Jing Cheng's voice was not loud, even weak, but it was particularly penetrating, and the small ward fell silent in an instant.
Everyone in the ward who was arguing looked at the person standing at the door.
Everyone was wondering, when did this person appear? How long has he been watching here?
After seeing Jing Cheng's appearance, everyone was surprised. They originally thought that the man who had said that obvious fault-finding remark just now must be a man with a bad temper, but now it was clear that he was just a sickly teenager.
He was very handsome and looked young, probably about 17 or 18 years old. He was wearing a white hospital gown and had a bandage on his head. Under the incandescent light in the ward, he looked too pale.
The female nurses present all felt pity for him and wanted to hug him immediately and love him tenderly to show their motherly love that had nowhere to go.
Jing Cheng ignored everyone's gazes. His eyes were fixed on the boy, and they were sharp.
The boy seemed frightened by his sharp eyes. He shuddered and burped suddenly.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The middle-aged woman patted the boy's back in surprise and asked.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that if you keep making trouble like this, the child's life will be in danger!" Jing Cheng looked at the boy's unusual belly and said without a doubt, "Xiaohui is not sick, he has been possessed by an evil spirit!"
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After this was said, everyone in the ward was like: ? ? WTF?
Everyone looked at him in confusion, thinking that there was something wrong with their hearing.
Jing Cheng pointed at the boy's stomach and explained, "Xiaohui doesn't have a stomach problem, but an evil spirit has entered his body and produced corpse worms in his stomach, which stimulated Xiaohui's appetite. That's why he keeps eating now."
Everyone: “…”
After hearing Jing Cheng's explanation, everyone in the ward found it even more ridiculous. Whether it was the doctors in white coats or Xiaohui's parents, they all had an expression of "Are you fucking kidding me?" on their faces.
The only thing that was different was the old lady who had just pretended to be dying. At this moment, she seemed to have a last burst of vitality. She straightened her back spontaneously without anyone's help and looked at Jing Cheng with burning eyes.
In the eyes of others, Xiaohui just has a big belly, but because Xiaohui is fat, his big belly gives people an illusion - he eats so much, so it is normal for his belly to be a little fat.
In Jing Cheng's eyes, Xiaohui's stomach was clearly wrapped in a ball of black gas, and this black gas was eroding Xiaohui's meridians, just like a bug biting his internal organs. If the black gas was not removed in time, Xiaohui's body would be completely ruined.
Seeing that everyone had dreamy expressions and looked as if they hadn't reacted, Jing Cheng realized something and said quickly, "I almost forgot to say that Peng Zhu is a middle corpse worm, one of the three corpse worms. He likes to live in people's stomachs and intestines and is extremely greedy."
Taoists say: The human body has three dantians, each housing a god, collectively known as the Three Corpses, also known as the Three Corpse Worms.
The Three Corpse Gods are the source of human evil thoughts and desires: the upper corpse god Qing Gu and Peng Ju represent selfish desires; the middle corpse god Bai Gu and Peng Qiao represent appetite; and the lower corpse god Xue Gu and Peng Qiao represent sexual desire.
If the three corpse spirits do not show up, it is fine. If they do, they will turn into illness and pain, tormenting the patient. Mild cases can be cured by medicine, but severe cases - that is, when the evil spirits enter the body and give birth to the three corpse worms, ordinary medical treatment can't help.
Xiaohui was young and had simple thoughts in his mind. The only thing that interested him was eating. So the corpse worm that was born after the evil spirit entered his body was Peng Zhu. If he was older, it might not be just Peng Zhu.
After explaining to everyone, Jing Cheng stepped forward without waiting for their reaction and prepared to deal with the Peng Tu in Xiaohui's stomach.
Unexpectedly, before he could get close, he was stopped by the male doctor wearing glasses: "Wait."
Jing Cheng looked puzzled. He thought he had explained it clearly. Why did these people still stop him? Xiaohui's current situation was not optimistic. He would suffer more if he stayed a little longer.
The male doctor pushed his glasses on his nose and said seriously, "If I remember correctly, you should be the patient in Ward 1605."
Jing Cheng didn't understand and nodded blankly.
He is indeed in Ward 1605. Is there any problem?
"I originally thought you just had a mild concussion. Now it seems that I should give you a brain CT scan and EEG tomorrow." The male doctor patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, our hospital has the most authoritative brain experts in the industry, and they will definitely make you recover."
Jing Cheng: “???”
Does he look like someone with a mental illness?
Several nurses looked at him sympathetically, and one of them whispered to her companion, "My God, this child has developed delusions, and his parents are irresponsible and don't even come to see him."
Another nurse whispered, "Students nowadays are under too much pressure. There was a kid who insisted that he was the reincarnation of Nezha. He held a red scarf and said it was a Hun Tian Ling. He mistook a hula hoop for a diamond hoop. He was always making trouble at home. His parents were worried."
“Oh my god, is this true?”
"Hey, can I still lie to you?"
"..." Jing Cheng opened his mouth and couldn't help but ask, "Isn't Nezha a deity in Journey to the West? How can we take a character in a strange novel seriously?"
Hearing this, the men in white coats looked at him with expressions that said “you’re not hopeless yet” on their faces.
Jing Cheng: “…”
Jing Cheng almost vomited blood.
He has been wandering the world for so many years and has eliminated at least eighty evil spirits. Even though he has a bad reputation among the people, who dares not respect him if they truly understand his abilities?
The previous kidnappers and the current group of people in white coats either said he was stupid or thought he was mentally ill.
Why are people like this nowadays!
Jing Cheng didn't waste time talking to them. He walked straight to Xiaohui, bent down, and patted several parts of Xiaohui's belly.
Xiao Hui shivered, a painful expression on his face, and he whispered, "It hurts..."
Jing Cheng knew where Peng Tu was, and he was not too worried. He rubbed Xiao Hui's head and whispered to comfort him: "It's okay, it won't hurt in a while."
Maybe Jingcheng's expression was too convincing, and Xiaohui was infected by his calmness and really calmed down.
The middle-aged woman looked at him warily and pulled Xiaohui aside: "What are you going to do?"
Jing Cheng resisted the urge to roll his eyes, stood up, and asked everyone, "I need a brush, talisman paper, and cinnabar. Does anyone have any?"
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. They had only seen this unscientific thing on TV. Who would deliberately buy it in real life?
After a short silence, the male doctor spoke: "My dear patient, it is already past 9 o'clock in the evening. I suggest you go back to your room and rest early. You should know that injuries to the head are not the same as injuries to other parts of the body. If you don't get enough rest at night, it is easy to cause insufficient blood supply to the brain. This..."
Jing Cheng didn't even look at him. He turned to the old lady who had been paying attention to him and said, "No talisman paper? Then just find a piece of white paper. And bring me a knife. Oh, and a glass of water."
The patient actually treated him as nothing and dismissed his medical advice as nonsense!
The male doctor's face flushed red, and he pointed at Ji Jingcheng: "Why are you like this!"
Jing Cheng ignored his words and urged, “Hurry up, don’t waste time!”
The old lady said: "Xiaohui's father, go find him some white paper!"
Male doctor: “…” Do these two people think he is an invisible man?
Xiaohui's mother was shocked and said, "Mom! You are confused! You believe what a little kid said?"
Xiaohui's father stood there in a daze, not knowing whether to listen to his wife or obey his mother's arrangements.
The old lady straightened her back and glanced at her daughter-in-law with disdain: "Believe it! Why shouldn't I believe it? All of you get out of the way. You are delaying my grandson's life. Can you afford the compensation?"
After saying that, he patted his son on the back of his head and scolded him, "Why are you still standing here like an idiot? Go now!"
With a crisp "pop" sound, Xiaohui's father woke up as if from a dream. He hurriedly pushed away the nurses blocking his way and ran out to the counter to ask for paper.
The man's hands were very strong, and the female nurses staggered when pushed. They all complained in dissatisfaction: "Who is this person? Do you have any manners..."
The male doctor looked at the old woman in disbelief and stammered, "Old... old lady, this has no scientific basis. How can you believe this?"
"That's right. What era is this now? You take what a hairy kid says seriously. I don't think he's been drugged to make you crazy..." It was rare for Xiaohui's mother not to contradict the doctor.
The male doctor looked at the woman with relief, it turned out that he was not fighting alone.
"..." Jing Cheng's mouth twitched as he said, "...I don't have any Ecstasy Potion."
Xiaohui raised his head and looked at this and that, and finally took Jingcheng's hand and whispered, "I believe in my brother."
Jing Cheng touched his head and said nothing.
After a while, Xiaohui's father came back with a cup of water, some papers and a knife.
He handed the things to Jing Cheng and said breathlessly: "Here, young sir, please save our child."
Xiaohui's mother pulled him over, glared at him, and whispered, "Are you possessed too?"
"Let's give it our all. What else can you do?" Xiaohui's father scratched his head.
"You can't just follow Mom and get involved. She's old and confused, and you want to be confused too?"
"Who are you calling old and confused?"
The old lady's ears seemed to be connected to a radio. She glared at her daughter-in-law and said angrily, "Okay! Are you cursing me? Have you always disliked me?"
When her mother-in-law heard her whisper, Xiaohui's mother was so embarrassed that she didn't know where to put her hands. She waved her hands quickly and said, "Mom, you heard me wrong. I didn't mean to curse you. I just hope you live a long life!"
The old lady snorted coldly, thinking that she would not dare to fool her, and ignored her.
Xiaohui's father said helplessly: "I don't know why, but I always feel that this kid has the ability to convince people. Let's take a look first."
Xiaohui’s mother had no choice but to give up.
Every family has its own problems, and the onlookers are selectively deaf and no one wants to be involved in this mess.
After Jing Cheng took the knife, he cut a line on his middle finger.
As for why he didn't cut his index finger, it was simply because the wound from the bite he received when drawing the lightning-attracting talisman had not yet healed completely, and he didn't want to add insult to injury. He didn't have a tendency to be self-abuse.
However, after these two unexpected incidents, Jing Cheng came to an important decision - he must carry talisman paper and cinnabar with him!
The tip of the knife was so sharp that blood gushed out of Jing Cheng's fingertips almost instantly. He didn't waste any time and quickly drew a talisman on the white paper with his fingers.
The strange patterns seemed to have some kind of rhythm, formed in one stroke. Soon, the white paper was covered with blood, which was extremely terrifying.
The scene looked eerily sacred.
The onlookers held their breath, not daring to disturb Jing Cheng who was concentrating on drawing talismans.
Until Jing Cheng stopped, held the white paper upright and flicked it lightly.
This was as if some kind of switch was turned on. With the white paper as the center, a layer of ripples invisible to the naked eye instantly spread out around it and quickly spread out.
Everyone suddenly felt the room temperature drop sharply, and the hairs on their bodies stood up.
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The author has something to say:
The concept of the three corpses first came from the Han Dynasty's Wei book "Hetu Jiming Fu": "There are three corpses in the human body. The three corpses are actually souls, ghosts and gods."
In modern terms, it is actually a parasite.
ps: It's so painful to play alone, why no one leaves a message T^T
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