Cao Aijun's expression was very stiff, and even his voice was unstable.
"Knife, look, this is what Liru took out from her body. You said that this big living person has never left the yard, so she went out to play with her husband? And she brought everything back.
"Isn't this a ghost?
Cao Aijun smiled bitterly: "Normally, your aunt and I are not superstitious people, but the facts are in front of us. Wasn't Liru haunted by ghosts and made to go to the underworld?
Cao Aijun held up the box and waved it in front of everyone's eyes so that everyone could see clearly.
"Hey, Lao Cao, okay, okay, put that thing away.
Professor Lan hurriedly blocked it with his hands and hid back. Although he was well-informed, this kind of thing was beyond his knowledge.
Professor Lan took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his face, and said, "Xiao Dao, what do you think is going on? I didn't know this happened before I came here, so I thought it was a ghost possession or something like that?"
Professor Lan feels a little regretful now. Is there any evil disease in Lao Cao's family?
This is real hell!
If he had known this, he would have said nothing and could not bring his daughter here in person, and he even agreed to stay here for two days.
"Yes, Xiaodao, I'm counting on you. See what's going on?" Cao Aijun also said.
"Uncle Cao, don't worry, let me take a look at this steamed bun."
I took out the short evil-proof knife from my waist and stuck it on the bun, then took a closer look at it.
There is no mistaking it, this is the legendary pasta given to the dead, one of the most common items in sacrificial offerings.
Sacrifice is an activity of faith, one is faith in natural gods.
The second is ancestral beliefs, especially the belief in ancestors is more common.
At first, this kind of activity was performed in ancestral halls or temples. Later, it gradually evolved into directly burning incense and offering offerings in front of the graves of deceased relatives.
Many places in China have such traditional customs. During the Qingming Festival, Magu, and other festivals, sacrifices are made in front of the graves of relatives.
In addition to burning paper, some fruits, meals, flowers should also be placed...
And steamed buns are almost a must. This is to hope that the soul of the deceased can be full down there, and to bless the deceased's health and safety in the underworld.
The other sacrificial items are not particular, except that the steamed buns must be different from those eaten by living people.
It is said that after death, people go to the underworld, where there is no sky and it is always night, so the steamed buns they eat must be black.
The red seal and red letter represent the certificate leading to the underworld, just like in ancient times, prisoners on death row used a red pen to cross out their names before being beheaded.
It is indeed incomprehensible that Cao Liru actually took out steamed buns from her body that were eaten by two dead people without going out.
Could it be that, as she and Cao Aijun said, she went out to play with a ghost husband at night, went to the underworld, and brought back two steamed buns?
No, absolutely impossible. I immediately gave up the idea.
I have been in the industry for several years, and I have indeed dealt with several evil diseases and evil things related to ghosts.
For example, ghosts get on top of the body, ghosts hit the wall...
But the ghosts mentioned here are definitely not as scary as many people, including today's Cao Aijun, think. They can even fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and have boundless magic power, as some stories say.
Ghosts are nothing more than a kind of brain waves that still exist in the world after death. To put it bluntly, they are a special energy body.
This kind of energy body can interfere with other people's thoughts and actions through certain conditions.
Or simply attach to certain people and objects, causing some phenomena that cannot be explained by supernatural science.
This is the origin of what the folk call ghosts, or hauntings.
But this ghost is not that powerful, and its lethality is not even as great as that of zombies.
Not to mention making living people like Cao Liru disappear out of thin air and go to another world to get steamed buns, or to play in some underworld?
This is absolutely impossible to happen.
I stood up thinking.
"Uncle Cao, shall I go see your daughter first?"
"Hey, okay, we're in the West Room!"
The Cao couple hurriedly led us out.
"Hey, wait, I'll go with you!"
Lan Yue followed curiously.
Professor Lan hurriedly grabbed his daughter: "They are going to treat a disease. You don't know medical skills, so why are you following? You should wait in this room!"
"Dad, Sister Liru is sick, do I want to go see her?
"Besides, what if I can help Xiao Dao Zi?" Lan Yue pouted.
"Nonsense, how can you help?"
Professor Lan still disagreed. Although he and Cao Aijun were good friends, the family's affairs were so evil that he was a little worried and felt that it would be more secure to stay away from the patient.
I looked back at Lan Yue and said, "Uncle Lan, you'd better let Lan Yue come with me. The patient is a girl, and some things can really be better with Lan Yue's presence."
Well, what can she, a girl, do to help? "
Professor Lan still disagrees.
"Oh, Dad, you've already told me about the knife, can you just let me go?"
Lan Yue used her special move, hugged her father's arm and started acting coquettishly.
"Okay, then... you will go too, but you are not allowed to cause trouble then!"
"Old Cao, if you don't mind, I'll take a look too. Liru has been ill for such a long time, and I really haven't seen her face yet."
Professor Lan was still not at ease, so he simply went along.
When we came to the west, we smelled a smell of Chinese herbal medicine mixed with a stinky smell when we entered the door. This is an inevitable situation for bedridden patients. No matter how clean the family members are, there will inevitably be times of negligence.
Lan Yue felt nauseated and moved closer to me again.
I carry Chinese medicine with me all year round, and it always exudes a faint medicinal fragrance.
Lao Cao quickly explained: "Everyone, Liru lies in bed every day. It's so cold that we can't open the windows for ventilation. The smell in the room is bad. Please bear with it."
As a doctor, I naturally wouldn't care about this. I first carefully observed Cao Liru lying on the kang.
This girl is about the same age as us, and her facial features and eyebrows should have been quite beautiful, but now she is lying on the bed, her eye sockets are sunken, and she looks extremely haggard.
With Cao Liru's appearance in front of me, I could diagnose her without even taking her pulse. She must be suffering from an evil disease.
Normal people's skin, even if they are malnourished or seriously ill, will never look like hers.
It was yellow and bloodless, with a dry and black air, especially the two eyebrows, which were cast with a dark and bad omen.
I first asked Du Jun to take out a pill and hand it to Cao Aijun's wife, and asked her to drink it with warm water for her daughter. After waiting for more than ten seconds, someone took off the quilt from Cao Liru and concentrated on activating the heavenly eye.
His gaze swept across the girl's entire body, including her forehead, cheeks, throat, Dantian, and even her hands and feet.
Um?
My face darkened, I turned around and said coldly.
"Uncle Cao, as a doctor or a junior, I have to say some things in person.
“The most taboo thing when you seek medical treatment is to conceal your condition.
"At the very least, you don't believe the doctor. At the most serious level, because your explanation is unclear, it may increase the difficulty and time of our diagnosis, and may even delay the patient's life."
