Chapter 2 [Chinese Hikers Become Masters of a High Caste]
This loud cry startled the crowd. No one cried or made a fuss, and even the Brahmin elder beside him stopped reciting the sutra. They all stared blankly at the 14-year-old noble master Bel Singh who sat up from the bed, panting and sweating.
Everyone was really scared. The 14-year-old boy who had been sentenced to death by the doctor and was about to go to heaven with only one breath left. He sat up from the bed on his own as soon as the doctor finished speaking. This is equivalent to a dying patient who exhales more than inhales and is about to die. I didn't expect that he couldn't sit up all of a sudden, and he didn't breathe anymore and actually opened his mouth to eat and said that he was cured and couldn't die. Who can accept this?
But in India, a weird country, all supernatural things are understandable, and all strange things are understandable. Seeing the fat 14-year-old Bel Singh sat up from the bed when the doctor pronounced the death sentence, do you think these people are not stupid?
But the first person to react at this time was the 65-year-old housekeeper Jamal, who was skinny and less than 1.7 meters tall. But at this time, he jumped from the carpet like a mad lion, jumped high and clamped Dr. Ram's neck with his dry hands like branches, shouting wildly.
"You idiot, you irresponsible bastard, our Singh master could have woken up, but you pronounced him hopeless. Are you a doctor or a murderer? Do you know that our master is a Kshatriya caste? Do you know that our Singh master is a descendant of the royal family? He was almost killed by your misdiagnosis. I want your life."
The scene immediately became a mess, and the happiest person at this time was the Brahmin elder who prayed to the shrine and statue for three days and three nights. Just now when the doctor pronounced the death sentence, the elder insisted on objecting and said that he could use the power of Lord Shiva to save the noble man's life. I didn't expect that just to cheat a few dollars, he actually saved this young life. The old priest's eyes were shining and he almost fainted with joy.
God's power is indeed infinite, and God's power is indeed to maintain the operation of the universe. I didn't expect that I have become so powerful. I can compete with the doctors in the secular world to determine the life and death of people. I am really too powerful. If this noble man can recover his health, then I will benefit a lot.
Just now, when the secular doctor Ram pronounced that the noble man of the Kshatriya caste lying on the bed could not be saved, he, the Brahmin elder, was the only one who raised objections. He insisted on chanting for three days and three nights without stopping. Now the boy is alive. If it is not his credit, then whose credit is it?
When watching this secular doctor being punched and kicked by the angry Singh family, the Brahmin elder stopped chanting. Not only did he not stop the Singh family's atrocities, but he stood up and stretched his body, then picked up the fruit plate next to him and ate the fruit while watching the show. He felt like a bystander watching the fun.
After a long fight, Jamal finally reacted and ordered the young men who beat him, "Throw this damn doctor into the pigsty for me, let him live with the pigs. He dared to misdiagnose and almost killed Master Singh. He deserves such a punishment. Take him away. In addition, tell Chef Hamil to quickly prepare some easily digestible food. The master hasn't eaten for several days. Hurry up and act quickly, quickly."
At this time, Jamal saw that Master Singh, who had rested in bed for a while, had a ruddy complexion. His breathing began to stabilize, but he stared at the crowd around him with a pair of big eyes curiously, and knew that Master Singh's body was recovering. He hurried forward and helped Master Singh lie slowly on the bed, while speaking softly.
"Master, you just woke up, so you should lie down and rest. Don't catch a cold. Chef Hamil will prepare the food in a few minutes, and then I will serve you something to eat, and then rest. I will take care of the rest."
Although the kingdom did not understand the situation, the dark and thin old man knew exactly what the kingdom was talking about. Now the kingdom has merged with the soul of the 14-year-old Bel Singh, and the two sides are inseparable. Bel Singh's 14-year-old memory has been taken over by himself. Of course, he understands his identity. Now he has become a high-caste Kshatriya boy in the Indian countryside. And he is also a noble descendant of the kingdom. Whether it is family or secular status, it is a hundred times or ten thousand times higher than his own machinery factory procurement.
Anyway, he is an orphan in China, although he just got a machinery factory procurement by bribing his superiors. In the past 5 or 6 years, he has accumulated a lot of various kickbacks and embezzled purchase money. Even if he returns to China within two years, the case will be discovered and sentenced to 20 years at that time, which is considered light.
Anyway, I have nothing to worry about and I have been reborn in the body of a teenage boy. There is nothing wrong with living again. Since I am here, I will make the best of it. I will be a landlord, Bel Singh, who is a high-caste Kshatriya in India and a descendant of the royal family.
Seeing the old butler Jamal, he is still so loyal and still the old servant who stands by him no matter right or wrong. Under the caring eyes, he smiled and nodded while lying on the soft and comfortable bed.
"Jamal, go tell the people at home, tell the people in the village. Master Belsinger is fine now, he is just weak and needs to rest for a while, tell them not to worry and do what they should do."
The old housekeeper Jamal's eyes flashed, he sneered, "Those damned untouchables are scared to death by the slightest thing. This is the kindness of Master Belsinger, you let them have a full meal."
"These untouchables are also grateful. They heard that you were unconscious and knelt on the open space in the center of the village. Praying for you has played a subtle role. I will notify them, you have a good rest."
Then he pulled up the pure cotton quilt for Belsinger, and then he straightened his back and leaned on the crutches to pray for three days and three nights. He smiled and bowed in front of the still energetic Brahmin elder, and then made a gesture of invitation. The two walked to the living room while talking. Then he gently closed the bedroom door, and the only person left in the room was Belsinger, who was still curious and excited.
Seeing that there was no one in the house, Belsinger leaned against the head of the bed and patiently looked at the room. In the village of Ragar, or even in the town of Sinjar, or in a big city like Udaipur, it is considered a huge room. But it is very dilapidated and old, and then he touched the pure gold necklace on his neck. Then he picked it up and saw all kinds of keys of different sizes hanging on it, and his face flushed with excitement.
He couldn't help but look up at the ceiling with mottled paint and said with a smile, "Ancestors bless you, your descendants' kingdom can be regarded as a shotgun upgrade, from a proletariat to a capitalist exploiting class. With a solid family property, a noble identity, and a superior status, you can finally live a comfortable life for two years."
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