Su Wu had been in a coma for three days, and Ji Huai took care of Su Wu for three days.
On this day, Dr. Zhang came to check Su Wu's body as usual.
"Doctor Zhang, why hasn't Wu woke up?" Ji Huai asked anxiously.
Hearing this, Dr. Zhang had a stern face and shook his head, "The injury is no longer serious. Just take good care of her. However, the patient's consciousness of survival is very weak. It depends on her when she wakes up."
Weak survival awareness?
Why?
Mrs. Ji had been worried for several days. Now that she knew about Su Wu's condition, she had no choice but to be a doctor and decided to have someone drive her to Nanshan Temple to worship Buddha.
Ji Huai had no interest in illusory things like gods and Buddhas, but when it came to Su Wu, he decided to give it a try.
Nanshan Temple is built on the top of Nanshan Mountain in Xiangjiang. Because of the high mountain, not many people come here on weekdays, but those who come to seek help say that it has efficacious effects.
Some people say that if you start praying from the foot of the mountain and pray step by step, it will be more effective.
So Ji Huai and Mrs. Ji came to the foot of Nanshan Temple.
Ji Huai was wearing dark black clothes and had a solemn expression.
He took a deep breath, and then began to kneel down, one step at a time, with great piety.
Mrs. Ji watched silently, with mixed feelings in her heart.
As time passed, Ji Huai's forehead began to turn red, but he did not stop.
The little novice saw Ji Huai knocking every step in the distance, and hurriedly ran back to inform the master. After receiving the master's words, the little novice ran to inform Ji Huai and Mrs. Ji.
"Amitabha, the master said that the donor is sincere and the Buddha has seen it. Please come with me."
Mrs. Ji helped Ji Huai up and they entered Nanshan Temple.
The temple is empty and quiet, with incense lingering, and the dull and heavy bells ringing in the distance, echoing in every corner of the temple.
The old monk with a white beard, stroking his beard and looking deeply, looked at Ji Huai with a red forehead and smiled, and said quietly, "What does the donor come to my temple to ask for?"
Ji Huai said, "Pray for peace."
Hearing Ji Huai's answer, the old monk stroked his beard again and said to Ji Huai with a smile: "Buddha has seen your sincerity, but everything has its own cause and effect. What happens to you and the female donor in the future depends on you." The good fortune..."
After saying that, the old monk slowly turned around and left with the help of the young novice monk.
After receiving the old monk's answer, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
After the arrival, Mrs. Ji decided to ask for a peace charm for her family.
When the peace talisman came back, Ji Huai put it around Su Wu's neck and silently stood by Su Wu's bedside.
The public opinion war has begun, and Chu Donghong is being denounced everywhere. Ji Huai's strategy has already worked. After receiving the news, Zhou An immediately came to the Ji family villa to report, but saw that their eldest son Ji, who had never believed in gods and Buddhas, had a red forehead. Miss Su There is also a red peace charm around his neck.
Zhou An touched his nose and decided to tell the other brothers the news. Their eldest son was not only a tough man, but also tender...
"What do you want from me?" Ji Huai asked when he found Zhou An coming.
Zhou An came to his senses and reported to Ji Huai: "My eldest son, everything is as you expected."
"Where's Mother Wang? Have you given me an explanation?" Ji Huai asked again.
Zhou An answered truthfully, "Wang Ma was tortured at the police station and said that she was instigated by Chu Donghong. She also said other things and asked the eldest son to ask her in person in prison."
Ji Huai was busy taking care of Su Wu and had no time to go to the police station to interrogate Wang Ma in person. "Say hello to Chief Mai and hang her life first until Wu wakes up."
"yes."
