I asked what was going on, and Mr. Mu looked left and right, and whispered, "Actually, it's not me looking for it, but my teacher is looking for you." "I said how do you have a teacher, Mr. Mu smiled and said of course there is, he was also a college student at the beginning, he graduated with a master's degree in this university, and then stayed in the school to teach. At that time, his tutor was already a doctoral supervisor, surnamed Cao, and he was not feeling well recently, so he wanted me to take a look.

"Why is it uncomfortable?" I asked, "Did you go to the hospital first?" because now Chinese are becoming more and more familiar with Thai Buddhist cards and rituals, and many people are always suspicious, and if there is a small illness or disaster, they will think about the evil side. ”

Teacher Mu said, "If the hospital can cure it, it won't have to be so difficult. The teacher knows many friends from big hospitals in Shenyang, and there are acquaintances in the first year of the medical university, Sheng Jing, and Mr. Lu, who have been to see them for a long time, but it has no effect. "When I asked what the situation was, Mr. Mu told me that because he was an old student of Professor Cao, the two had a good relationship, so he often went to Professor Cao's house as a guest. About two months ago, Professor Cao was sitting on the sofa watching TV at home, when he suddenly felt dizzy, his nose was itchy, he sneezed a lot, and a lot of blood foamed on the coffee table. His wife thought that her husband was overworked and his nose was bleeding, so she came to find a tissue to plug it and let Professor Cao rest. Two days later, Professor Cao was in the classroom, talking, and saw that the students below had strange expressions, and they all stared at him.

Professor Cao asked what he meant, and a student pointed to his face, and Professor Cao wiped it with his hand, and his hands were full of blood, and he didn't know when it flowed from his nose. He was a little nervous, knowing that many people suffering from leukemia and other blood diseases had nosebleeds for no reason, so he quickly found a familiar doctor from the Army General Hospital to help him. I took a blood test and a comprehensive examination, and I tossed for most of the day, but nothing happened. The expert told Professor Cao that he was not seriously ill and that he just had a good rest.

In a few days, Professor Cao will be taking a lunch break at school. He is also the head of the department at the university, and he is also a doctoral supervisor and project leader, and has his own office. In a daze, he saw the door open, and a stranger walked into the room, and before he could ask, this person raised his hand and hit Professor Cao in the face, punching Professor Cao in the face, and he immediately felt that his nose was sore, and blood flowed down again. Professor Cao yelled and begged someone to come in and help, and several teachers heard the sound and saw that Professor Cao's face was covered with blood, and he was stumbling around in the office like crazy, and it took him a long time to return to normal.

He went to Shengjing and the First Hospital of the Medical University to find the best expert in oncology, because Professor Cao suspected that there was some kind of tumor in the brain, which was causing hallucinations caused by compression of nerves. After the MRI was done, the expert said that Professor Cao's brain was normal and there was no tumor, and advised him to go to the psychiatric department for a look.

Professor Cao was reluctant, but went anyway. He is highly educated, and he also specializes in training doctoral students, and he knows that it is most important to avoid medical treatment. In the psychiatric department, the doctor said that Professor Cao was too stressed, and prescribed him two calming Western medicines, and then let him rest for half a month without going to work, and only recuperated at home. Professor Cao still cherishes his body very much, so he asked the leaders of the college for half a month's leave, found two old friends, and traveled to Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

These two old friends are also well-known people in Shenyang, one is a retired leader of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, and the other is an associate professor of the Academy of Fine Arts, and has a good relationship with Professor Cao. When traveling to Wuxi, because the hotel was tight, the three of them slept in a three-bed standard room at night. In the middle of the night, an old friend got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet and found that there was no Professor Cao on the bed, thinking that he was in the bathroom, but there was none, and Professor Cao's clothes and pants were still in the house. He couldn't look around, so he woke up another old friend and went out to look for it. Late at night, I heard shouting nearby, followed the sound, and found that in an alley next to the hotel, Professor Cao was running back and forth in the alley wearing only a vest and shorts, shouting as he ran: "Get out, don't hit me, stay away from me!"

With the help of the innkeeper, the two dragged Professor Cao back to the hotel, his face was covered in blood, and he didn't know where the wounds were. After washing, it was found that it was from the nose, but there were no scars, and the nose and face were not beaten.

When this happened, the two old friends did not dare to continue traveling with Professor Cao and escorted him back to Shenyang. Professor Cao's wife began to use her relationship to seek medical advice in Shenyang, but more than a month later, Professor Cao's strange illness still did not improve, and he committed it once every five or six days on average, either with nosebleeds for no reason, or sleepwalking in the middle of the night and being beaten. At first, it was just a nosebleed, then a mouth, and I often woke up to find blood on my face and pillow. Professor Cao wanted to take a long leave of absence for treatment, but he couldn't, because he was now taking four doctoral students and was about to graduate, and if he interrupted now, it would have a great impact on his future professorship and job prospects, so he had to hold on.

During the class, Professor Cao placed two large towels on the podium, ready to wipe the blood at any time. And almost all the whole school knows about Professor Cao's strange problem, don't look at the half-heartedness of the students when they listen to the class, now there is this kind of thing, all the students have become volunteers, and countless pairs of eyes are monitoring Professor Cao's face. As soon as he began to bleed from his mouth and nose, he immediately spoke out a prompt, similar to a siren, which made Professor Cao very embarrassed.

"Bleeding for no reason and sleepwalking......" I thought for a moment, "Is it possible that the hospital didn't check for some disease?"

Teacher Mu said: "I've been to Beijing, and I can't find out!" I said why did I go to Beijing too, but Teacher Mu said that it wasn't it, I went to Xiehe first, and then I went to 301 and Anding Hospital to check the mental aspect, but there was no result.

I said, "It's really weird, what kind of blood is shed, it's okay to be mental." Teacher Mu said that he was a student of Professor Cao after all, and he had a good personal relationship, and when he went to visit that day, Professor Cao's wife asked him to help him think about the way to see if there were any experts or old Chinese medicine doctors who could treat this strange disease. Teacher Mu said that he was very embarrassed, he did not have the same high status and identity as Professor Cao, Professor Cao was not in a rut, what could he do.

"Last weekend, my computer department had dinner in a restaurant," Mr. Mu poured me wine, "Everyone talked about Professor Cao's strange illness, and the head of the department, Li Xue, said that she used to have a student named Tian Li, and now she is selling Buddhist cards in Thailand, and she was invited to participate in that class reunion, and I heard that it seems to be able to cure this strange evil disease that cannot be cured by hospitals." I asked for your QQ number and left you a message. I nodded, pulled out the spiritual wax necklace from my neck, and told Mr. Mu the effect of this thing, but only the wax bottom and the remaining cotton core remained, and I didn't know if it could be used.