There is no specific medicine for meningitis, and Lei Yiming can only resign himself to fate. To live is to live, and to die is to die, whether to live or to die, it is not unusual.

Ye Wenjian cried a lot, thinking that if Zhang Jiatian was willing to come, his brother-in-law would see him, and his heart would be happy, and maybe he would get better. But Zhang Jiatian will never come.

While crying, he recalled the quarrel between Zhang Jiatian and his brother-in-law that night - the reason for the quarrel, he also knew it later, but he still felt that his brother-in-law was innocent. Bad is also Yu Tianzuo's bad, this has nothing to do with my brother-in-law, and my sister was not invited to Chengde by my brother-in-law, and if my brother-in-law really wants to kill my sister, why do I have to wait until that time? Why do I have to wait until my sister sends me to the door?

There are too many doubts in this matter, all in all, he doesn't believe that his brother-in-law is a murderer. But what's the use of him not believing it? He thinks that Zhang Jiatian doesn't know his brother-in-law, and his brother-in-law Bai is so good to him. If Zhang Jiatian knew his brother-in-law as well as he did, he would know that his brother-in-law was actually a good person - there was no such good person in the world.

Ye Wenjian cried, and after crying, he went to see Lei Yiming in the ward, but Lei Yiming was still suffering from a fever and was unconscious. He wiped his tears and retreated, wanting to wrap Lei Yiming ready. Lin Zifeng took him as an adult, and he also claimed to be an adult, but Lin Zifeng soon found out that he was young after all, and he still couldn't do it.

Since it is "no", then Lin Zifeng will not count on him, there are people under Lin Zifeng's hands who can be sent, and there is no shortage of such a half-old child.

Lin Zifeng thought he would be very busy these days.

However, after assigning all the tasks, he suddenly found that he had nothing to do

Can sit in the ward, waiting for thunder to breathe. Lei Yiming quickly lost weight into a skinny skeleton within a few days, Lin Zifeng Rao was used to seeing him, and every time he saw him at the door, he would feel frightened. Bai Xuefeng answered his phone and rushed over, and when he saw thunder after entering the door, he said "ouch" on the spot.

After "ouch", Bai Xuefeng asked Lin Zifeng: "There is no way at all?"

Lin Zifeng didn't speak, only shook his head.

Bai Xuefeng stood on the ground, thought for a while, and then looked up and asked Lin Zifeng: "I have a method, do you want to give it a try?"

Lin Zifeng looked at him: "What method?"

Bai Xuefeng hesitated and replied: "Tianqiao has an old way of drawing talismans, he can draw a talisman for a patient, and he can transfer the illness to another place, it is said that ......" He glanced at Lin Zifeng, and the more he spoke, the lower his voice became: "It is very spiritual." ”

Lin Zifeng had long known that Bai Xuefeng's wisdom was limited, but now that he heard his wonderful method, he didn't know how to express his disdain, so he simply exhaled two cool breaths from his nostrils. Bai Xuefeng also felt it, so he ridiculed: "I'm also sick and rushed to the doctor......

Lin Zifeng no longer paid attention to Bai Xuefeng, and continued to sit by himself, thinking that he was going to die, he was finally going to die.

Lin Zifeng remembered that when he first saw him, he was only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, probably younger than Zhang Jiatian now, very healthy, very lively, and quarreling with Mary Feng with great interest, and planning to get promoted and make a fortune with great interest. is very old-fashioned, like a conspirator who has lived for several lifetimes, and he is also very naïve when he is naïve, and he is so angry that he bursts into tears.

At that time, who would have thought that he would only live to be forty years old? Who would have thought that before he died, he would be surrounded by no wives and concubines and children, leaving him alone and sick as a skeleton?

Lin Zifeng misses him, thinks of his sister, and thinks of the end, there is no pleasure of revenge, only sadness in his heart - what he loves and what he hates, one by one, is gone, leaving him alone to live a long life, wealth and glory.

"That ......," he suddenly spoke, "Is the old way always on the overpass?"

Bai Xuefeng was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was talking to himself: "I don't know about this, I-I'll go look for it?"

Lin Zifeng didn't look at him, and spoke to the wall: "It's okay to try, anyway, he's already like this, even if that Taoist priest's trick doesn't work, he has nothing to lose." ”

Bai Xuefeng nodded and agreed: "Yes, yes, let's die-"

He didn't finish speaking, because he felt that what he said was too inappropriate, even if Lei Yiming was unconscious now and wouldn't pick on him, he automatically changed his words and said, "You wait, I'll look for it now." ”

Lin Zifeng went through the discharge procedures for Lei Yiming.

He took it upon himself to carry Lei Yiming to his house, and when he took his breath, he was going to bury him next to his sister's grave. Ye Wenjian was already completely stunned at this time, and let Lin Zifeng be the master, and he just followed him dumbly.

When Lin Zifeng sent someone to move Lei Yiming from the stretcher to the bed, Bai Xuefeng also hurried over with Lao Dao. The dove-shaped hoof-shaped face of the old Taoist may be malnourished, and he looks no more energetic than Lei Yiming. Lin Zifeng vacated

A side room was placed by Lei Yiming, and the unnecessary small furniture and knick-knacks in the room were moved out, and only a cool bed was placed in the corner to prepare for the use of stopping the spirit. The house is empty and spacious, and it is possible to set up the scene and draw the talisman by the old way. Lin Zifeng stood at the door with his arms crossed, and saw the old Taoist holding a brush dipped in cinnabar, writing and drawing on a few pieces of paper, reciting words in his mouth, and making a strange scream every three or five times. When he finished drawing the talisman, Lao Dao jumped up, jumped to the bed with a "bang", aimed the brush in his hand at Lei Yiming's head, and drew three circles from afar, and at the same time the spell in his mouth was high and low for a while, and he was slow for a while, and there was no honest bone in Zhou's body, and his hands and feet were busy together. Lei Yiming on the bed was in a coma, but at this time, he was troubled by the old man, and suddenly his body stiffened and convulsed, and he actually became convulsed.

Bai Xuefeng outside the door saw that the situation was not good, and thought that Lei Yiming would die of illness, if he was invited by the old Taoist to die, then he would not be able to get out of it. hurriedly entered the door and dragged Lao Dao out, he saw that Lin Zifeng also rushed to the bed, so he said, "Let's find a doctor!"

Lin Zifeng suppressed Lei Yiming, turned around and replied, "Then you can run again!"

Bai Xuefeng sent off the old road, went out in a car, and picked up Dr. Lang, who had been walking around in Lei Mansion before. This Dr. Lang is all-powerful, he dares to treat any disease, and he prescribes a prescription on the spot. Lin Zifeng saw that Lei Yiming still had a breath, so he asked people to boil the medicine according to the prescription, pried open Lei Yiming's mouth and poured it in. The hot medicinal soup flowed out along the corners of Lei Yiming's mouth, and Lei Yiming was happy

Xu was still a little conscious, so he groaned at this time, shook his head slightly, and made a gesture to hide. Bai Xuefeng watched it from the side, but he couldn't bear it, and he didn't dare to persuade him, so he only thought in his heart: "I said that Lao Lin couldn't spare him, he was so sick that he refused to let him go quietly." ”

Lin Zifeng didn't know that Bai Xuefeng was slandering himself, but he just thought that Lei Yiming was already hopeless, so it was better to try his luck. After Dr. Lang left, he asked Bai Xuefeng to find several famous doctors, and the famous doctors each prescribed their own prescriptions, Lin Zifeng accepted all the orders, and then poured medicine to Lei Yiming bowl after bowl. Bai Xuefeng couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply turned around and went out to the longevity shop, and found a paster who was good at making paper people and paper horses. After he had set the coffin, the pastler had collected his money and started work, he went back to the Lin Mansion in the evening, and went straight to the wing room after entering the door, but saw that the room was filled with the smell of steaming bitter medicine, Ye Wenjian sat alone on the edge of the bed, holding a cold towel in his hand.

"How are you doing in the afternoon?" he asked Ye Wenjian softly.

Ye Wenjian looked at him blankly: "It's okay." ”

Bai Xuefeng retreated, feeling a little strange in his heart - he thought that Lei Yiming would not survive this day.

Lei Yiming not only survived this day, but also survived the following night.

The next morning, Ye Wenjian found that Lei Yiming's forehead seemed to have dropped a little hot, and hurriedly rushed out to shout Mr. Lin. Lin Zifeng came when he heard the sound, touched Lei Yiming's head, and felt that it was not so hot. He withdrew his hand, full of doubts, and picked up the famous doctors who were invited yesterday, but the famous doctors still did not reach a consensus, and they all had their own

Views of each. Lin Zifeng was confused when he heard this, and said, "Western medicine says that it is meningitis-"

Before he could finish speaking, the famous doctors shook their heads again, obviously despising each other, and even more scorning Western medicine.

Lin Zifeng himself didn't know how to use medicine, looking at this situation, Lei Yiming's disease seemed to be curable, and it seemed to be an incurable disease, so he turned his heart and said: "If you have any methods, use whatever methods you have." ”

After Lin Zifeng said this, the famous doctors really showed their powers. Bai Xuefeng came over and saw Lei Yiming lying on the bed, receiving acupuncture, his head was full of needles, pierced like a hedgehog, he was frightened, and quietly went back. After a long time, he came to look again, and found that the wing room of the Lin Mansion was even more lively, and it was actually white smoke, and a white-bearded old man burned grass medicine in front of the bed, and used the medicine smoke to smoke the thunder on the bed. Bai Xuefeng covered his nose and retreated, thinking that his fate was really miserable, he had to suffer so much torture before he died, and a good person couldn't stand this smoking method, the doctor lit a fire in front of the bed, and didn't roast him to death?

Bai Xuefeng didn't expect that after the smoke, there was still a medicinal soup bath, and he almost stewed Lei Yiming.

He really couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he walked away under the pretext, and it took another day and a night before returning to the forest house. As a result, as soon as he entered the gate this time, he found that the yard was clean without all those smoke, dust, water and fire. And although the door of the wing room was closed and the curtain was hung, people in the courtyard could still hear the mourning sound inside—the sound of thunder.

At this time, the door of the main room opened, and Lin Zifeng walked out and nodded at Bai Xuefeng:

"Old white. ”

Bai Xuefeng raised his hand and pointed to the wing, stunned, and asked a rough sentence that was not very tactful: "Are you still alive?"

Lin Zifeng stood on the bluestone steps in front of the door, obviously a little puzzled: "I had a fever in the middle of the night last night, maybe I had a headache, and I have been calling until now." ”

"Are you awake?"

"Not sober, just screaming. ”

"Still screaming?"

He poured him two bowls of ginseng soup, and he was moved. ”

"Then he ......"

Lin Zifeng saw through Bai Xuefeng's implication, so he didn't have to finish his words, and replied directly: "I don't know if he's still dead." ”

Bai Xuefeng heard that his words were not good, so he smiled and said in a low voice: "The paper people and paper horses are almost pasted. Otherwise, I'll stop the plasterer?"

Lin Zifeng thought for a moment, and then replied, "It's better to prepare." ”

Lei Yiming fed on medicine, screamed for a while, fainted for a while, and after screaming like this for two days, he lay on the bed with his eyes closed, Ye Wenjian used a small spoon to put the soup and water into his mouth, and he began to know how to swallow.