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Jiang Chen had keen eyes and immediately noticed that the young boy was ill, and it was no ordinary sickness.
"You young man, why are you dressed so lightly? Here, put this blanket over you," the old man said, pulling out a somewhat dirty wool blanket.
"I’m not afraid of the cold by nature; otherwise, I wouldn’t be wearing so little," Jiang Chen replied with a smile, not rejecting the blanket out of disdain for its dirtiness but because he genuinely didn’t need it.
"Well then, sitting by the fire will warm you up a bit. By the way, have you eaten? I have some Naan Bread here," the old man added, taking out a cloth bag containing the bread.
"I just ate and I'm not hungry. By the way, sir, aren’t you from around here? Why are you staying outside?" Jiang Chen subtly shifted the topic.
"We're here to pay homage to the Sacred Mountain; we’re resting here tonight," the old man explained.
"Sir, could you tell me about this Sacred Mountain?" Jiang Chen continued to inquire.
"You must be a tourist. Since you're here, why not join us tomorrow to pay homage to the Sacred Mountain? It’s very miraculous; it can ward off disasters and grant blessings. When I was a child, I fell seriously ill. The doctors said I wouldn’t make it, but my mother carried me to the Sacred Mountain to pray. After drinking the Snow Water that flows from it and taking some herbs given by a Lama nearby, I miraculously recovered," the old man recounted.
"That truly is amazing," Jiang Chen smiled.
"My grandson was just diagnosed with Leukemia a few days ago. The doctors said treatment would cost at least a million, and there’s a chance it might not even work. We don’t have that much money. This time I brought him to pray at the Sacred Mountain, hoping for divine intervention to save my poor grandson," the old man's tone was tinged with sadness, yet there was a flicker of hope in his eyes.
To him, the Sacred Mountain represented a form of hope.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen's perception sharpened as he took another look at the young boy. The boy's vitality was indeed very weak. Although modern medicine had little power against Leukemia, for Jiang Chen, it wasn’t considered a serious illness.
Most of the Tibetan people around were also there seeking blessings from the Sacred Mountain to cure their ailments. Through his keen observation, Jiang Chen noted that many of them had flickering life forces like candles in the wind, swaying precariously as if they could extinguish at any moment.
Jiang Chen sighed inwardly; life and death were part of nature’s cycle. To be honest, he shouldn’t interfere lightly in such matters. However, since he had witnessed their plight today and saw their pure kindness, he couldn’t bear to stand by and do nothing.
If fate demanded their demise, Jiang Chen would go against it. Of course, he wouldn’t act in his own name; he would wait until tomorrow after seeing the Sacred Mountain before making any plans. If it truly had miraculous properties, that would be wonderful; if it turned out to be just a natural phenomenon, he would consider this trip merely as sightseeing—nothing too serious.
"The Sacred Mountain will surely show its divine power; your grandson is so lovely and will be healthy for life," Jiang Chen said with a smile.
Upon hearing Jiang Chen's words, the old man's dark and aged face relaxed slightly as his wrinkles eased. Sometimes, comforting words could indeed bring hope and motivation.
Of course, what Jiang Chen said wasn’t merely empty comfort. Perhaps his reassuring words lifted the old man's spirits significantly; suddenly he gestured for Jiang Chen to come closer.
Jiang Chen leaned in as the old man whispered in his ear, "Young man, let me tell you a secret: there are immortals living on that Sacred Mountain—there’s even a fairy; I’ve seen her."
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