exact?" said the female classmate.
Yin Tian didn't speak but instead shook his head.
Su Qinwei whispered quietly, "What's wrong? Isn't the disaster of bloodshed over?"
"The evil energy still lingers; there must be another disaster of blood to come," he replied.
Su Qinwei nodded, looking at Chen Jiahang with a hint of sympathy in her expression.
Despite the minor hiccup, everyone still took their seats.
Chen Jiahang had already bandaged his wound.
Having lost face, he naturally needed to restore it.
Picking up a bottle of red wine, Chen Jiahang said, "Classmates, what you don't know is that this red wine was specially selected from a winery in Australia, produced in 1975, much rarer than even the '82 Lafite."
"Jiahang really went to great lengths, today we're in for a treat!"
"That's right, that's right. It's still Jiahang who has the capability to let us drink such wine!"
"Today we must savor it properly."
The classmates all flattered Chen Jiahang's smelly feet.
Only Yin Tian shook his head, then discreetly took the tablecloth from the table and held it in front of his and Su Qinwei's faces.
"Hey? What do you mean by that, son-in-law at the doorstep?" a classmate pointed at Yin Tian and asked angrily.
Chen Jiahang was about to speak when suddenly there was a loud bang!
The bottle of red wine that had been in the hands of Chen Jiahang suddenly burst, slicing his palm.
Red wine splattered all over the table.
Except for Yin Tian and Su Qinwei, who had the tablecloth in front, everyone else was sprayed with red wine on their faces.
The male classmate who had just pointed accusingly at Yin Tian got a piece of broken glass embedded in his face.
The entire room fell silent in an instant.
No one expected that the valuable bottle of red wine would explode in Chen Jiahang's hands!
Yin Tian put down the tablecloth, smiling as he looked at Chen Jiahang, "How did a perfectly good bottle of wine explode just like that?"
"Hmm, must be another coincidence, right?"