All of them also followed Liu Dao's gaze to look at the old man lying on the bed, with gray hair.

From time to time, she would cough weakly, and with a painful expression, the hearts of the people who watched Zhengxin were itching.

Xiao Cheng was the first to open his mouth and asked, "Who is this?"

Liu Dao looked at it with a sad face, "Hey, this is my mother, she has been sick for more than a year." "That's... Why don't you go to the hospital? Chen Yong was a straight man and asked anxiously.

"Why haven't you seen it?"

The story goes back to one night a year ago--- when I had just returned home after finishing the work and doing the rituals, I felt a gust of wind in the room.

When he realized that something was wrong, he hurried back to his mother's house, which was lifeless and unbright, and he anxiously rushed to the wooden table and lit the candles.

In the dim light, he found his mother who had passed out on the ground, and he quickly carried her to the bed and screamed a few times but did not respond.

He thought about it carefully, it had been like this for the past few days, and the next morning, he had left time to postpone the rituals of other people's homes.

Specifically to check his mother's pulse, he first helped his mother up, put a pillow on her back, leaned against the wall, and fed her the millet porridge that had just been boiled in the morning.

The mother's body was weak and had no strength, so she could only drink porridge.

Listening to her mother's weak cough, I knew that she was already trying her best to suppress the dry itch cough in her throat, but it was even more uncomfortable to endure like this.

Liu Dao was very worried, he rolled up his mother's sleeve and put his hand on the pulse on his mother's wrist, which was very weak.

There are two breaths in it that are constantly shaking, but Liu Daodao's method is still shallow, and he is not completely transparent to medical skills, so he has never been able to find out what these two breaths are.

He slowly lowered his mother's sleeve, his face was ugly, he didn't see any results, he settled his mother down.

He walked out of the room with the millet porridge that he hadn't eaten a few bites, closed the door, and decided to take his mother to the hospital, where he brought a car from the garage that afternoon.

Carrying his mother out of the room, he quickly opened the net to the nearest hospital from home, "Doctor, look at my mother, he has been like this for several days!" ”

The doctor raised his head to look at Liu Dao's mother, who was carrying him on his back, and saw that he was pale, so he hurriedly called the attending doctor.

When the doctor arrived, he hurriedly placed his mother gently on the chair and held her by the hand. I'm afraid she'll fall.

The doctor lifted Liu Dao's mother's shirt, stuffed the stethoscope into the clothes, listened to the organs near the heart, looked sad, and pulled out her wrist.

The doctor still looked uncertain and sad, Liu Dao was a little anxious, and hurriedly asked, "Doctor, how is my mother?" ”

I saw the doctor sigh softly, "Alas! Sorry, I didn't see anything. If it weren't for Liu Dao's mother's pale face and bloodless lips, the doctor would definitely think that the old man was pretending to be sick.

But it is true that the cause of the disease is really not found, and he thinks he should take his aunt to another department for investigation.

"Otherwise, you should take your aunt to another department to check and register first, and if it doesn't work, go to another hospital to see"

"How so? Take a good look at it, if you see the wrong doctor, please! ”

The voice was very loud, and everyone persuaded one after another, "Young man, you can take your mother to another department, what if it has nothing to do with the heart?" ”

Liu Dao thought about it carefully, and it seemed to make sense, so he picked up his mother and went to register, and hung up all the subjects, but there was still no result. 16 reading

So much so that Liu Dao thought that there was something wrong with their hospital, and he drove his mother to a bigger and better hospital, but to no avail.

He hadn't been doing Dharma work for the past few days, and the turmoil of the past few days had caused his family, which was not wealthy, to spend almost all of his savings.

Even Liu Dao sold the car and saved the remaining 20,000 yuan, but his mother's illness was still not cured, and in desperation, Liu Dao had no choice but to take his mother home.

took care of it, but Liu Dao's mother was still the same, her hair was getting grayer and thinner.

This phenomenon made Stay to the point of bewilderment, and to no avail of any way, Liu Daoji came to his friends.

It was the friends who were with Liu Dao in that room now discussing how to treat Liu Dao's mother.

In the end, the result of the discussion made Liu Dao scratch his head, and it was to make him give up his iron rice bowl.

Giving up one's profession is to do happy events and ruin wealth and avoid disasters for others, and to make a conflict with God and offend God.

After careful consideration, he made a big decision, he wanted to wash his hands of gold and no longer do things that broke his fortune and changed his life.

Although this is very difficult for Liu Dao, he does not want to see his mother live like a year and suffer a lot.

Day after day, month after month, he really didn't do any more rituals, he found an antique shop, ate his old bottom, and looked at antiques.

Earning some food and food for his family, he barely enough to support the family, and he has known the owner of the antique shop for a long time, and has dealt with him a lot, and often eats with him.

The owner of the antique shop also often brought some delicious food, good drinks, and household use for Liu Dao's mother. And so three months passed.

Liu Dao would often sit on the edge of his mother's bed and tell him about what had happened and would happen today, yesterday, and tomorrow.

His mother occasionally smiled, pulled it to her mouth, and showed a painful look, which made Liu Dao's heart ache, but he could only be sad in his room alone.

Obviously, even when she didn't, the mother was miserable and didn't get any better.

This is not a way, Liu Dao decided to take his mother to the big city to see a doctor, he really can't stand to see some people pretending to be better.

He sold the house, took his mother to a city with more advanced medical technology, and spent the rest of the money to buy the current dilapidated yard.

After settling his mother here, after Liu Dao finished speaking, Chen Yong couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy.

"So...... Your mother hasn't gotten any better yet? ”

Liu Dao shook his head helplessly and said, "It's been a year, it's still like this, and I eat very little every time." ”

"Woooooooooo......oo It's so pathetic! Xiao Cheng patted Liu Dao on the back and told him not to be too sad.

"Liu Dao, I believe that your mother will be fine."

Stay until he nodded, and Zhengxin asked Liu Dao and the others, "Then what are you going to do now?" ”

Liu Dao sighed and said, "Let's take one step at a time, even if I smash the pot and sell iron, I have to cure my mother." Liu Dao secretly swore an oath.

Zhengxin waved his hand, slowed down thoughtfully, walked to the bed, and checked the pulse of the mother who had been left behind.

Everyone just saw Zhengxin's sad face, but they still didn't say anything.