The old fortune teller didn't expect that even He Yuanjiang, a gentle middle-aged man, would come to contradict him. He immediately said with some embarrassment: "Don't tell me what kind of bullshit science you are talking about here. What kind of science is it? It's just science."
You have to have basic common sense, right? Dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and mice can make holes when giving birth. I have type AB blood, and it is natural for me to give birth to a son with type AB blood! Is there any problem?"
He Yuanjiang said helplessly: "Old sir, you really have to believe in science. Although I am not studying medicine or biology, I am still a university professor, so I still have this basic common sense."
When the old man heard that He Yuanjiang said that he was a university professor, he suddenly panicked.
He saw that He Yuanjiang didn't look like a liar, so he felt that there was something fucking wrong with this matter.
So, he subconsciously asked: "Since you are a professor, can you explain to me why my son cannot have type AB blood?"
He Yuanjiang said seriously: "If we really talk about the principles behind this, I can't explain it clearly in just a few words, but you can just look it up online."
The old man quickly took out an off-brand mobile phone with a huge screen and wrote seriously for a long time. Then he saw that his expression suddenly became dull.
He did find relevant results.
On the Internet, all the statements are the same as He Yuanjiang's statement. Parents with blood types AB and O can only give birth to children with type A blood, or children with type B blood, and absolutely cannot give birth to children with type O or AB blood.
This also means that his eldest son is definitely not his biological son...
When he thought of this, he almost spit out blood!
Immediately, he picked up the phone in a panic, called his second son, and asked directly: "Second son, do you know what your blood type is?"
His second son said in surprise: "I remember it was type O. It seems to be the same as my mother."
"Type O?" The old man suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and blurted out: "Are you sure? Did you remember it wrong?"
"I remember correctly." The second son said, "Why don't you get caught stealing cables last time? The blood type test done by the prison before you go to jail must be registered in the file."
The old man's eyes suddenly went dark.
This is truly a fucking tragedy.
The eldest brother is not his, and neither is the second child?!
As he collapsed, he thought of his youngest son and couldn't help but make another phone call.
As soon as the other party connected, he asked: "Lao San, do you know what your blood type is?"
The younger son asked in surprise: "Dad, this is what you want to do on the phone? I'm driving a sports car. Recently, I'm not allowed to talk on the phone while driving. Cameras are everywhere to capture it."
The old man blurted out: "Tell me quickly!"
The youngest son asked in confusion: "Dad, why are you calling to ask this?"
The old man scolded: "Why do you talk so much nonsense? Can't you just answer whatever I ask you?"
The younger son hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, I have AB blood type, isn't it the same as you? I inherited it from you."
The old man suddenly became so angry that he almost fell to the ground.
The youngest son said at this time: "Dad, the teacher from Tengfei School called and said that this naughty kid couldn't keep up with his grades in all subjects and asked me to sign him up for a training class. I calculated that the registration fee alone is more than 3,000. What do you think?
Can you hand it over to him?"
The old man gritted his teeth and cursed: "I'll help his grandma!"
After saying that, he threw the phone on the ground, smashing it into pieces, and then burst into tears.
He never dreamed that none of his three sons were his.
He couldn't help covering his face in pain: "I... what evil have I done? I... have worked so hard all my life to raise sons and grandchildren for others..."
After saying that, he completely collapsed and lay on the ground, crying loudly.
He Yuanjiang was also stunned.
He always thought that Ye Chen was deliberately angry with the old man, but he didn't expect that Ye Chen's words came true.
He hurriedly asked Ye Chen: "Ye Chen... what... is going on..."
Ye Chen shrugged helplessly: "That's what happened. Judging from his appearance and divination, he shouldn't have a son, but he still has three. That's obviously wrong. But now
The case was solved and he indeed had no son."
He Yuanjiang couldn't help but ask: "Can fortune telling and fortune telling really be so accurate? Isn't this amazing?"
Ye Chen stood up, and while pulling He Yuanjiang away, he whispered: "Uncle He, actually I just teased him on purpose, but I didn't expect that my crow mouth actually got it right..."
"Ah?!" He Yuanjiang said dumbfounded: "This...is this true?!"
Ye Chen smiled and said: "A blind cat encounters a dead mouse! Nothing is impossible."
He Yuanjiang asked again: "Then what did he say about Zhiqiu being in trouble just now?"
Ye Chen waved his hand: "That's all his nonsense, don't take it to heart at all."
He Yuanjiang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.
He also discovered that the old fortune teller was indeed a big liar.
Therefore, the tension in his heart immediately eased a lot.
Ye Chen remembered the hexagram he had just divined and said to He Yuanjiang: "Uncle He, if you have time in the afternoon, pay more attention to the news on the local situation in Syria. Zhiqiu participated in military operations with the government troops, so I
I believe their safety is guaranteed, and if there is any accident, there should be some relevant clues in the news."
He Yuanjiang nodded in agreement and said: "What you said makes sense, then I will pay more attention to the local news. I do have some good media friends, and I can speak to all major media companies. These few
Large media should have war correspondents and news networks, and I asked them to help me pay attention to first-hand information."
Ye Chen hurriedly said: "If there is any news, please tell me as soon as possible."
"good!"
Ye Chen looked at the time and said, "Uncle He, just go back to school. I'm leaving too."
He Yuanjiang pointed to the old man lying on the ground rolling and crying in the distance, and said with some sympathy: "What should I do with this old man?"
Ye Chen said helplessly: "I can't help it. He doesn't have a son in his life. I can't change him. Let him digest this matter slowly."
He Yuanjiang sighed helplessly and said: "Okay, I'll leave first. We must keep in touch today. No matter who has any information, we must exchange it with each other as soon as possible."
"no problem."
Seeing He Yuanjiang cross the road, Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh and murmured sadly: "I always feel that something is about to happen to He Zhiqiu, and there is not much time left for her, but how can I save her? I don't know where she is.
,2 I don’t know how to get to Syria..."
"You know, war is raging in Syria right now! The situation is so turbulent that there are no direct flights to this country from any city in the country."
"There are even reports on the Internet that Syria's civil aviation system has been completely stopped long ago. Maybe they have to fly to neighboring countries first, and then find a way to enter the country by land..."
"In that case, the time spent on the road will be at least 24 hours. If there is any danger, this time will be too late to make any reaction..."