Hearing this, even I couldn't help but stammer:
"Bai Yang, don't joke with me. You can scare people to death."
"Who's kidding you? You guys are so carefree, just leaving like that, while I'm left here all alone, having nightmares every night."
Bai Yang sounded quite angry, but we didn't go out to play; we went to deliver rice dumplings.
We can't bring a girl like her along on something so dangerous.
I gave a wry smile and didn't say anything more.
That's how girls are; the more you try to reason with them, the angrier they get. It's better to just laugh it off and let it go.
"What happened next? Was it resolved?"
I'm also curious about what will happen next.
"It's solved. I don't know if the girl was guided by a ghost, but she actually found the victim's body. In the end, the police found the murder weapon and checked the surveillance footage. I don't really understand, but anyway, they finally caught the murderer."
Bai Yang's voice came from the other end of the phone.
After she finished speaking, she added a meaningful remark.
"Brother Yan, actually, people are just like ghosts; there are good people and good ghosts."
I know what she means; in her eyes, her sister is a good ghost.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. We were in the girls' dormitory at the time, and if the three of us hadn't run away quickly, we would be dead by now.
Fortunately, there were three of us facing her at the time.
If it were an ordinary person, this Bai Yin would have committed a blood feud!
Once a ghost commits murder, it will uncontrollably slide into the abyss.
After chatting casually with Bai Yang for a few more minutes and telling her that the grand opening was tomorrow, I hung up the phone and looked at Luo Tianhe.
"So? Have you made up your mind yet?"
Luo Tianhe clenched his fists and didn't say anything. I patted him on the shoulder:
"It's okay. Whatever choice you make, I will support you and understand you."
Finally, Luo Tianhe slowly let out a long breath, as if squeezing out a sentence through clenched teeth:
"Let's forget it. We'll go save Lao Dao when Master Zhang Qingxiao arrives."
After saying that, he collapsed onto the sofa as if all the bones in his body had been removed.
I know he was able to make this decision not because he was afraid of death, but because he knew...
Once he decides to go, neither Li Huai nor I will stand idly by!
Having gone through so much recently, I'm already in a state of excessive blood loss, so naturally he wouldn't let me take any more risks.
After a long pause, Luo Tianhe looked at me and asked:
"Why is it closed today? Is the funeral home not open?"
"Do you really think I'm made of iron? This afternoon I'm going to see an old Chinese medicine doctor to see how to replenish my blood."
I rolled my eyes at him and started searching for reliable traditional Chinese medicine practitioners nearby on my phone.
After looking at my phone for a while, I actually found one.
It is said that this traditional Chinese medicine doctor is exceptionally skilled, not only in medicine but also seemingly possessing some mystical knowledge.
Sometimes, when neighbors are possessed by evil spirits, he can help resolve the issue.
That's good, at least we can have some common topics to talk about.
I nodded in satisfaction.
If it were a regular doctor, seeing all the wounds on my tongue and fingers, they would probably think I have self-harm tendencies, and I would have to go through a lot of trouble explaining myself.
Most importantly, if I told that the scientifically-minded doctor that I created the wound to exorcise evil spirits,
I suspect they not only think I have self-harm tendencies, but also that I'm mentally ill.
If they send me to a mental hospital again, that wouldn't be a fun thing!
After all, the most dangerous place in the entire city is Qingshan Mental Hospital.
Since this traditional Chinese medicine practitioner understands these things, he naturally understands why I am bloodletting.
I grabbed a quick lunch and then took a nap, something I hadn't done in a long time.
It wasn't until after 2 p.m. that I finally found my destination by following the winding navigation.
This place is really well hidden, at the end of a narrow alley.
If you weren't observant, you would never have found this place.
However, this old Chinese medicine doctor probably had confidence in his medical skills. Good wine needs no bush, and no matter how remote his residence was, he was confident that patients would come to him.
The old Chinese medicine doctor's clinic has a very interesting name: "Buwentang" (meaning "Do Not Ask").
I pondered it for a while, feeling a sense of awe and wonder, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what was so good about it.
However, the locust tree planted in front of the clinic made me wonder.
According to online reviews from guests who had visited the place, the old man knew a little about metaphysics and couldn't possibly be unaware of the symbolism of the locust tree.
Since there's a locust tree at the entrance, there are only two possibilities: either he's truly capable and not afraid of the locust tree serving as a temporary dwelling place for ghosts, or...
Secondly, he doesn't know anything at all.
However, the second possibility is extremely small, after all, a great reputation is never undeserved.
As you push open the door, a scent of herbs and incense wafts out.
The shop was dark, with only an old man in a gray robe standing with his back to the door, offering incense to a dark statue of a deity.
Hearing the door open, he said without turning his head, "Go see a doctor elsewhere. I only treat difficult and complicated cases here."
"Dr. Sun, I've come here specifically to see you about a rare and difficult-to-diagnose illness."
I stood still, my gaze sweeping over the statue.
The statue is strangely shaped, with three heads and six arms, each holding a different ritual implement. But I recognized it at a glance as the "King of Suppressing Evil" worshipped by the people.
A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.
As soon as I saw the statues he worshipped, the way he offered incense, and the direction the statues were placed, I knew that this old man must be a master.
The old man continued to offer incense meticulously, and despite his advanced age, his movements of bending down to offer incense were flawless.
"What? What kind of difficult or complicated illness?"
"Dr. Sun, I have some anemia."
Upon hearing my answer, the old man's action of burning incense noticeably froze for a moment.
Then I heard him angrily curse:
"Get the hell out of here! Anemia is no big deal. If you really don't know how to treat it, go buy a few pounds of pig's blood, cow's blood, sheep's blood, or something to eat. If that doesn't work, find an iron rod and put it in your mouth like a lollipop."
"Dr. Sun, you didn't even look at me once before drawing your conclusion. Everyone says that traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. You haven't done anything yet, and you're already saying that my condition isn't a difficult or complicated case."
I was speechless, and naturally I wasn't willing to leave just like that.
"Didn't you already say that you're anemic?"
The old man seemed to be at odds with me; he kept burning incense but refused to turn around and look at me even once.
"Dr. Sun, there are many causes of anemia, some of which can be considered difficult and complicated diseases. If you don't believe me, take a look at me. With your medical skills, you will definitely be able to see something is wrong."
I said a lot, and the old man finally finished offering incense. He turned around, muttering to himself:
"I already said, anemia doesn't count... Oh crap!"
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