Chapter 738: Telling Her Fortune

Said: "Zhiyuan, go draw some blood and do a paternity test with the child. Anyway, the paternity test does not have to be done by the father and son. You are the child's grandfather. As long as the child is tested to be related to you by blood, it can prove that the child is our grandson."

When these words came out, Han Xue and Han Qing opened their eyes wide at the same time, showing shocked expressions, as if they were surprised that Xia Jingshu would say so.

Xia Jingshu looked at Han Xue with a smile and asked:

"Do you think this is okay?"

Han Xue:...

Han Qing:...

Both mother and daughter seemed to have no reaction, and Han Xue seemed a little confused. After a while, she nodded and said okay.

Han Qing smiled. She looked at Mr. Ye and replied: "That's it, Mr. Ye, I'll call the doctor to draw blood for you and the baby."

The results of the paternity test will be available in eight hours at the earliest. Mr. Ye and Xia Jingshu will stay in the hospital. They will not go home until the results come out.

As for Ye Hao. He is in a famous temple in Yecheng at this time.

He, who used to sneer at the idea of ​​ghosts and gods, stepped into such a place for the first time.

This is a famous temple in Yecheng, called the Wind God Temple. There are many people who come here to burn incense and worship Buddha on weekdays, but they are mainly middle-aged and elderly people, and there are very few young people.

Ye Hao did not come here to worship gods. He came because he heard on the Internet that there was a blind fortune teller in this temple who was very accurate.

The fortune teller was an old man in his seventies with white hair. At this time, he sat there quietly without saying a word.

Ye Hao walked up to the old man, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the old man's eyes. After finding that the old man really couldn't see, he sat opposite the old man.

He coughed twice, and then reported a birth date:

"Seventeen twenty-five on October 17, Yi Hai Year, female. Old sir, please calculate the fate of this woman."

Ye Hao said in a deep voice, then reached into his pocket, took out a wallet, opened it, took out all the cash in it, and stuffed it into the fortune teller's hand.

This stack of money is at least seven or eight thousand yuan.

Although the old man couldn't see it, he knew what the stack of things in his hand was.

He frowned, and a trace of displeasure flashed across his face.

He put the stack of money on the table in front of him, and then just stretched out his hand to take one of the bills and put it in his pocket.

"Enough!" The old man only answered with two words.

Ye Hao opened his eyes wide. He didn't expect that the fortune teller would only ask him for 100 yuan.

All along, in his heart, these so-called fortune tellers are liars, just cheating money, and the more money they give, the more good things they say.

"Please calculate the fate of the woman I just reported, old man." Ye Hao spoke again, and he could hear the urgency in his tone.

The old man nodded lightly, then he moved his fingers, and his thumb kept tapping on the joints of other fingers for at least two minutes.

His lips were also moving, as if he was constantly reciting something, but no sound came out.

After a while, he suddenly frowned, and then did something that Ye Hao didn't expect.

The old man actually took out the 100 yuan he had just put into his pocket and put it on the table.

"What's wrong?" Ye Hao asked in confusion, not understanding what was wrong with the old man and why he returned the money he had taken.