Chapter 125 Every Needle Measured
Lu Yao listened quietly to Chen Meijuan's story.
Her fingertips traced the patterns on the copper coin.
The hexagram clearly indicates that Liao's idiocy is neither an illness nor a disaster, but rather a precise and targeted act of revenge.
The medical school transcript appeared before her eyes.
Hao Zhelan ranked first in the entire college in her minor in acupuncture.
Yu Liao probably never imagined that every night he thought was full of warmth was actually a hunter's careful measurement of his prey.
When the night is still and quiet, the silver needles travel along the meridians.
A needle can save lives or kill them; it all depends on the wielder's decision.
The Fengchi acupoint harbors convulsions, the Baihui acupoint buries chaos, and when the last needle, laced with medicine, lands on the Shenting acupoint, it is just like the scalpel that landed on Hao Zhelan's frontal lobe back then.
The pent-up emotions finally erupted yesterday.
Yu Liao has gone mad.
"Please, Master Qiannian, you must help me, save my son!" Chen Meijuan pleaded tearfully.
Hao Zhelan's palms were sweating.
Will that legendary Taoist master streamer reveal her revenge in her next sentence?
Suddenly, that clear, cold voice came through the screen:
"The reason your son became like this is because of the retribution for his sins."
She couldn't possibly help Yu Liao; this was an eye for an eye.
Some debts must be repaid.
Chen Meijuan froze, then burst into a furious scream: "My son is a doctor who saves lives! What right do you have to slander him?!"
The anchor smiled faintly: "Believe it or not. I won't do this divination."
With a crisp sound as the coins were collected, the live stream suddenly went dark.
The streamer abruptly ended the broadcast.
[This doesn't count as the first time encountering a streamer; Yu Liao must have committed a terrible sin.]
[I found out! Yu Liao is the director of the Fifth Mental Hospital, and he even received a medical contribution award last year!]
[Heh, it's all just a facade; who knows what they've been doing behind the scenes? The master of a thousand years never lies.]
[It's chilling to think about. The streamer mentioned karmic retribution; could it be that he harmed someone and is now suffering the consequences?]
Hao Zhelan's breath caught in her throat for a moment.
She loosened her clenched, white fingers and, in a daze, returned to the time when she woke up in the Fifth Mental Hospital, and it was this voice that whispered in her ear: "No one will believe you, take it slow."
That was her god.
After pulling her out of the endless abyss, they have now closed the door to judgment on her.
...
Chen Meijuan stared at the black screen of the live stream, her chest heaving violently.
Her son's reputation was ruined by that charlatan streamer, who even claimed it was some kind of karmic retribution!
She gritted her teeth, swiped her phone, and typed "metaphysical exorcism" into the search bar.
Dozens of live streams immediately popped up on the screen.
The cover of Kaiyang Daoren's book is gleaming gold, and the title reads boldly, "Specializing in resolving grievances and debts."
Chen Meijuan spent a fortune, participating in three carnivals in a row, and finally managed to secure a live connection opportunity.
Chen Meijuan burst into tears as soon as she connected online, pleading, "My son has been harmed by a villain, please save him!"
In the video, the Taoist priest Kaiyang strokes his goatee and says, "My lord, your son is suffering from the backlash of the Peach Blossom Curse!"
He squinted and calculated, "Is there some crazy woman who keeps bothering him?"
Chen Meijuan nodded quickly, as if she had found a kindred spirit.
The old Taoist priest shook his head: "This woman was a vengeful spirit in her past life, and she has come to collect her debt in this life. If this is not resolved..."
He deliberately dragged out his words, "At best, you'll lose all your wealth; at worst, you'll be childless and have no descendants!"
Chen Meijuan's face turned deathly pale: "Please, Master, give me some guidance!"
“There are two solutions.” Daoist Kaiyang held up two fingers. “First, ask for my talisman to slay evil. It costs eight thousand eight thousand yuan and you need to ask for it for seven consecutive days.”
"And the second one?"
Daoist Kaiyang lowered his voice: "That madwoman must be sent away. She was born to bring misfortune to your son."
Chen Meijuan's eyes lit up. Wasn't this exactly what she wanted? She could get rid of Hao Zhelan and save her son at the same time!
"I'll get right on it!" She eagerly scanned the code to pay. "Three talismans, please!"
On the other end of the screen, Master Kaiyang smiled with satisfaction.
The next day, Chen Meijuan rushed Hao Zhelan back to the Fifth Mental Hospital.
"Driver, take him straight to the Fifth Mental Hospital. He's a dangerous patient. Don't drive with the windows open on the way."
Two caregivers supported Hao Zhelan from either side, like escorting a prisoner.
The taxi slowly started moving, and Chen Meijuan breathed a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders.
Finally, this scourge was sent back to where it belonged.
The iron gates of the mental hospital will forever sever her connection with Yu Liao.
She believed that Master Kaiyang could definitely restore Yu Liao to his original state. She could almost see her son's wonderful life after his recovery: picking up the scalpel again, marrying a lady from a prominent family, and having several clever and witty grandchildren.
As for Hao Zhelan? She was nothing more than a painful interlude in his life.
“A blessing in disguise…” Chen Meijuan murmured to herself, a smile unconsciously creeping onto her lips.
Standing in front of the long-unseen Fifth Mental Hospital, Hao Zhelan looked up at the familiar building, the smell of disinfectant filling her nostrils.
"3rd floor, room 12, bed 302." The nurse skillfully handed over the patient gown.
It wasn't the VIP ward with soft sheets that Yu Liao had meticulously arranged for her, the gilded cage.
A barely perceptible smile appeared on Hao Zhelan's lips. This time, she could finally breathe the air of freedom.
"Raise your hand," the nurse commanded.
She obediently spread her arms, letting the nurse do as she pleased.
Almost there, just hang in there a little longer.
It felt so good to turn a genius into a complete waste, just like he did to me.
Having avenged his great grudge, he will never recover.
But I will get better, I will gradually recover, be discharged from the hospital, and start a new life.
Hao Zhelan said silently to herself.
The nurse roughly pushed her forward, but Hao Zhelan felt that her steps had never been so light.
A ray of sunlight shone through the iron window at the end of the corridor, landing right on her pale fingertips.
It felt as warm as a newborn.
...
One month later.
Chen Meijuan stared at the last number on her mobile banking app: 132.6 yuan.
This number was like a rusty pair of scissors, cutting off her last hope.
A month ago, she poured all her savings of 100,000 yuan into Kaiyang Daoren's live stream, giving him tips during the carnival and buying various talismans.
"Master, I'll pay any price!" she exclaimed, stamping her feet in frustration.
On the third day, Kaiyang Daoren disappeared without a trace, and even his live broadcast room was shut down.
A hoarse sound came from the hospital bed.
Yu Liao tilted his head, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth onto his hospital gown.
Chen Meijuan mechanically took out a tissue to wipe herself, her movements so practiced it was heartbreaking.
Outside the window, several doctors in white coats pushed a medicine cart past.
Chen Meijuan suddenly rushed to the window and pounded on the glass, crying, "Doctor! Try that imported medicine again! My son will get better!"
At the end of the corridor, the nurses at the nurses' station exchanged a pitying glance.
They've seen far too many families like this.
Chen Meijuan slid to the ground, her phone falling from her fingers.
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