Du Xiaowei looked at her mother again.

"Dad, mother, have you woken up today?" Du Xiaowei is a filial daughter, as can be seen from the fact that she brushed her mother's hair and fed pastries in one go.

"Xiaowei, can you let me take your mother's pulse?" I looked at Du Xiaowei's mother.

It stands to reason that the demon king is dead, and any "curse" should be lifted, but looking at Du Xiaowei's appearance, she is still in a coma.

Du Xiaowei fed her, pinched her chin, and forcibly stuffed the pastry into her mouth.

"Sister, do you still know how to heal?" Du Xiaowei looked at me with reverence in her eyes.

"It's just scratching the surface." I couldn't even tell what illness Master had, and I really didn't dare to say that I knew all about medicine.

"That's annoying sister." Du Xiaowei happily motioned for me to go to the bed.

I walked into the room sideways, and then, stepping over a lot of miscellaneous items, finally arrived at Du Xiaowei's mother's couch.

Du Xiaowei rolled up her mother's sleeves, and I immediately saw an extremely withered and wrinkled hand.

The back of the hand was covered with lines and mottles of rose.

As soon as I saw these spots, I immediately thought of corpse spots.

However, Du Xiaowei's mother seems to still have a snort, and the nose is at least inciting.

So, I put my fingertips on her wrist.

"Sister, how is my mother?" Du Xiaowei couldn't wait to ask me.

"She?" I frowned, carefully checked the pulse for a while, and felt that Du Xiaowei's mother still had a pulse, but this pulse was extremely empty, empty, if there was nothing.

This kind of vein, called the "decay vein", is the vein image that only people who are about to die.

Du Xiaowei's aunt, her hair is gray, she is old, can't she stand the "curse" of the demon king, and now she has run out of oil and the lamp is dry?

Thinking like this, I looked at Du Xiaowei and her father again, and they were now looking at me with extremely expectant eyes.

"Xiaowei, where do you Doctor Cao live?" I asked.

"Huh? Dr. Cao? Du Xiaowei was stunned: "Is my sister going to find Dr. Cao for my mother?" Sister doesn't know, that Dr. Cao has never practiced medicine since his daughter "left", and even if Dr. Cao still practices medicine, I will pay for his consultation? ”

"Don't worry about the consultation fee, I'll think about it, you take me there, I came out today, and I was looking for this Dr. Cao." I truthfully said to this Du Xiaowei: "Actually, my master is also seriously ill. ”

"Okay, then I'll take my sister there." When Du Xiaowei heard that my master was seriously ill, she immediately wanted to take me to find the doctor.

Du Xiaowei's father looked at us, and the expression on his face was a little complicated.

"Doctor Cao, I'm afraid it won't work! But if you want to try, go and give it a try. With that, he let out a few more coughs.

"Uncle Du, I'll also take the pulse for you?" I looked at him, and he didn't look good.

"This? How can you be so tired? He hesitated.

"It's okay, it's a gesture." After I finished speaking, I took his hand directly, checked his pulse, showed him the coating of his tongue, and made sure that he was fine.

"Uncle Du, you just haven't got rid of the root of the disease for the time being, after a while, I'll go and grab a pair of herbs for you, and you can get good by drinking it." His illness was dragged out, otherwise, this minor illness would not have dragged on for so long and not healed.

"It's all a minor illness, you don't have to bother, it's just my mother-in-law?" Uncle Du said, his eyes revealing a touch of distress.

He hadn't thought about himself, but he wanted his wife to be safe.

"Uncle Du, don't worry about the rest, just rest." As I spoke, I looked at Du Xiaowei.

Du Xiaowei also tucked the quilt for her mother, explained a few words to her father, and led me out of the house.

"Then Dr. Cao's house, is it far away from here?" I walked side by side with her in this little alley.

The wall of this alley is extremely high, and there are trees planted in the wall on one side, so it blocks most of the day, making the alley much darker than the street market outside.

"Far away, at the old docks." Du Xiaowei walked out of the alley with me, raised her hand, and pointed in the direction of the dock where we parked the boat before.

From here, it takes a stick of incense.

Du Xiaowei said, and wanted to ask me if I needed a car.

"No need, I haven't walked through this wind yet." As I spoke, I walked and looked at both sides of the street, but today, these shops are not free to do business, and they are all busy cleaning.

In the alley on the side, white lanterns were hung, and the sound of crying and wailing continued to come from inside.

Before the three-faced demon king was removed, they may still be praying that their daughter, after entering the temple, really went to be a goddess, and in this life, they will be blessed by the gods.

Although I can't see it, as long as my daughter is doing well, everything can be endured, but now?

I sighed, the identity of the demon king was exposed, and these people also knew where their daughter went.

"Sister, the girl who was exactly like me before?" Du Xiaowei looked at those white lanterns and was a little distracted.

"I didn't see her at the table that day." I pursed my lips, thinking, it shouldn't be her turn yet, but last night's fire burned, and the earth statue should have changed to its original appearance.

"Sister, if you can make a person who is exactly like me, can that also be?" Du Xiaowei looked at me and stopped talking.

"That's my husband's magic, and besides, a portrait is a portrait, there is no life, even if you use it to make your sister look like you, it's just a dead thing, a dead person, and you can't come back." I know what Du Xiaowei wants to say.

They want to meet the people who left, but unfortunately, they don't have the art to bring the dead back to life.

Beilin also gave up everything, but he couldn't save the woman he loved, let alone a mortal.

When Du Xiaowei heard me say this, her eyes became a little dark.

"My aunt, sometimes when she is sober, she will call her sister's name, if she can, let her see her sister again, how good would it be?" After Du Xiaowei finished speaking, she lowered her eyes.

"The deceased is gone, Xiaowei, all you should do now is take care of your parents." I think even if I used the technique to make Du Xiaowei's sister "come to life", it would still be a waste in the end, so why bother?

"Hmm." Du Xiaowei listened to my words and nodded silently, but it was still difficult to hide the loneliness in her eyes.

When we reached the old pier, I noticed that there were white lanterns hanging on the wooden stakes on both sides of the pier.

There is also a white couplet on the wooden pillar, standing here, looking back, the whole wind and rain are immersed in sorrow.

"Sister, Doctor Cao, live there!" Du Xiaowei's words brought me back to my senses, and when I looked in the direction of her finger, what I saw was a lonely, but quite large courtyard.