Man From Another Wold

CHAPTER 3: HEALING AN ILLNESS

The conversation between Hansen and the old man attracted the attention of many people around. Some stopped to watch, while others sneered and whispered among themselves.

"Young people these days... selling charms? Who would believe that?"

"Right, this is the age of technology, not magic!"

Despite the ridicule, one person stood out from the rest.

An elderly man sat in a wheelchair, observing Hansen with a sharp gaze. His body appeared weak, but his eyes exuded authority. Beside him stood a graceful young woman. She had long, flowing hair, a gentle face, and clear eyes—so beautiful that she caught the attention of many passersby.

The old man finally spoke.

"Young man," his voice was deep and commanding, "you say your charm can cure diseases?"

Hansen turned and looked at the old man casually. "That's right."

The people around them chuckled, but the old man remained unfazed. He raised his hand slightly, signaling his granddaughter to push his wheelchair closer to Hansen’s stall.

The young woman hesitated for a moment but still obeyed, moving her grandfather’s wheelchair until it stopped right in front of Hansen.

"I have been ill for a long time," the old man continued. "Doctors say my condition is difficult to cure. If your charm truly works, prove it to me."

Hansen didn’t respond immediately. He observed the old man more closely.

From his pale skin, the slight trembling in his hands, and his weak body, Hansen could tell that the man suffered from blood circulation and nerve disorders. Not a fatal disease, but certainly one that made life uncomfortable.

A faint smile appeared on Hansen’s lips.

"Alright," he said, taking out one of the charms he had made. "Hold this charm in your hand for five minutes."

The young woman beside the old man looked unconvinced.

"Grandfather, don’t listen to someone like this," she said worriedly. "We can go to a better hospital. There's no need to believe in things like this."

But the old man just smiled slightly.

"There’s no harm in trying."

With trembling hands, he accepted the charm from Hansen and held it tightly.

The people around them watched with curiosity. Some still chuckled quietly, but others began to wonder—what would happen next?

They wanted to witness the foolishness of this young man.

The old man clutched the charm in his hand. At first, nothing seemed to change. He just sat quietly in his wheelchair, his expression remaining calm. However, after a minute, his brow furrowed slightly.

"Hmm…" he murmured.

"Enough, Grandpa! This is just a trick!" his granddaughter exclaimed, trying to snatch the charm from his hand.

But the old man raised his hand, stopping her.

"Wait," he said firmly.

Three minutes passed. The old man slowly began to move his fingers. His eyes widened. His hands, which had previously been stiff and difficult to move, now felt a warm sensation spreading from his palms to his entire arm.

The onlookers began to whisper.

"What’s happening?"

"It’s just a placebo effect, right?"

However, exactly at the five-minute mark, the old man did something that shocked everyone.

His once-trembling hand now lifted steadily. With slow but deliberate movements, he pressed against the armrest of his wheelchair, then—

He tried to stand.

His granddaughter gasped. "Grandfather! What are you doing?!"

The old man didn’t answer. He focused on his legs, which had felt weak for years. Slowly, he pressed harder and lifted his body slightly from the wheelchair.

The murmurs around them turned into astonishment.

"He… he can stand?"

"Impossible! Wasn’t he paralyzed?"

The old man finally sat back down in his wheelchair, breathing slightly heavily, but his face was filled with shock and joy. He stared at Hansen with sharp eyes.

"Young man… this charm…"

Hansen simply smirked. "Well? Still think it’s a trick?"

His granddaughter still looked doubtful, but her expression was now filled with confusion. She gazed at Hansen with a more serious look.

The old man was silent for a moment before letting out a small laugh.

"Hahaha… Interesting. Very interesting."

He glanced at his granddaughter. "Fatmala, bring me my checkbook."

His granddaughter looked surprised. "Grandfather, are you serious?"

"Very serious!"

Hansen accepted the check the old man handed him. The number written on it was significant to most people—one million dollars—but his expression remained neutral.

If this were his previous world, that amount wouldn’t even be enough to buy a single low-tier cultivation pill. However, in this world, money was everything. If he wanted to live comfortably and grow, he needed stable resources.

The old man noticed Hansen’s composure and smiled in satisfaction. "You don’t seem surprised, young man. Good. That means you’re not ordinary."

He then handed over something else—a golden card. The card looked elegant, with an exclusive logo shimmering under the light.

"This is a token from me," the old man continued. "Take this card and present it at any place bearing the same logo. You will receive priority treatment and can take whatever you need, free of charge."

The crowd watching was stunned.

"A gold card from the Atmajaya family?! That’s only given to important people!"

"My God, who exactly is this young man?!"

While the people whispered in shock, Hansen examined the card briefly before finally accepting it.

"Alright," he said calmly. "I’ll take it."

His granddaughter, still standing beside him, looked confused and hesitant. "Grandfather, are you sure?"

The old man chuckled. "Fatmala, remember this well. This world is far larger than you think. Sometimes, things that seem impossible can become reality."

Fatmala stared at Hansen with a complicated expression, as if seeing someone like him for the first time.

Hansen didn’t care about their stares. He knew this was just the beginning. If he wanted to dominate this world as he did in his previous life, he had to move faster.

He glanced at the check in his hand once more.

One million dollars?

A good start. But still too small compared to what I’ll obtain in the future.

Casually, he slipped the check and the golden card into his pocket, then stood up.

"Thank you for your business," he said before turning away, leaving the commotion behind.

Only after Hansen had left did the crowd snap back to reality. But when they searched for him, he was nowhere to be found.

Hansen was moving quite fast now.

"Ah, damn. I should’ve bought a charm from him," someone muttered, regretting that they had missed the chance.

Several others shared the same thought. However, some still believed it was just a coincidence.