Chapter 17 She is not sick

The scene was so shocking that everyone fell silent for a moment. Even the sound of mosquitoes flying in the store disappeared. People could only hear the faint breathing of the girl in the wheelchair.

"Hello, I..." The girl in the wheelchair spoke with difficulty, as if she wanted to say something to Bai Mian, but she couldn't muster the strength. Her cousin who was waiting in line for her hurriedly said:

"Master, this is my cousin He Huashan. The two behind her are her father and mother. I lined up today to ask you to check her pulse. By the way, my name is He Shiqiu. Just tell me if you need anything!"

Then, He Shiqiu turned around and introduced the couple, "Uncle and aunt, this is the master you saw in the live broadcast room yesterday. I was lucky that I got a number today when I lined up for the first time. You can tell me about my cousin's situation."

After finishing his words, He Shiqiu consciously retreated back into the crowd, leaving time for his cousin and uncle and aunt.

The onlookers looked at each other in bewilderment, feeling ashamed for having just yelled at He Shiqiu.

The parents came forward, and before the man even opened his mouth, he knelt on the ground and said, "Master, we saw your message on our phone yesterday. I know you are very accurate in what you say. Please save my daughter and tell me if her illness can be cured!"

Weng Xuhua quickly helped the man up from the ground and patiently soothed him, "Don't be impatient. If you have anything to say, just take your time. How can you kneel down in front of the child?"

The couple sat down at the table. The woman cried and kept her head down, wiping away tears. The man forced himself to tell them about his family's situation:

"My name is He Jing, I'm 48 years old, and this is my wife Li Mengmei, who is the same age as me. We were both born in the countryside, and later found jobs in the city with our skills. We bought a car and a house, and we have two daughters. We used to live a good life, but I don't know which god in heaven we offended to make our family suffer such a disaster—"

He Jing rubbed his chest when he said this, and he was obviously a little heartbroken. Gao Jin poured him a cup of hot water. He drank half of it before continuing, "My little daughter is called He Ruchu. She is very beautiful and well-behaved. But when she was seven years old, the water heater at home exploded while she was taking a bath alone, scalding her. Although we immediately sent her to the hospital, we still couldn't save her. She died after staying in the hospital for a few days."

"We only have our eldest daughter Huashan left. God is so unfair that he didn't even want to leave us this one daughter. After our youngest daughter left, our eldest daughter started to get sick again and again. Sometimes she would vomit while eating, and sometimes she would suddenly faint. We took her to the hospital for various tests, but we couldn't find the cause of her illness. All her organs were normal. We spent a whole year trying to cure her illness, but we spent a lot of money."

"Later, we had no choice but to quit our jobs and take our daughter to Beijing for medical treatment. We visited many famous doctors, but no doctor could diagnose what disease my daughter had. Some said it was like freezing, some said it was like anorexia, and some said it might be a rare disease that had never been discovered before. My daughter is the first case in the country."

"I am confused by all these different opinions. I can't tell who is right and who is wrong. Anyway, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, we will treat our daughter!"

"We sold our car and house and took our daughter to various treatments. These treatments were very expensive, but the effects were not very good. We had tried everything, but we could only watch our daughter weaken little by little. She kept losing her hair, became sleepy, ate less and less, and her muscles were atrophying. In the end, she couldn't even stand up. As a father, I was really anxious and angry!"

"After losing our jobs, we lost our source of income and our savings were quickly used up. In order to continue our daughter's treatment, we had no choice but to do live streaming to sell goods. To be honest, I feel a little embarrassed to do this, especially when my former colleagues and friends saw it. I really have no place to put my old face! But live streaming makes money quickly, and my daughter has survived until now."

In order to prove the truth of what he said, He Jing took out his mobile phone and showed Bai Mian his account. It was an ordinary account with 40,000 followers. The fans were not active and almost no one commented on the video.

He Jing laughed self-deprecatingly: "My popularity is terrible, but there are often kind people who pass by the live broadcast room and give me some rewards. It's all thanks to everyone's pity."

Seeing He Jing showing his account in front of the camera, Lame Brother became alert, leaned close to Bai Mian's shoulder, and whispered in her ear:

"You have to be careful. Is this person running one of those accounts that sells pessimism? Is he here to sell pessimism in your live broadcast room to increase his followers?"

Although He Jing didn't hear clearly, he roughly guessed what the two were talking about. He flew into a rage, slammed the table and shouted:

"I know how you see me. I tell you, it's not what you think! Do you think we want to live stream? My husband and I gave up our decent jobs and live streamed every day. Why? It's to treat our daughter!"

"Don't worry, I'm not here for popularity, and I don't want donations from netizens! I just want you to check my daughter's pulse to see what disease she has and whether it can be cured. We have been seeking medical treatment for many years and we really don't want to continue on this long road of seeking medical treatment!"

Weng Xuhua was deeply moved by these words. He couldn't help asking, "He Jing, you have been seeking medical treatment for many years. Have you ever seen a Chinese doctor?"

He Jing obviously had no hope. He waved his hand at Weng Xuhua and said, "Thank you for your kindness, old man, but I don't think it's necessary. My daughter has seen both Chinese and Western medicine doctors over the years, and no one can give a definite conclusion. This is because we have no other choice, so we have to find a fortune teller."

Weng Xuhua still didn't give up: "How can you know if you don't try? How about this, let me take your pulse once? I won't charge you for the pulse check!"

Hearing that there was no charge, He Jing stopped objecting. Weng Xuhua walked to the wheelchair, put his hand on He Huashan's wrist, and took her pulse for a while.

Everyone remained silent, waiting for Weng Xuhua to speak, but Weng Xuhua remained silent for a long time.

Bai Mian walked to the side of her master and found that her master, who was always calm, showed a rare look of surprise. She reminded him softly, "Master?"

"Oh," Weng Xuhua took back his hand and said hesitantly, "This child's pulse is very disordered. I have been practicing medicine for decades, but I have never seen such a pulse..."

He Jing curled his lips without any surprise: "Old man, I have already said that the doctor cannot be sure what disease my daughter has. I think we should not waste time and let the master check her pulse directly!"

As He Jing spoke, everyone looked at Bai Mian expectantly. Bai Mian grabbed the girl's skinny wrist, placed two fingers on it, held his breath, and silently felt the girl's pulse.

Suddenly, Bai Mian scanned the crowd with his sharp eyes and said loudly:

"She's not sick."

"She's not sick?" He Jing almost laughed out loud when he heard this answer. He shouted, "She's not sick, but we sold our car and house and took her to see doctors everywhere. Are we sick?"

"No, what I mean is..." Bai Mian explained what he just said.

"She's not sick, she was poisoned."