Jiangcheng, First People's Hospital.
Grandma Wu looked at Xiao Chen, who had a high fever, with a face full of heartache.
"Old man, your grandson's examination results are out, and there is no problem."
A doctor held the examination form in his hand, looking embarrassed: "We also did a puncture and consulted with experts, but there was no result."
"Doctor, Chenchen has had a high fever for three days. I beg you to help." Grandma Wu wiped her tears and looked at Xiao Chen who was unconscious on the hospital bed.
"My suggestion is to transfer to another hospital. The doctors at the First Affiliated Hospital of Yenching University may be able to help."
The doctor was in a dilemma: "Where are the child's parents?"
"Let me make a call." Grandma Wu took out an old-fashioned phone with trembling hands and dialed Xiao's father's number.
"What's wrong?" An impatient voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Yuanhe, Chenchen is seriously ill. The doctor recommended transferring him to another hospital. I called you because I really had no other choice." Grandma Wu's voice trembled.
"Is he seriously ill?" On the other end of the phone, Xiao's father's voice was stunned.
"Yes, the fever won't go away, and the doctors can't find the cause. Yuanhe, after all, his last name is Xiao, so you usually ignore him."
"But now the child is dying, are you going to just stand by and watch?"
"This..." Xiao Yuanhe said hesitantly.
"Xiao Yuanhe, his birthday is coming up soon. I promised him we'd go overseas. Have you booked the yacht yet? Have you prepared the birthday present?"
Qin Yuan's voice came from the other end of the phone, her tone sharp: "We only have Mingming as our son, so please stop interfering in other people's business."
"Okay..." Xiao Yuanhe's perfunctory voice came from the other end of the phone, and then the call was hung up.
"Chenchen, please get well soon, Chenchen." Grandma Wu held Xiao Chen's little hand helplessly and cried sadly.
The doctor sighed and told the nurse to complete the discharge procedures for Xiao Chen.
Grandma Wu held Xiao Chen and walked out of the hospital gate.
Xiao Chen, who was drowsy due to a high fever, forced himself to open his eyes, stretched out his little hand and held Grandma Wu.
"Grandma, I feel much better, don't be sad."
Grandma Wu hugged Xiao Chen, her face full of pity: "Chenchen, grandma will take you to Yanjing to see a doctor. Don't be afraid, everything will be fine."
"Grandma, I miss my parents." Xiao Chen stared at the sky blankly: "I haven't seen them for a long time."
Grandma Wu was speechless. She just hugged Xiao Chen, gritted her teeth, and went to the station.
"Sister, this child doesn't look sick." At this moment, an old man who was picking up rags passed by and glanced at Xiao Chen inadvertently.
"The child has been running a fever and the cause cannot be found. Isn't he sick?" Grandma Wu was stunned.
"No, look at the child's face, it's a little dark." The old man pointed at Xiao Chen's face and said, "My grandson had this condition before."
"Maybe it got stained with something unclean."
"Then, what should we do?" Grandma Wu was now at a loss.
"Well, there's a Qingniu Temple in the north of the city. There's a Taoist priest there. Take the child to find him."
The old man said, "That old Taoist priest is amazing. My grandson had the same problem at first, but he got better right away after he found him."
"Really? I, I will take the child to find him right away." Grandma Wu quickly carried Xiao Chen on her back.
"Go quickly, it's a bit far if you follow this road heading north," said the old man.
Grandma Wu thanked the Taoist priest and carried Xiao Chen to the north of the city.
Qingniu Temple, a very small Taoist temple.
The mottled walls were covered with moss, and the incense burner at the entrance of the temple was full of ashes.
The Taoist priest took Xiao Chen and placed him on the cushion in front of the hall.
Grabbing his arm, I saw a hideous mark faintly visible.
He sighed softly, took a bowl of water, and dipped his right hand in the bowl.
Then he gently waved it a few times towards Xiao Chen.
After a while, Xiao Chen woke up.
He looked at everything around him with a dazed look in his eyes.
"Chenchen, are you awake? Ouch, your head isn't so hot anymore." Grandma Wu picked up Xiao Chen and touched his forehead, feeling both surprised and happy.
"This child has a rough fate, but he has a connection with Taoism. From now on, you can be my disciple." The Taoist priest said with a smile.
Xiao Chen stayed in the Taoist temple throughout the summer vacation.
He and the Taoist priest faced the rising sun and practiced their kung fu slowly. When the first ray of sunlight shone on his face, they had just finished practicing a set of kung fu.
"Master, what kind of Kung Fu are we practicing?" He wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked with his head raised.
"This isn't kung fu. Kung fu is a way to kill people. This is a health-preserving skill called Yunjin."
"Oh." Xiao Chen nodded thoughtfully. He then asked, "Master, what is the purpose of practicing this?"
"Strengthen your body and spirit, and all evil will be eliminated." The Taoist priest smiled slightly.
"I understand. There's an evil spirit in my body. Practicing this skill can keep it away from me."
The Taoist priest smiled, touched his head, took Xiao Chen's hand, and walked forward facing the rising sun.
"Master, where are you from?" Xiao Chen asked.
“Come from where you came from, go to where you are going.”
“Watch the sun rise and set, and the flowers bloom and fade.”
"Climb the peaks of the Five Mountains, see the four seas, and travel the famous rivers."
"When the work is done, I will leave without leaving any credit or fame behind."
"All living beings are just like that."
"Master, I don't quite understand." Xiao Chen's little face was a little confused.
"You will understand in the future."
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