This lingering roar did not last long.
They quickly quieted down, looked into the yard silently for a while, bent down to pick up things on the ground, and then squatted at the door.
I closed my eyes and opened them again, still lying on the bed.
Wen Xiaomin curled up into a ball like a child, chewing her thumb, her cheeks red from sleep.
As soon as I stood up, her eyelids moved slightly, but she controlled her body and did not make any movement.
"You don't have to get up. Those guys who are pestering you are outside. I'll give them a ride. You can go to sleep."
Wen Xiaomin slowly opened her eyes and stared at me. There was no expression on her face, but there were complicated emotions deep in her eyes.
I patted her, put on my coat, went to the clinic, picked up three sticks of incense, and wrote the customs clearance form with yellow paper.
Arriving at the entrance of the courtyard, burning incense was placed on the ground where the paper ingots had been burned. First, one recited the Sutra of Saving People, then recited the customs clearance form, and then burned it.
After a set of procedures was completed, a small whirlwind arose on the ground, sweeping up the remaining paper and dust.
Wild ghosts have no incense to offer to them and no ghost house to shelter in. In fact, they are very satisfied. Except for a few mentally abnormal ones, as long as they are given incense and salvation, they will leave obediently. If they don't come up, they will fight and fight.
Back in the bedroom, Wen Xiaomin had fallen asleep again, huddled in the bed, with only one face exposed, looking a little tired, but very stable.
I didn't go to bed anymore, so I went back to the consulting room and stayed on the sofa until four o'clock, when I got up to clean up and do morning classes.
After finishing the stance, I went to the bedroom and took a look. Wen Xiaomin was still sleeping, sleeping soundly and soundly.
Bao Yuqin came to deliver breakfast, and I specially left one for Wen Xiaomin.
At about eight o'clock, Miao Zhengping drove the Duke King back. Instead of entering the hospital, he invited me to speak outside the hospital.
His expression was a little gloomy. He gave me a cigarette, lit it with a lighter, and then smoked without saying anything.
I waited for him to finish smoking a cigarette, and then I asked, "You're not acting anymore?"
Miao Zhengping said in a low voice: "Aunt Wen wants me to act, so I will continue to act."
I smiled, "Why bother?"
Miao Zhengping threw the cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it with his feet. "I will give her whatever she wants, even if it means my life."
I gave him one of my cigarettes and said, "With your current status and wealth, even a top star can afford it, so why bother?"
Miao Zhengping put the cigarette under his nose and smelled it. He looked a little strange. He hesitated for a moment, then took out his cigarette case and put it in carefully.
"You know the stuff, have you ever smoked before?" I threw the remaining half pack of cigarettes into his arms, "Take it and smoke it."
"Thank you, Old Immortal, for the reward." Miao Zhengping made a respectful salute with his fists, and carefully put the cigarette away, "A year ago, the Earthly Immortal Society celebrated Master Ge's ninetieth birthday, and Mr. Zhang, the leader of the class, presented a gift from Hong Kong. This rare birthday gift was presented to me by me. I took advantage of the scenery of the birthday gift and sat on two seats. Immortal Ge Lao was very happy. He took out his collection of cigarettes and spread them around the seats. He said that he was rewarded by a real god that year. I also If you get one, you are not allowed to take it away. You can only smoke it on the spot. This is the smell. After smoking this one, my old rheumatism has been gone for half a year."
I heard that what he said was all nonsense, and I asked him, "You don't understand Chundian? Hasn't it been passed down in your family? Isn't your family from the Hong Gang?"
"My father said that times have changed and this thing is a curse, so he didn't pass it on to me. Because of this, when my aunt mentioned something to me, De Zidui said that I was not a brother of the same family and did not agree with me doing this. Shuidao. It was my aunt who begged the old class teacher to give me this opportunity. At that time, the old class teacher promised five families. Only I had no foundation, and it was my aunt who helped me contact all parties that I could do it. My aunt He is my reborn benefactor. If you can help my aunt, you are still my benefactor. If you have any problems on Jincheng Road, feel free to come to me."
"Opening clinics, treating patients and saving people is my duty in this profession. I won't do any unnecessary things. I can't say whether I'm being kind or not."
"If you can cure her troubles, you are my benefactor. I will never take back what I said. If you have any problems, just come to me."
"Go in and sit for a while? It looks like she won't be able to get up for a while."
"I will never enter your yard again, not in this life."
Miao Zhengping looked in the direction of the bedroom outside the courtyard in despair.
The eye circles are all blue.
He didn't leave until he heard it was over last night.
I know the reason for this twisted psychology, but it’s hard to understand.
Sister Miao said that my heart is as hard as stone and my heart is as solid as ice. I lack strong enough emotions. If I want to be a human being rather than a god, I have to find a way to make up for this lesson.
For a person who may only have three years to live, this requirement is indeed difficult to achieve.
Wen Xiaomin slept until ten o'clock in the evening before getting up.
Miao Zhengping kept waiting outside the courtyard, neither entering the house nor getting in the car.
When she got up, I was seeing a family.
The three-year-old child has night terrors and cries incessantly every night, which does not stop until dawn. This has lasted for almost two months, and has tortured everyone in the family to death.
It’s not a serious problem. The children’s souls are light-sighted and frightened when they see some dirty things. After stabbing the souls with acupuncture, they are allowed to go back and drink water boiled with cicada sloughs and lotus leaves. When they go to bed at night, they hang their mothers’ clothes on them. On doors and windows, it will be good in three days.
Wen Xiaomin waited at the door for someone to leave before coming in.
She put on my clothes and still wore a mink coat outside. She didn't say anything. She walked in, knelt down and kowtowed to me, holding an envelope in her hands and raising it above her head.
"Mr. Zhou, thank you very much. I have never slept so peacefully since I was fifteen years old. I am leaving. This is my filial piety. Please accept it."
I took it and pinched it. It was not cash, but a bankbook.
"When you open a medical clinic, you receive money for medical treatment, not money for life. I will save your two lives. I accept this kneeling. Take the money back and you can leave."
I put the envelope on the table.
Wen Xiaomin knelt down without raising her head and said: "This is the job I have taken over the past few years. I dare not use this money to taint your hands. I don't know whether I will live or die when I go, and I don't need to entrust someone with my funeral. It's just this money." It would be a pity to just throw it away like this. You are a real god, and I entrust you with this money. Please donate it for me. It will help me accumulate some virtue for my future life, so that I can be an ordinary person in my next life."
I tapped the table with my knuckles, pondered for a moment, took out the big coin from yesterday, and threw it in front of Wen Xiaomin, "Toss it once, you get the flower, and I'll take your life."
Wen Xiaomin suddenly looked up at me, tears welling up in her eyes.
This is actually what she really wants.
On her own, even if she goes to the capital to break into eight gates, she will die.
This is a through line.
People who cannot be picked over will only be crushed to death.
So she wanted to take advantage.
"Just throw the hexagrams. There's no need to act with me. These are of no use to me and have no meaning."
Wen Xiaomin took a deep breath, picked up the big money with shaking hands, clasped it in the palm of her hand, closed her eyes, opened and closed her lips silently to make a wish, and then threw it into the air.
The big money rolled down and landed on the envelope. It bounced twice and settled safely.
Character!
Wen Xiaomin sat down on the ground, her face ashen.
