Chapter Forty-Eight: The Spell
At noon the next day, we got on the plane to Lijiang, it was the off-season, and the tickets were easy to buy and only 400 yuan a ticket.
After getting on the plane, Gangzi insisted on giving me the ticket money for him and Ah Jin, and he didn't agree no matter how much I pushed him.
I always felt that their family's life was difficult enough, and after all, they accompanied me on this trip, so I should bear the money.
But after seeing several stacks of hundred-dollar bills in Gangzi's chest, I accepted the money without hesitation.
Co-authors, they're much richer than I am now.
My seat was against the window, Gang Zi sat outside me, and Ah Jin sat in front of me.
Gangzi's original words were that I would rather Ah Jin and a stranger do it than sit with me, I look like a greedy and lustful person, and I didn't scold him, after all, I can't beat him horizontally and vertically.
After the plane took off, Ah Jin was a little scared, huddled in the seat with his eyes closed and didn't dare to move, I reached out through the gap between the seat and the window and patted her arm, and Ah Jin fell asleep not long after.
It's going to be a three-hour flight, and I'm going to sleep on the plane to recuperate.
I played with my phone for a while and closed my eyes to squint for a while, but in the middle of my sleep I heard someone muttering in the back seat, not loud, but never stopped.
I'm actually a person who doesn't pick the environment when I sleep, and I can fall asleep when I'm sleepy and lying on the edge of the railroad tracks, but today it's weird, and I can't sleep with the whispers in the back.
At first, I thought about being considerate and considerate, but after a long time, people slowly became annoyed.
Just as I was about to get up and shut him up, the flight attendant in the aisle suddenly shouted, "Sir, are you okay?" Is there a doctor on the plane? ”
After the flight attendant finished shouting, she asked her colleague to inform the captain, and Gangzi and I hurriedly stood up and looked back.
Behind me sat a middle-aged man by the window, who was bleeding from all his orifices, sitting cross-legged in his seat, whispering words in his mouth, and he couldn't make out what he was saying, and listening to the tone was like chanting a scripture.
The people around also stood up and looked at this, and everyone panicked all at once.
In fact, all flight attendants will receive a certain degree of training in first aid knowledge before joining the company, but due to the limited space on the plane, many medical equipment cannot be equipped, so it is still difficult to deal with this kind of emergency.
At this time, the captain began to ask on the radio if there was a doctor on the plane who could help, otherwise the situation would have to be returned if the situation continued to deteriorate.
As soon as I heard that the people on the plane were about to return, they immediately made a fuss, many people were scolding, and a middle-aged bald man rushed over to drag the person behind me, saying that he was pretending to be a ghost and delaying everyone's time.
This bald man is quite big, more than 1.8 meters tall, and two or three flight attendants can't stop him, and he said that he is very sure that this person is pretending to be a ghost and trying to engage in some kind of religious propaganda.
The noisy plane was even more chaotic, and Gangzi on the side was also angry, and one hand directly pulled the bald head over and pressed it on his seat.
When he made a move, everyone quieted down and watched the excitement, and the order improved.
Gangzi's face was already fierce, but at this time, he was angry and his expression was very vicious, and he immediately frightened the baldness, "You make trouble with Lao Tzu again and let you be like him." ”
The bald man struggled twice and couldn't move, so he could only say, "You let go of Lao Tzu, if you don't like the two of us, we'll do it on the plane!" ”
Gangzi slapped the man's face heavily, gritted his teeth and said, "You deserve it?" ”
I wasn't worried about Gangzi at all, so I watched the person behind me.
The man was probably in his forties, dressed in a suit that he knew was expensive at first glance, and he was still muttering quietly with his eyes closed.
I leaned over and listened, it was indeed like chanting, but the words were not like Chinese, nor did they look like classical Chinese, and the babbling was a bit like the words of Southeast Asia.
"How are you?" I reached out and poked the man in the shoulder.
I found that his shoulder was stiff, as if it had been poked on cardboard, and my voice was a little louder when I poked him, but it turned into a small muttering in a few seconds.
He had been bleeding from his nose and had stained his crotch red.
After a little recollection, I thought he must have been under the spell, so I pulled a pin out of my pocket and wanted to use it as a heart poke.
Seeing this, a very beautiful flight attendant hurriedly came over to me and asked, "Hello, are you a doctor?" ”
I held a pin in my hand and thought for a long time and didn't know whether I should pretend to be Western medicine or Chinese medicine, so I replied, "Yes, don't bother me." ”
The passengers on the side also whispered.
"Yo, it looks like it's a Chinese medicine doctor, I guess I'm going to help that person with acupuncture."
"That's right, the powerful Chinese medicine doctor is simply amazing, let's talk quietly, don't disturb him."
"This person is so young, where can he be a great miracle doctor, and he is also here to have a good time."
Everyone talked about everything, and I didn't care too much, and just sat next to that person.
I feel that he should have been caught in the 'form spell', simply put, he was tied to another person's body, he was a guest and the other person was the master, no matter what the master did, the guest would involuntarily learn, and there was no difference in the slightest.
This is actually a mantra for the whole person, and it can't last too long, and the way to break the spell is not difficult, as long as you pay attention to a "anti-customer-oriented".
So I lifted his clothes, straightened the pin, and made a shallow groove down his spine.
"When you see your ancestors, the heavens and the earth are turned upside down." After I finished reading, I wiped my mantra hand along the shallow groove behind his back, pinched a "hanging sword over the Jiao" hand, and then opened his eyelids and stared at the whites of his eyes.
Seconds later, a black, bug-like object swam into the whites of his eyes.
I grabbed the opportunity to raise my hand and slap it on the man's forehead.
The people around me exclaimed, and the flight attendant who was still watching the excitement also hurried over to pull me, but now is the critical moment, if I am pulled away, this person may be paralyzed for the rest of his life!
"Gangzi! Stop it for me! I roared.
Gangzi let go of the bald head and walked over, and with a flick of his big hand, he put the three flight attendants aside, and he stood directly in front of me, without saying anything, and his face seemed to be full of "whoever the dares to come, try it".
I raised my hand and slapped the man in the face again, throwing the blood from the corner of his mouth against the wall.
This trick was actually figured out by myself, in order to force the curse master to solve the spell himself, if he didn't understand Lao Tzu, he would smoke his head like a birthday star.
Otherwise, it would be too troublesome to solve the spell according to the conventional method, and I don't have so many materials and tools at hand, so I might as well be ruthless.
After four or five slaps, the flight attendant was about to call the police, but the man in front of me suddenly took a big breath and began to cough constantly, coughing for a full minute before he almost vomited.
He gave me a weak look, his face full of gratitude, "Thank you... I didn't expect to meet a master on the plane..."
At this moment, all the people on the plane breathed a sigh of relief, and they all began to cheer continuously, calling me a miracle doctor alive.
I glanced at them with disgust, what the are they all virtuous, obviously a minute ago, I wished to call the police to arrest me as a neuropath, and now I am starting to call the miracle doctor, Zhen Nima is idle.