Not long after, the nurse who was collecting payment came into the emergency room carrying a large basin of messy ampoules and infusion bottles.

Li Qiuhua wiped her tears and stared at the closed door of the emergency room without blinking.

"Aunt, Zhihuanfu is blessed with a good fortune and will be fine." Wang Chungen comforted softly.

"Yes! Her aunt, don't worry, Zhihuan will be fine." Wang Lianhua echoed.

Doctor Hua moved his lips and wanted to say a few words of comfort against his will, but in the end he hesitated for a long time, and the words lingered in his throat for countless times, but in the end he didn't say them.

He watched Shen Zhihuan grow up, and he hoped that she would be healthy and live a long life, but some things...

After all, it is not something that humans can control.

Time passes by every second.

As time passed, several people became more and more anxious.

The moment the door opened, several people rushed forward.

Li Qiuhua's eyes were red. "Doctor, my daughter..."

"Get ready early!" the doctor sighed.

"What should I prepare? What should I prepare? My daughter was fine yesterday. What do you want me to prepare?" Li Qiuhua broke down and cried.

"Is there really no other way?" Dr. Hua looked at the doctor solemnly, his eyes sore.

The doctor said nothing and just shook his head silently.

Even though I'm used to seeing life and death, the feeling of helplessness when I see a young life about to pass away is still heavy.

Wang Lianhua and her daughter Wang Chunxi, with red eyes, supported Li Qiuhua who was crying hysterically, and their tears could not stop falling.

Wang Chungen followed the nurse to the emergency room and brought back Shen Zhihuan, who was only breathing weakly. All he could hear along the way was crying and sighing.

Before dark, the entire Panshi Village knew that the third girl of the Shen family was dying.

For a while, sounds of regret and sighing were heard one after another.

Li Qiuhua stayed by Shen Zhihuan's bed, tears streaming down her face, her sobs suppressed and desperate.

The girl who was smiling like a flower yesterday is now only breathing her last breath...

How can one not be heartbroken.

Wang Lianhua and Wang Chunxi standing by couldn't help crying.

Suddenly, a person flashed through Wang Lianhua's mind.

"Her aunt, do you still remember Hu Banxian?" Wang Lianhua glanced in the direction of the courtyard gate, closed the door, and said in a low voice.

Li Qiuhua looked at Wang Lianhua with tears in her eyes.

Eyes met.

"Hu Banxian has a closed disciple named Song Ji, who lives next door to my aunt's house. Anyone in their village who encounters a disaster will go to him privately for help. My aunt said that everyone who has been to his house praises his effectiveness." Wang Lianhua lowered her voice.

Although the supervision in the past two years has not been as strict as in previous years, it is still not something that can be made public.

Li Qiuhua wiped away her tears and made a decision immediately.

Taking advantage of the night, Li Qiuhua and Wang Lianhua sneaked to Wang Lianhua's aunt's house.

Wang Lianhua’s aunt was also a kind-hearted person. When she learned about the situation, she immediately took the two of them to knock on the door of the next door courtyard.

After entering the house, Wang Lianhua briefly explained her purpose.

When he heard that it was someone whose fortune had been predicted by his master, Song Ji stood up and was about to chase him away.

His master has already separated life and death, so there is no point looking for him.

Li Qiuhua knelt down with a plop and kowtowed to Song Ji.

The "clang clang" sound made Song Ji's scalp tingle.

I'm really afraid that her brains will be knocked out.

"Master Song, please be kind and help her!" Wang Lianhua took out the twenty big unity notes that Li Qiuhua had given her before and stuffed them into Song Ji's hands.

Song Ji lowered his eyes to take a look, pinched the thickness again, and finally gritted his teeth and took out his eating tool from his pocket...

Three copper coins.

Close your eyes and tell the hexagram.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked at the hexagram, frowned slightly, and looked at Li Qiuhua with a strange expression, "Your daughter is only eighteen after the new year?"

"Yes! It's her birthday on the Lantern Festival." Li Qiuhua said quickly.

Song Ji was silent for a while, then took out the twenty big unity notes from his pocket and handed them back to Li Qiuhua with a painful look on his face, as if flesh was being cut from his body.

"Master Song, I beg you to save my daughter! When my daughter gets better, we will prepare a big gift to thank you." Li Qiuhua was so scared that he knelt down again in a hurry.

Song Ji is my daughter's last hope. If he doesn't help, my daughter will...

Li Qiuhua could no longer control herself and started crying, covering her mouth.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Song Ji sighed, "The Buddha said that everything that everyone sees and encounters is already arranged. Everything is fate. Fate comes and goes, and everything is God's will."

"Forget it, it's a blessing in disguise. If it's a disaster, we can't avoid it. Let's leave it to God's will!" Song Ji sighed again.

If it is God's will that he encounters it, then he will follow God's will.

"Tonight after twelve o'clock, remember, it must be after twelve o'clock, light a stick of bamboo incense, go to the place where your daughter fell into the water and shout her name. You must shout all the way and cannot stop until you get home."

"When you get home, don't rush to close the door. Put the bamboo incense stick at the head of your daughter's bed. Wait until the bamboo incense is burned out before you close the gate."

After a pause, Song Ji frowned and spoke again, "But this is not a panacea. At most, it can only be regarded as a last resort."

A hundred years of life is gone in the blink of an eye.

Things come by fate and go without fate. That’s how things are in the world. What is meant to come will come naturally.

"Master Song, is there any method that will always work?" Li Qiuhua frowned.

I automatically blocked what Song Ji said about trying everything possible.

Her daughter is blessed with a good life and will definitely be fine.

"It works all the time?" Song Ji rolled his eyes.

What is this old woman thinking? A 50% success rate is good enough, but she wants to try it 100 times and it works 100 times.

They really think he is a god.

"Remember, after twelve o'clock tonight...be careful." Before closing the door, Song Ji added.

Li Qiuhua quickly nodded in response.

As long as her daughter could be saved, she would not say no, not to mention just going out at midnight, even if it cost her life.

When Li Qiuhua returned home, the moon had risen above the treetops.

Seeing that it was getting late, Wang Lianhua gave Li Qiuhua a few instructions and then took Wang Chungen and Wang Chunxi back home.

Li Qiuhua found the remaining bamboo incense from New Year's Day ancestor worship and went to the kitchen to find some matches.

The alarm clock was also set.

Afraid of making a mistake in timing, Li Qiuhua stared at the alarm clock after the time had passed.

When the clock passed twelve, Li Qiuhua stood up, lit a bamboo incense, and strode out of the courtyard.

With the dim moonlight, she came to the place where Xiao Weidong fell into the water...

"Shen Zhihuan...Shen Zhihuan...Shen Zhihuan..."

After standing by the river and shouting three times, she began to walk back. Afraid that her daughter could not keep up, she slowed down and shouted with every step.

(End of this chapter)