The ward was locked from the outside, and it was only possible to open it with a special key, and the attending physician walked with the key and said to everyone: "...... This afternoon just quieted down, I used the ancestral Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, which is the only ancient acupuncture technique in our Yongxing City......"

Qin Shaoyu snorted.

"Doctor, have you ever seen the real Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, that is the extremely domineering acupuncture technique on demons, the first technique of exorcism since ancient times, you take this as a medical skill, ridiculous, this is not something that anyone can do."

The thin doctor glared at him.

"What do you know, fuck off...... Get out of the way, let me give the old man a needle, calm her nerves, just for a moment! ”

The screams in the ward became more and more terrible, the old man made more trouble than ever before, Liu Ziqiang burst into tears, knelt in front of the door and called his mother, Shang Yuchu also cried with his father, Hong Xinghan also had red eyes, and glanced at Qin Shaoyu from time to time.

Qin Shaoyu's gaze wandered around the hospital, standing behind the crowd, silent. This is a hospital, but it is not a place where he can do anything at will, and the hospital will never allow anyone to do any feng shui rituals in their hospital.

As soon as the door of the ward opened, the attending physician ran in with a silver needle of his own.

It was inconvenient for everyone to pour into the house, so they looked at the door.

The old man was naked, with many new and old scars on his body, and at this time he was even more scattered, one, book, read, novel xstxt with sparse white hair, and a terrifying expression.

Several hospital nurses forcibly fixed the desperately struggling elderly man to the bed with leather ropes, and the attending physician began to administer needles to the old man. Thirteen needles of the ghost door, the first needle of the ghost palace, from the mouth and nose into the needle, followed by the ghost letter, ghost cave, ghost base, ghost road, ghost market, ghost hall, ghost pillow, ghost heart, ghost leg, ghost camp, ghost hidden, ghost minister all the way down, the needle technique is really good-looking, everyone is dazzled, admired, but the thirteen needles of the ghost door are finished, the old man suddenly cried, and then laughed and screamed, the sound was more terrible than before.

The attending physician was sweating, and his previous calm and self-confidence finally collapsed, and he ordered the nurse to quickly get a large dose of tranquilizer. Several times the amount, everyone listened to it with a look of unbearable face.

Qin Shaoyu couldn't help but say: "You should be a medical cow, you can't do it yourself, just let it go, grandma let you toss it soon." ”

The attending physician said angrily: "Get out, where is the fart boy, let him out!" ”

Qin Shaoyu sneered slightly.

Liu Ziqiang suddenly puffed, knelt straight in front of Qin Shaoyu, and cried out in a sad voice: "Little sir, help!" ”

Qin Shaoyu hurriedly pulled him up, glanced at Shang Yuchu, who was pale, and said, "Yuchu, blow that flute......

"What are you talking about......" Shang Yuchu was stunned.

Liu Ziqiang was also stunned.

"Sir, now is not the time to be angry, please help now......

As he spoke, he knocked his head down again.

Everyone turned their attention to Qin Shaoyu together.

Qin Shaoyu said: "I said it a long time ago, just play that flute, you don't understand, that's something I've been cultivating for nearly ten years, even if a gold mountain is worth it, it's good to blow it, let a veterinarian prick it blindly, if the thirteen needles of the ghost gate can be pierced by a Chinese medicine, or what is the avenue method of the feng shui world, hum, I have practiced for ten years, and I can only apply two or three needles, he has a dirty body, and he dares to needle people, what a joke!" ”

Shang Yuchu hurriedly pulled out the bamboo flute from his neck, put it in his mouth, closed his eyes, and blew it fiercely......

Excessive force......

Wind instruments such as Di Xiao have this problem, that is, the stronger the force, the more it may not sound, and there is a trick in it.

Hush......

Such a void sound sounded, the sound of air rushing from the mouth into the bamboo flute and empty.

In the ward, the old man sat up suddenly, smashed several of the straps that were bound open, and turned an extremely terrible face towards the door.

“…… Get out of here—"

The old man let out a long howl that shook the corridor of the hospital with a terrible sound.

Qin Shaoyu said angrily: "It's against you!" Blow again! ”

Shang Yuchu closed his eyes tightly and blew hard again.

"Woo......"

This time it rang......

A sound wave was heard in the long, somewhat eerie corridor......

The octogenarian, who was unable to hold down several big men on the hospital bed, suddenly stopped moving, his whole body trembled, frightened, staring at the outside of the ward, staring at Shang Yuchu, staring at the bamboo flute she held up to her mouth.

Qin Shaoyu smiled faintly.

"Blow again."

Shang Yuchu was obedient and blew again, this time trying his best to control himself, blowing louder and more pure, and with the sound of the flute, the old man's straight body trembled even more, shrunk up, and hid in the bed.

Shang Yuchu saw that it was effective, how could he take care of anything else, only a dozen times in a row, the sound of the flute made the entire third floor of the building, so quiet that the needle could be heard, all the wards, no one made any more noise, no one made any more noise, this floor was the most serious patients with mania, and it was only one percent weaker than the fourth floor, at this time, all the patients were abnormally normal, sitting quietly on the bed, listening to the sound of heaven.

All the shocked eyes turned to the bamboo flute.

It's incredible......

Qin Shaoyu walked to Shang Yuchu's side, took the bamboo flute casually, and said with a smile: "You still haven't found a way to use this thing, you see, how I blow it." ”

As he spoke, he put the little bamboo flute that was still wet and stained with the other party's saliva into his mouth and licked it, saying that it was a little sweet......

As soon as he breathed a little luck and calmed down, he blew up.

In the past ten years, Qin Shaoyu has only played one tune very well, that is, the vast sky of Huang Jiaju, he loves this tune very much, so he has been practicing, but he didn't expect such a small bamboo flute with incomplete five tones to let him blow this tune completely.

At this time, Qin Shaoyu played this song in the first mental hospital of Yongxing City, the sound was so simple and unpretentious, so clean, like the sunshine outside, ordinary and warm and bright, shining into this place where no sunlight can enter, so that the corridor of this decades-old hospital, the upper and lower floors of the third floor, and even the entire building, are listening to this beautiful music made by a blind man and played by an orphan.

"Today I watched the snow drift by on a cold night

Drifting away with a cooled heart

Chasing in the wind and rain, and indistinguishable in the fog

The sky is wide and you and I can change

How many times have you met cold eyes and ridicule

I have never given up on the ideals in my heart

A moment of trance and a feeling of loss

Unconsciously, it has faded into love

……

Someone was humming the words of the tune, someone was drinking shallowly.

……

Like a flower blooming.

Qin Shaoyu, who was playing the dilapidated bamboo flute, looked coquettish and brilliant like a flower.