Then he turned to Ji Miaomiao and said, "Forget it, let's go. We'll come and say hello when Old Xu sets up his stall tomorrow."
Ji Miaomiao nodded.
The master and the apprentice did not return to the mountain that day, but rested for one night in a B&B at the foot of the mountain. After getting up early the next day and eating something, they went up the mountain early to start selling the remaining small items.
The items sold very smoothly and were sold out before noon.
Taoist Master Daoming was still thinking about the cold noodle vendor who closed his stall early yesterday, so he took Ji Miaomiao there again before going down the mountain. This time, the cold noodle stall was still there.
The two walked in.
Ji Miaomiao found that the boss Xu Hong had a frown on his square face and looked depressed, with a faint blue color in his eyes, as if he was a little tired. He was far from the smiling face when they first met yesterday.
It looked like something had happened.
"Old Xu, what's wrong with you? Why did you close your stall so early when I came to see you yesterday?" Taoist Master Daoming obviously noticed it and asked directly with a smile.
When Xu Hong heard the voice, he looked up and saw the master and disciple wearing Taoist robes.
"Master." He greeted her with his brows relaxed, but after a while, a wry smile appeared on his lips: "Hey! Master, it's a long story."
There were not many people at the cold noodle stall at this time, and there were no new customers for the time being, so the three of them sat at a table and chairs.
Xu Hong covered his eyes with one hand, then put his hand down, sighed, and told the master and disciple what had happened in detail.
It turned out that Xu Hong and his wife had only one son, Xu Zhuangzhuang. Since the couple were busy on weekdays, they left the child to be taken care of by his grandparents at home. His grandparents loved their only grandson, and the child became more and more naughty as he grew up, and he seemed to be undisciplined.
Xu Zhuangzhuang was seven or eight years old, which was the age when he loved to run around. He usually played around the mountains with the children in the village. Some time ago, for some reason, he and several children from the village went to a cemetery on the mountain.
After dark, he was found and brought home, but he seemed to have lost his soul. He remained in a daze for several days. His family thought that the child was just frightened and thought it would be good for the child to be quiet for a few days, so they ignored him.
Who would have thought that he would faint for no reason yesterday and would not wake up no matter how we called him. His family members saw that something was wrong and became panicked.
Yesterday afternoon, Xu Hong's stall was idle.
He originally wanted to go and chat with Taoist Master Daoming, but his wife Li Yu hurried up the mountain with an anxious look on her face and told him the news that their son had suddenly fallen into a coma.
Xu Hong then hurriedly packed up his stall, went down the mountain and took the child to the city hospital.
At this point, Xu Hong raised his hand and rubbed his face randomly, sighing, "The doctor at the hospital said that the child's physical indicators are normal, but I don't know why he's in a coma. I'm..."
Upon hearing this, Taoist Master Daoming wanted to help.
After thinking for a moment, he began to analyze: "Have you asked the children who went with you what they did on the mountain? See if they hit anything there?"
Hearing this, Xu Hong's face and eyes flashed with shock. He pulled Taoist Daoming's sleeve and said, "Master, are you saying that these children were contaminated with something unclean in the cemetery on the mountain?"
He seemed to have suddenly figured something out and muttered to himself, "Yeah, why didn't I think of it before? It's indeed possible."
After saying this, he tightened his grip on Daoming Zhenren's sleeve, as if grasping a life-saving straw: "Master, can you go and help my child? You're the only one I know who can help with this kind of thing."
The topic changed too quickly. Seeing his anxious face, Taoist Master Daoming knew that there was a sense of desperation in this, but feeling the force on his sleeve, he did not directly refuse.
He only said, leaving room for maneuver: "Old Xu, I can go with you, but I don't know the situation clearly, so I can't guarantee that I can help you solve this problem."
Xu Hong's expression softened slightly upon hearing this. He loosened Daoming Zhenren's sleeve and said, "Master, it's a favor you're willing to help me check on him. I know. The child's condition... I wouldn't blame you. The worst that can happen is that he's unconscious."
Upon hearing this, Taoist Master Daoming sighed and said, "Old Xu, you see, I'll go with you when it's convenient."
After hearing this, Xu Hong, who was worried about his child, could no longer sit still. He just told the master and apprentice to sit and wait, apologized to the customers who were eating cold noodles at the stall one by one, and explained the situation before closing the stall.
After hearing this, several guests expressed their understanding and left one after another after a while.
Xu Hong was quick and efficient. He started to clean up after everyone left.
It didn't take him long to clean up this not-so-small stall and a few tables and chairs, and then he moved them all onto the van nearby.
"Master, please squeeze into my car. I'll take you two with me and we'll go straight to the hospital."
Xu Hong got into the car and greeted the master and disciple beside him.
Daoming Zhenren and Ji Miaomiao knew that the matter was urgent, and they didn't care about the details and got into the car as they were told. As the van started, it drove down the mountain swayingly.
The city hospital is not far from Fairy Peak, only a few tens of minutes' drive away.
It was almost noon when the van carrying the master and apprentice stopped at the hospital entrance. Xu Hong parked the car and took the two to visit his son Xu Zhuangzhuang in the ward.
This is the largest city center hospital in Sichuan.
As soon as you enter, the air is filled with the smell of disinfectant. Nurses in white coats and masks are coming and going in the corridor, mixed with the patients' families who are crowded around.
The three of them walked in, attracting many eyes in the corridor.
Of course, these eyes were mainly focused on the master and disciple who were dressed as Taoist priests and followed behind Xu Hong.
Taoist Master Daoming's age was obvious, and years of walking down the mountain had already cultivated a calm and composed demeanor. This small scene naturally did not affect him at all, and he simply pretended not to notice these stares.
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