Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling-Chapter 118 - 119: Stay Alive

Su Nian opened the third lucky bag.

This time, the person who won the lucky bag was someone named Stay Alive.

Su Nian contacted him, typing out a private message: [Congratulations on winning. Would you like a divination by photo or by video call?]

Stay Alive: [It’s a little hard to explain this in writing. Let’s do a video call.]

Su Nian sent a video call invitation. A moment later, a man in his twenties appeared on the screen for everyone to see.

He had short hair and a scruffy, unshaven face. He looked utterly exhausted. He was wearing a hospital gown, and the background was clearly a hospital room.

This was a man suffering from a serious illness.

Stay Alive slowly managed a smile and said politely, "Hello, streamer."

But even uttering those few simple words, his voice was incredibly faint. It seemed to have taken a considerable amount of his strength.

[Is this guy sick or something!]

[Ah, forget it. He’s in a pitiful state. Since he won the lucky bag, I just hope the streamer can help him.]

[Seeing him like this reminds me of my grandpa. *Sigh*.]

Su Nian showed no pity. Instead, she took a bite of a peach and said matter-of-factly, "Please pay the divination fee first. One Carnival."

"Okay, okay. I’ll pay right now."

It seemed Stay Alive’s body truly couldn’t hold up for long. Even through the screen, you could sense his trembling hands and his shallow breathing.

In his condition, his movements were slow. It took him quite a while to finally send the gift.

A brilliant animation appeared on the screen, and Su Nian received her divination fee.

Su Nian closed her eyes and began her divination for Stay Alive. "Your forehead reading is inauspicious, indicating a poor start in life. You were likely born into a poor family. However, your cheekbones are full and your nose is well-formed, which shows you’re a person of good character. But you place great importance on wealth; your nostrils aren’t exposed, a sign that you hold onto money. Your obsession with money is so deep it has reached the point of being a psychological affliction."

"Furthermore, your Palace of Health—located at the root of your nose, just below the space between your eyebrows—governs your innate constitution, accidental injuries, and natural or man-made disasters.

If the Palace of Health shows a change, a bloody disaster is imminent.

But your Palace of Health is currently shrouded in a faint, bluish-black mist."

"To put it plainly, you’re about to have some terrible luck, and it will be caused by money."

Stay Alive’s eyes widened, a look of profound shock flashing within them.

He had been having a streak of bad luck recently, and it was getting worse and worse. It was an old lady he didn’t even know who had told him about this fortune-telling streamer.

At first, he’d dismissed the old lady as superstitious, but she had replied, "You’ve definitely run into something evil!"

He thought about it and, in the end, came to the stream.

He had originally planned to just give it a try, but when he saw that the divination fee was one Carnival, he regretted it.

He was paying his rent with money he’d found on the street. And now he was supposed to spend such a large sum on a fortune-telling.

He instantly decided that this kind of divination was all just psychological analysis and the streamer’s slick talk.

It wasn’t until his luck became unbearably bad that he finally decided to try the lucky draw.

Unexpectedly, he hit the jackpot on his first try and won a divination slot.

And it seemed this streamer actually had some real skill; she had managed to figure out quite a few things about him.

He was instantly convinced. After all, he wasn’t some celebrity. It was unlikely she knew who he was, and impossible for her to have investigated him in just a few minutes.

He nodded. A faint smile appeared on his pale face, bringing a bit of color back to his cheeks. He no longer looked as frightening as he had moments ago.

Seeing this, Su Nian continued, "But judging from your facial features, you should have a long life ahead of you. Yet, at such a young age, you show faint signs of an early death. You’ve been diagnosed with a critical illness, and the chances of recovery are slim."

Stay Alive froze, then couldn’t help but start coughing, the fit leaving his face looking drained. His worldview was crumbling. After a long while, he finally composed himself and said, "Yes... At first, this illness was just a minor thing. Who would have thought it would end up taking my life?"

Everything Su Nian had said was correct, leaving him utterly astounded.

"So, what is it you want me to divine for you?"

Su Nian’s gaze swept over his body. In her vision, a thin, smoke-like wisp of black energy was coiled around him, but a dense mass of it was especially concentrated over his abdomen.

After a moment of contemplation, Su Nian had her answer.

Stay Alive coughed weakly a couple of times, then asked a strange question.

"Streamer, what do you think is more important: money, or your life?"

[The streamer’s getting all the weird questions again!]

[Life is more important, obviously!]

[I don’t think so. I think money is important too. Even if your life is short, as long as you have money to spend freely while you’re alive, that’s pretty good. If you live a really long life but you’re dirt poor and miserable, I’d rather choose to be rich with less time to live.]

[Let me guess, did he get this sick because he was too cheap to get treatment?!]

Before Su Nian could answer, he continued in a weak voice, "My recent luck has been terrible. Truly terrible. I don’t know what’s going on. I get my things stolen on the bus, I fall into holes while walking, and even my instant noodles don’t have flavor packets."

[I can handle the other stuff, but that last one is unforgivable!]

[That is some pretty bad luck, but it might just be psychological, or maybe a specific phase.]

[Speaking of phases, I went through a period of insanely bad luck once. No idea what caused it.]

"But my bad luck doesn’t stop there."

Stay Alive sighed, the light in his eyes dimming.

"It all started with a small problem with my body. I was always coughing. I went for a check-up and they found nothing, but the coughing just got worse and worse."

"Then, a few days ago, the tests came back saying I have lung cancer!"

"I just can’t believe it!"

[Lung cancer!!! Doesn’t that mean you really don’t have long to live?]

[That disease is so painful.]

[How does someone so young get a disease like that? Is it because of smoking or something?]

"COUGH COUGH COUGH..."

Stay Alive coughed for a while before continuing.

"But it’s only April. At the end of February, I had a comprehensive physical for a new job, at this very same hospital. In just over a month, I’ve gone from being perfectly healthy to having terminal lung cancer. It just doesn’t make any sense!"

The string of misfortunes had gradually changed his perspective, even though he’d never believed in luck before.

But the lung cancer diagnosis gave him the strongest feeling of all—that, in the shadows of fate, it was as if someone had truly stolen his life away.

[Hearing it like that, something’s definitely not right!]

[Yeah, that progressed way too fast!]

[Maybe the doctor just missed it or made a mistake during the last physical.]

[No way they missed it. His lung cancer is already affecting him this much, which means it must be widespread. A month ago, it would have definitely shown up as a shadow on the scan. How could a doctor possibly not notice!]

[What if they just made a mistake!]

Seeing the bullet comments devolve into an argument, Stay Alive coughed and struggled to explain.

"I really wasn’t sick during that first physical."