Under Shi Yishi's strong persuasion, Li Hua went with him to see Shi Zaitian and told her the reason why she did not use the golden key to open the door.
Shi Zaitian sighed and said, I can't blame you, I can only tell you that there is only one last chance, otherwise my golden key will not be able to save you. You will still dream about that scene tonight, where the lock has not really You have to open it up before it rusts to death.
After listening to Shi Zaitian's words, Li Hua nodded. Shi Yishi, who accompanied her, said, remember? You must open the lock that locked the dark house in your dream. Li Hua touched a golden key hanging on her chest and made up her mind.
Sure enough, she dreamed of the dark house again at night. Li Hua didn't think much about anything. She bravely took out the golden key and opened the rusty lock with a bang, and the people inside squeezed out with all their strength.
Faintly, there seemed to be a woman at the end of the crowd slowly walking towards the door, getting closer and closer. She felt that the woman looked so familiar, as if she was her, no! It was me. She was unkempt, her eyes were dull, and she was very thin and pitiful.
The moment the woman walked out of the dark house, the dark house suddenly collapsed, and the sun poured down. The dazzling light woke her up, and she was covered in cold sweat.
At this time, Shi Zaitian's voice came - if you imprison others, you also imprison yourself, if you lock the past, you will also lock your own heart; in the dark house built up of resentment and worry, you can only open the windows of your heart to let the sunshine in, It suddenly dawned on me.
Since then, Li Hua's illness has completely recovered. The whole person became bright-eyed, rosy-cheeked, and very beautiful.
When Shi Yishi and Li Hua found Shi Zaitian of L Province Medical University again, they did not seek treatment from him, but appeared in front of him as a newlywed couple and specially gave him a pack of wedding candies.
Shi Zaitian looked at the cheerful newlyweds and congratulated him happily, then looked at Li Hua intently and teased, "Do you still have a dark house in your heart?" Is there anyone there that you hate? Do you want a golden key? Are you willing to let them go?
Li Hua pursed her lips and smiled, and said in a low voice, I no longer have a dark house in my heart, let alone anyone I hate. I have made a golden key of my own based on the golden key given to me by Professor Shi, opened my heart and lived calmly.
Shi Zaitian, who teaches at the university, used his spare time to cure many patients with difficult and complicated diseases who came for consultation, and he did not charge a penny. It was a free clinic. This made him famous and praised far and wide. Most people praised him not only for his wonderful medical skills, but also for his noble medical ethics.
One day, a college student took his mother to see a doctor in Shi Zaitian. Shi Zaitian asked the old man standing in front of him to put down the palm that had been holding his left eye and let him observe. I saw that the old man's left eye was red and swollen, with tears streaming down his face. It was always half-closed and could not be fully opened. The old man said that he felt a stinging sensation, as if he was being pinched by something.
At this moment, the college student said that my mother was suffering from an eye disease. She went to several hospitals and found that the ointment was not good for the touch and the drops were not good for application. Then she went to see a doctor. The doctor said that she suspected cataracts and needed surgery. , but the cost is too high. We live in the countryside and have no money to pay, so I want to find Professor Shi to see if there is any way to cure my mother's disease.
Shi Zaitian continued to observe the old man with his yin and yang eyes, when suddenly a thin and tall man in green clothes appeared in front of him.
Shi Zaitian could see it, but the college student and his mother couldn't. The man said to Shi Zaitian in a strange voice, Professor Shi, I am the Bamboo God on the Zhushan Mountain in Haojiafan Village, Lava Town, Qingyun County, this province, also known as the Bamboo Spirit among the people. Let me tell you clearly that my mother Gong’s left eye was hurt by my spell, and she will soon be blind.
Shi Zaitian asked the Bamboo God, what is the dispute between you and Gong? The Bamboo God replied that Gong went to Zhushan almost every day in winter to dig soil and dig bamboo shoots, also known as winter bamboo shoots. In addition to giving them to her son Hao Xing, who was studying in college, she also sold the many for money. So in spring, when bamboo shoots should be sprouting on the bamboo mountain, there are no bamboo shoots, which seriously affects the ecology. Therefore, I have to teach her a lesson. Professor Shi, I advise you to leave this matter alone.
Shi Zaitian said, so the Bamboo God is punishing Gong? I think she is not the only one digging winter bamboo shoots on the bamboo mountain under your jurisdiction. Why did you just attack this mother? The Bamboo God said that she dug the most winter bamboo shoots, and I punished her to serve as an example to others.
Is there any way to reconcile? Shi Zaitian asked.
have. After the Bamboo God answered, he told the reconciliation method and immediately left.
Shi Zaitian knew what he was doing, so he asked Mr. Gong, "Do you often dig winter bamboo shoots on Zhushan in your hometown?" Before Gong could answer, Hao Xing asked, "My mother often digs winter bamboo shoots. Does this have anything to do with eye pain?"
Yes, it has a lot to do with it. It is for this reason that your mother has an eye disease. The hospital cannot cure it. Shi Zaitian made the problem very serious.
Is there a cure? Gong asked.
Yes, there are three things you need to do when you return home. Within half a month, your eye disease will be fully recovered. Shi Zaitian said with certainty.
What three things? Professor Shi, you tell me and I will remember. Hao Xing took out his notebook and pen from his backpack and spoke respectfully.
So Shi Zaitian told him three things that Gong should do: First, remove the tip of the clothes drying pole in front of your house facing the railing of the bedroom window, and your mother's eye disease will slowly disappear. Recover from illness; secondly, your mother must post at least ten self-reviews on the harmful effects of eating winter bamboo shoots in conspicuous places with high traffic; thirdly, after your mother’s eye disease has initially recovered, she must volunteer to look after the mountains and forests for three months, so that the eye disease There will be no recurrence.
After Hao Xing finished recording, he bowed to Shi Zaitian, then read the recorded content to Gong and asked, "Mom, do you remember clearly?" Mr. Gong nodded and said goodbye to Shi Zaitian with his son.
Hao Xing sent Mr. Gong back to his hometown and took a look in front of the house. Sure enough, the tip of the clothes drying pole was facing the railing of the bedroom window. He quickly moved it away.
Ms. Gong said that she obviously felt no pain in her left eye. Before, her left eyeball felt like it was being pinched by some sharp instrument, which was strangely uncomfortable. But now it feels much better.
That night, Gong's tearing symptoms in his left eye disappeared. Before Hao Xing returned to school, she wrote a self-examination on the harmful effects of eating winter bamboo shoots on behalf of her mother, copied nine copies, and went around the village with her mother and posted it in ten conspicuous places.
A week later, Gong's left eye no longer hurt at all and returned to its previous bright and intact state. She was worried that the eye disease would relapse, so she followed Shi Zaitian's instructions to the letter and went to the village to look after the mountains and forests on a voluntary basis.
The first day, she walked to the edge of the mountain and met Fan Hui, a middle-aged man familiar from the neighboring village. He looked depressed. He stretched out his hands towards Gong and looked at her ten fingers. They were all ulcerated and pus-filled to varying degrees.
He said, Aunt Gong, my hands are so rotten. I went to the dermatology department of the County People's Hospital and prescribed ointment to touch it, but it couldn't be touched well. I also saw a private doctor and took medicine, but it still couldn't be cured. And it's getting worse and worse.
I heard that your left eye had an disease that could not be cured anywhere before. Later, you found the university where your son studied and was cured by a professor with supernatural powers without spending any money. Is it true or false?
Of course it's true. If the professor hadn't treated me, I would have been blinded by the pain in my left eye. When Gong said this, his tone was full of gratitude.
Is there such a good thing? Take me to that professor! Fan Hui looked at his ulcerated hands as he spoke, feeling that there was hope of curing them.
I don't have time to take you there, I have to look after the mountains and forests on a voluntary basis. Go find my son Hao Xing from the Provincial Medical University alone! Ask him to take you to the professor. You should go look for it in the next few days. If you delay it for a long time, it will be bad. If you don't treat it quickly, these ten fingers will rot.
Fan Hui said "Yes" and went home to prepare for the expenses. He put on gloves to prevent others from accidentally seeing his sore and pus-filled hands and feeling disgusted. Fan Hui took a bus to the county seat overnight, then took a train to the provincial capital, where she found Hao Xing from the Medical University in the provincial capital, and he led the way to Shi Zaitian.
Unexpectedly, Shi Zaitian saw him and didn't look at the rotten hands. Even though he took the rotten hands out of the canvas gloves for him to see, he also looked away.
Fan Hui thought to herself: If you don't even look at my rotten hands, how can you treat them? He even thought that the professor in front of him had a false reputation and was not pragmatic.
Shi Zaitian suddenly turned serious and asked him angrily, "Did you tear something that shouldn't be torn?"
No wow! Fan Hui raised her head and said with her eyes wide open.
If you think about it again, did you tear something that shouldn't be torn? Shi Zaitian still repeated the meaning of that sentence.
I remembered that when I was a child, my academic performance was not good. When the teacher criticized me, I tore up the books in class. Fan Hui answered this, but her heart was beating suddenly.
Don't go too far. If you don't tell me, I'll point it out. Shi Zaitian pointed at Hao Xing and said, not long ago, his mother posted ten self-reviews on the harmful effects of eating winter bamboo shoots in and out of the village, and you tore up nine of them. Are your paws itchy? Let me tell you, this is the reason why my hands are rotten.
Sorry, I tore nine copies. I wanted to eat winter bamboo shoots and asked my son to go up the mountain to dig them up. However, my son stopped doing it when he saw someone in the village posted a letter criticizing the harmful effects of eating winter bamboo shoots. For this reason, I tore nine copies in one go. When Fan Hui said this, she knelt down in front of Shi Zaitian and said, "Professor Shi, please cure me. I will never go up the mountain to dig winter bamboo shoots again."
Shi Zaitian said solemnly, "You don't know. After you did something bad, you offended the mountain god. The mountain god blew poison gas on your hands and asked you to pay a heavy price of ten rotten fingers. Let's see if you dare to destroy it." Bamboo forest ecology.
What should I do? Professor Shi, I have made a mistake, can you give me some treatment? Fan Hui was so frightened that her body trembled and her voice trembled when she spoke.
You will be punished by copying 100 copies of the self-examination statement on the harmful effects of eating winter bamboo shoots and posting it in 100 places. You will be voluntarily guarding the mountains and forests for six months. The ten ulcerated fingers on your hands will hopefully be healed without medicine. Shi Zaitian said, clasping his hands on his back, he turned around and continued, "You don't have to kneel down, go back and do as I say."
Uncle Fan. If you realize your mistakes, correct them and the mountain god will forgive you. Hao Xing, who was watching and listening silently by his side, gave him advice.
I'll definitely do it. Fan Hui put on a pair of gloves, got up and stood up straight, then walked around to the opposite side of Shi Zaitian and said.
Shi Zaitian cured many patients with difficult and complicated diseases that the hospital could not cure, and became famous.
There was a male brain cancer patient in his thirties who did not have a difficult disease. He was born with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain. However, in the advanced stage of the disease, he was already as skinny as a stick. Of course he didn't want to die, so he urged his family to accompany him to find Shi Zaitian.
As soon as he saw Shi Zaitian, he burst into tears and said that as long as Professor Shi could cure his illness, he would be willing to work for him all his life.
Shi Zaitian said that three years ago, he cured a patient with terminal liver cancer. She was a wealthy woman with assets of 2 billion. She was only 38 years old. She said she did not want to die and begged Professor Shi to treat her, no matter how much he paid. No expense spared.
Shi Zaitian was very unhappy after hearing this, saying that he didn't get any money for treating people, and he also harshly accused her of three bad habits: first, she had a bad temper, and often lost her temper at her mother, who even dared to scold her; One is too extravagant and wasteful. Brand-name clothes that cost tens of thousands of dollars a piece can be thrown away as garbage after wearing them for a few days. The third is that they are obsessed with sensuality and can't extricate themselves. The number of pretty boys raised in major cities across the country has reached a row. . Indulging herself in this way violates the general ethics. God is angry, humans and gods are angry, and her death is not far away.
There is a saying that evil people suffer from evil diseases. Only then did the rich woman realize that she was a bad person and had a bad disease that no amount of money could cure. At this time, she repeatedly begged Shi Zaitian, saying that she was not old, had not lived enough, and had a lot of money. She did not want to die, and it would be a pity to die. Shi Zaitian said, if you want to live, just listen to me.
