Jiao An's left leg was broken and was hanging, as he lay on the hospital bed.
Nan Chu observed Jiao An's appearance, noticing a petty person's influence.
He was under a bad luck curse, and it had been cast quite a while ago, at least six months.
Jiao An became very nervous when Nan Chu noticed, and asked, "Sister Nan, is there a problem?"
"Someone cast a bad luck curse on you, but it's okay, I can break it." Nan Chu took out a talisman pen and drew an array.
Then she recited a mantra to break the bad luck curse on Jiao An.
While breaking the curse, Nan Chu also used a tracking technique, and she saw the magician who cursed Jiao An.
It was an old lady in her fifties who had suffered from backlash.
"The bad luck curse has been broken," Nan Chu said, "But this curse should have been caused by someone's mischief, someone close to you did this."
"Who do you think, among those around you, would harm you?"
Jiao An pondered for a moment and then shook his head, "I don't know."
