Chapter 294 He Asked for Me

The next day, amid the curling incense, Duan Jing looked at Mi Bao kneeling on the cushion with a pious look on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

His expression was hard to describe. "Is this the person up there you were talking about?"

Mi Bao nodded his head and said, "Yes, that's right. Bodhisattvas are so powerful. If you want anything, just ask them."

As he spoke, Mibao took out a dollar and put it into the merit box. He clasped his hands together and began to pray: "Bodhisattva, I want to get a perfect score on the test. Please, let me get a perfect score so that I can go to Peking University or Tsinghua University in the future."

She said in a tone that said anything is fine, she's not picky, and Duan Jing's mouth twitched even more.

No, she wants to go to Peking University by spending just one dollar?

It's not about the money.

Is it enough to kowtow a few times to get into Peking University?

Mibao believed this very much and got up early in the morning to bring him here.

This was the third temple they had visited.

There was a Taoist temple on the way, and she took him in to worship.

Mi Bao pulled his sleeve and said, "Second brother, come here too. Please pray to the Buddha for help in your exam."

What’s it called?

Mibao scratched his head and racked his brains.

Duan Jing reminded: "Job title."

"Yes, that's it." Meebao pushed him forward. "Hurry, hurry, hurry."

The little girl looked expectant. Duan Jing didn't believe it, but still clasped his hands together obediently.

After walking out of the main hall, Mibao started to worship in each hall one by one, more skillfully than the aunt next to him.

Duan Jing didn't disturb her, just watched quietly.

Gradually, Mi Bao also realized something. He suddenly stopped and asked, "Second brother, don't you believe that the Bodhisattva will bless us?"

Duan Jing said gently, "I believe in science more, but I also respect your beliefs."

Mibao tilted his head and thought for a while, then understood.

Anyway, I just don’t believe it.

She looked up at him and said seriously, "It really works. Dad said that he begged me for it."

Duan Jing was a little surprised, but he still looked unconvinced.

Mibao became anxious and thought of something. Suddenly, he took his hand and ran towards a tree.

This is a blessing tree with many red silks hung on it, and everyone's wishes are written on the silks.

"Found it." Mibao suddenly stopped, pointed his chubby paw at the red silk fluttering at the highest point, and said, "Look, brother, that's what Dad wrote."

Duan Jing looked up.

There are many red silks, but there is only one at the highest point.

He looked at it for a long time and finally saw the words clearly, and his face showed surprise.

It was really written by Gu Qian.

May Mibao be healthy and live a long life. - Gu Qian

Just a few simple words.

Duan Jing didn't expect that Gu Qian actually believed this.

How should I put it, it’s a little hard to tell.

Mi Bao took him to other temples and Taoist temples, and Duan Jing discovered that there were traces of Gu Qian in these temples and Taoist temples.

Judging from Mibao's appearance, he was brought in randomly.

He suddenly had a guess in his mind and asked, "Mibao, could it be that your father has been to all the Taoist temples and monasteries around here?"

Mibao nodded. "Yes, Dad said that I was seriously ill once before and the doctor said I couldn't be saved. Dad came to the temple and I survived."

She tilted her little face up, and the sunlight shone on her face, making her look a little warm.

Mi Bao cupped his hands in front of his chest and said, "It was the Bodhisattva who saved me, so I believe that the Bodhisattva can hear my wishes."

Duan Jing was speechless.

He originally thought that praying to gods and Buddhas was just a form of psychological comfort for everyone.

But they underestimated the power of faith.

He couldn't help but look at a mother who was worshipping with her child on her back. She bowed every three steps and kowtowed every nine steps. She looked very tired, but her eyes were full of hope.

A picture came to his mind. Gu Qian once carried little Xiaomibao on his back in the same way. His tall figure knelt on the ground with his head lowered, just to keep Mibao.

For some reason, his heart was touched.

Duan Jing lowered his head, touched Mibao's little head, and said, "You have a good father."

"Of course!" Mibao puffed out his chest proudly, "My dad is the best dad in the world!"

Duan Jing smiled, pinched her face, and then walked over to the mother carrying the child. He squatted on the ground and said to her, "Hello, I'm a doctor. Can I see the child?"

Hearing this, the mother thanked him repeatedly.

Duan Jing gave the child a simple examination and asked about his symptoms, and he had already made a conclusion in his mind.

He took out his cell phone, made a call, and then said to the mother, "Take your child to Nancheng First Hospital to register for hospitalization. I've already told them."

Hearing this, the mother's face turned bitter. "I've thought about Nancheng First Hospital, but the medical expenses... I..."

She pinched the corner of her clothes in embarrassment.

Duan Jing said, "It's okay. Our hospital has a support program and you can apply for free treatment. Just go there first. My name is Duan Jing. Just mention my name when you get there. I can cure this disease."

Hearing his name, the mother's eyes lit up, "You, you are Doctor Duan Jingduan?"

Duan Jing nodded, "It's me, don't worry, everything will be fine."

The mother was so excited that she kept thanking him and even wanted to kowtow to him, but was stopped by Duan Jing.

Mi Bao held up her little face and watched this scene. She seemed to understand her second brother.

Although some people do not believe in Buddhism or Taoism, they have their own beliefs in their hearts.

It doesn't necessarily have to be religion.

Like Duan Jing, his belief is that a doctor should have a compassionate heart, and he has been practicing this.

After finishing the arrangements, Duan Jing looked back at Mi Bao and saw the little girl looking at her with sparkling eyes. She couldn't help but chuckle, "What's wrong?"

Mibao shook his little head and said, "Brother, you are shining."

Duan Jing looked at her with some confusion, not understanding what she meant.

"Do you still want to worship?"

Mi Bao nodded, "Yes, there are still several temples I haven't visited. Dad said he doesn't know which Bodhisattva or deity saved me, so if I want to fulfill my vow, I have to visit all of them so that I don't miss anything."

Well, if any god or bodhisattva could give her a perfect score, her worship would not be in vain.

Duan Jing choked. He had never seen such a wide-ranging way of worship.

Don't understand, but respect.

After accompanying Mibao in worshipping for a whole day, Mibao finally arrived at a temple and walked into a hall with ease. Unlike other halls, this one housed tablets.

Mibao walked to a colorful memorial tablet, took out a lollipop and the small flowers that her teacher rewarded her from her small bag, placed them in front of the tablet, then took out three incense sticks, kowtowed, and stood on tiptoe to put them in the incense burner in front of her. She was very well-behaved.

Duan Jing stood at the door and looked at the tablet curiously.

There were only two words written on it.

Lin Qian.