The blind man's chronicle

The Blind man's argument

Zaiden stood at the entrance of Paradise Villa, his clothes worn and face weary because it was very stressful getting here, but he held himself with confidence, masking his blindness. He wore black glass and didn't bring his stick.

He knocked and stood up straight, and the guard stepped out, sizing him up with a disdainful look at his dirty clothes. “What do you want here?” the guard sneered.

“I am here to treat Ms. Cynthia,” Zaiden replied calmly.

The guard scoffed. “Do you have an appointment?”.

“No. I heard it’s an open offer, available to anyone qualified. I want to help”

The guard laughed, crossing his arms. “Look at you—barely dressed for a village fair, and you think you can just waltz in here? Do you even know where you are? people like you can't be here”.

Zaiden kept his tone steady. “I’m here to help. Just inform her that someone’s here who might be able to cure her blindness.”

“Oh, really?” The guard’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “So you think you, of all people, can do what the best doctors couldn’t?. you look even young and haggard, I guess you are here beg. look, This place isn’t for beggars who want a quick buck. Take a look at yourself, fool!”

Zaiden clenched his fists, keeping his composure. “I’m not here for money. I am here to help, I can treat her Within thirty minutes.”

The guard rolled his eyes. “Sure, you are. Now, get out of here before I call someone to throw you out. you have no business near Paradise Villa.”

Ignoring the insults, Zaiden pressed on, his voice resolute. “Then let me talk to someone who can decide that, not you.”

The guard scoffed louder, shaking his head. “Dream on. No one’s going to waste their time on a pathetic, nobody like you.”

Just then, as the guard continued his grumbling, Zaiden turned toward him with a calm expression. "You have been struggling with constipation and difficulty urinating, haven’t you?” he said.

The guard froze, eyes wide in shock. “What... how did you know?”.

Zaiden continued, his tone unhurried. “You are also having trouble digesting your food, and I can tell you haven’t been sleeping well at night. There is a faint odor too—a sourness that comes from frequent vomiting. I would say you have something called intestinal heat syndrome.”

The guard stared at him, speechless.

Zaiden nodded. “It’s common for those who don’t eat a balanced diet and have irregular routines. If left untreated, it can worsen, affecting your organs. A simple herbal mixture of dandelion root, barley, and licorice root should relieve the symptoms. Also, drink warm water with lemon each morning.”

The guard blinked, his shock turning to confusion, then a hint of embarrassment. “How… how do you know all this?” he stammered.

Zaiden simply replied, “I’ve trained my whole life in medicine. I can sense things others miss. The scent, your breathing pattern—it told me everything.”

He gulped.

"So, can you know believe me", He asked him.

The guard gulped, eyes wide with a newfound respect and disbelief.

“Fine… come in,” he muttered, stepping aside reluctantly and signaling Zaiden to follow.

Inside Paradise Villa, Zaiden kept his head high despite the elegant surroundings and the scrutiny that awaited him. The guard led him through the hall, eventually reaching the dining room where the Randall family was gathered, almost ready for dinner. As soon as they saw Zaiden’s worn clothes and weary appearance, a few of them cringed visibly, and several held their noses in disdain.

Mrs. Hailey, a stern woman with a piercing gaze, was the first to break the silence. “What is this nonsense?” she demanded, “Who let this… man into our home? What kind of audacity do you have to bring someone like this in?”.

Mr. Randall, the head of the family , a man in his 70's, stately figure with an air of authority, looked just as displeased. He shot a harsh glare at the guard.

“Is this some kind of joke?” he barked. “You bring a beggar into my home? Have you lost your mind?”.

The guard quickly defended himself. “Sir, he… he claims he’s here to treat Ms. Cynthia. I wouldn’t have let him in, but he… he knew things just by smelling, he is good!".

Mrs. Hailey chimed in, "What, this haggard man is here to treat my daughter?".

Fiona and Dustin, two young members of the family, exchanged mocking looks.

Fiona sneered. “What, he read your fortune or something? this is another person that wants to exhaust us!".

Dustin, leaning back with a smirk, added, “Honestly, He is a beggar and young, something that big doctors couldn't even treat, and this young inexperience can do it?".

Zaiden stood unfazed, his blind eyes hidden behind his dark glasses, but his posture held firm. Ignoring the insults, he spoke directly to Mrs. Hailey.

“I have come to offer my help,. I’m trained in Eastern medicine, and I believe I may be able to help your daughter. your daughter can see again”

Mrs. Hailey scoffed, her face flushed with anger. “Help my daughter? Who do you think you are, walking in here and claiming you can do what the best doctors couldn’t? You mock us by even suggesting it!”.

Zaiden remained calm, sensing her skepticism. “It’s not mockery".

Mrs. Hailey was very angry as she stormed at him and have him a soundful slap.

Smack!!!.

Then his glass broken and fell from his face.

The family was shocked by what they found, Zaiden's eyes was damn shut!!!.

"wait, I think this man here is blind", Dustin said after inspecting him very well.

Mr. Randall asked, "Are you really blind!".

Zaiden gulped and stated, "Yeah!, I am blind!".

what!.

Almost everyone gasped