There was no need to hide this kind of thing, so I nodded and said, "Yes, your daughter's condition is very complicated, and she has at least two symptoms.
"One is that she has been entangled by something evil, and part of the evil has taken over her body, causing a great loss in your daughter's energy, blood, and yang energy."
"One more thing, she also suffered from the lost soul syndrome, which is the legendary lost soul."
I pointed to Cao Liru on the kang.
"Didn't you see that your daughter's expression was dull and her speech and reaction were different from usual? In fact, this was the main reason for her coma.
"Although she has regained consciousness now, she has only expelled part of the evil spirit from her body. She has not been truly cured. She will still be in coma as usual in a few days."
I looked at Cao Aijun with sympathy. It was a rare occurrence in a hundred years for normal people to encounter one of these evil diseases. How was their family?
Two kinds hit one person!
"But don't worry, I can cure this disease, but it requires your cooperation."
I saw that Cao Aijun's face was getting whiter and whiter, and the sweat on his forehead was like rain. I was worried that his blood pressure would rise and scare the old man into something wrong, so I hurriedly gave him a reassurance.
"Ah? As long as it can be cured, that's good. As long as it can be cured, it's all up to you, little knife!"
Cao Aijun was relieved.
"Xiao Dao, are you really breathing heavily when you talk? Do you think Uncle Cao is in a hurry?"
Lan Yue gave me a gentle hammer, and Professor Lan also smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"In that case, let's go back to the guest room and discuss the following matters."
I gave Cao Liru a pill, stood up and said.
"Yes, yes, let's go to the guest room to rest first, and then I'll prepare the meal!"
Cao Aijun asked his wife to stay and take care of his daughter, and led us back to the guest room.
"Ah, Lao Lan, come on, let me tell you something!"
Cao Aijun seemed to have remembered something. After entering the room, he asked Lan Yue to accompany us to drink tea first, and then he pulled Professor Lan aside and whispered.
The two of them didn't know what agreement they had reached. Professor Lan nodded, and while Cao Aijun went out to prepare food, he discussed it with the two of us alone. .
Only then did Cao Aijun, a nerd, think of the issue of medical fees. He felt that no one but me could cure his daughter's disease.
Why don't you give me more money for such a big thing? It just doesn’t make sense.
But Cao Aijun is a typical scholar. He usually thinks of himself as noble and regards money as dirt. His family savings are really not much.
At the moment, he could only ask Professor Lan for help. He knew that his old friend was rich, so he asked Professor Lan to help advance the medical fees.
How he repays Professor Lan has nothing to do with us!
Anyway, the result now is: as long as we can cure Cao Liru's disease, Professor Lan will give us the ink bamboo painting of Zheng Banqiao, and Cao Aijun will give us an additional five hundred yuan.
Professor Lan knew that matters like negotiations were under Du Jun's control, so he ignored me at all. After Cao Aijun came back, he directly asked Du Jun for his opinion.
Du Jun expressed his position at that time, and his tone was extremely sincere: "Uncle Lan, didn't you slap your nephew in the face by saying this?
"What's the relationship between our two brothers and Lan Yue? They are just like brothers and sisters!
“Back then in Dajin Village we were all sharing the same joys and sorrows, so why should we talk about money?”
Du Jun raised his voice: "Since Uncle Cao is your friend, he is also the uncle of our two brothers. We don't want the painting or the money. Even if we do the two elders a favor!"
Du Jun was so respectful that Cao Aijun was so moved that he choked up in tears: "Jun, boy, how can this be possible?
"You two brothers came all the way and didn't charge me? How can I go there with ease?"
"Hey, Uncle Cao, don't be polite to us. If you really feel sorry for yourself, teach us something useful when you have the opportunity, and help us both."
Du Jun saw that the atmosphere was in place and hurriedly struck while the iron was hot: "I heard from Uncle Lan that the college will organize an inspection team next year. Can you bring the two of us along so that we brothers can learn more about it?"
After saying that, Du Jun looked at them eagerly. In the eyes of the two professors, this was a standard progressive young man who was actively seeking knowledge.
I grinned at the side. It seemed that Lan Yue had not introduced Du Jun's situation to her father clearly.
Du Ershen is more cunning than a monkey. Is it possible for him to engage in money-losing business?
There must be a bigger plot!
I hurriedly found an excuse and pulled Lan Yue aside, otherwise Du Jun would turn on the cheating mode and the girl would explode.
Sure enough, Du Jun then flattered the two scholars and made them beaming.
Professor Lan's vanity was greatly satisfied. He was a man who lacked nothing but liked to have face in front of others. He was smiling so hard that he even pretended to scold Du Jun.
"Okay, can we uncles let the younger generation suffer?
"Isn't it just a painting? Don't tell me that you are still treating this girl Liru. Even if you don't have this matter, I can buy a house with a small knife. Why don't I prepare something?
"I'll make the decision on this matter. I'll give you the painting when I get back! As for the expedition team entering the mountain next year, it won't be a big problem for your Uncle Cao and I."
"Okay, let's thank you two uncles first!"
Du Ershen succeeded in killing three birds with one stone. The painting was preserved and the matter was completed. By the way, Old Cao Tou felt that he owed us both a big favor.
Next, everyone sat together to discuss how to treat Cao Liru. When they were negotiating just now, I had already determined the treatment plan in my mind.
I first found a piece of paper and wrote down a few things on it: three red dates, a mirror, a piece of red cloth, a wooden basket, and Cao Liru's original close-fitting clothes.
I handed the note to Cao Aijun and told him that he must be in place before six o'clock in the evening.
Cao Haijun did not dare to delay for a moment and went out to prepare immediately.
Those items are common things that are usually found in rural homes. After a while, everything was ready.
Cao Aijun put these things on the table and pointed to the box where the ghost steamed buns were placed: "Xiao Knife, is this thing still useful? Otherwise, you should deal with it first. I always feel uneasy if I keep it here."
"I just heard your aunt say that Liru still has two ghost handprints on her body. She, was she really taken to the underworld by ghosts and brought back two steamed buns?"
Cao Aijun's expression was very ugly, and his tone was very weird every time he mentioned this.
At first, he was indeed a little scared.
Furthermore, such a high-level intellectual originally did not believe in ghosts and gods, but the bizarre events he experienced now have shaken his views for many years.
In fact, not only him, the issue of ghost steamed buns has always been a mystery in everyone's mind.
As soon as Cao Haijun said it, everyone including Du Jun looked at me, and Lan Yue even pricked up his ears.
"Of course not. Where did the underworld come from in this world?" I shook my head.
"As for where the steamed buns came from, I'm not completely sure yet, but by nine o'clock tonight, everyone will know."
I looked at the watch on my wrist.
