The message sent by Zhang Yunhao surprised me, I had some scruples at first, but now that I heard him say this, I think it is even more weird.

Mr. Qian suddenly slowed down and walked side by side with me. He glanced at my phone intentionally or unintentionally, and asked lightly, "Mr. Yang, are you still in trouble?" "I really want to say, yes, yes, I have something very important to do, and now I have to leave! However, I'm not that kind of person, my personality determines that I sometimes like duplicity, I said it's okay, let's go see the patient first, and put away my phone as I talked.

"It is my wife who is sick," said Mr. Qian, "she has always been frail and sickly, and her body is very weak, and she has been staying at home, and she has invited many doctors to see her, but she has not been cured, so I would like to invite you to come and see her." ”

The doubts in my heart became heavier and heavier, so I mustered up the courage to simply stand still, looked at Mr. Qian and asked, "Mr. Qian, I have a question for you." Mr. Qian stopped, looked at me with a little surprise and said, "You ask." I asked him, how did he find out that I was a doctor? Mr. Qian smiled and said, "I learned it from Niuniu." Niu Niu and Fan Gongzi went to Panlong Mountain, saying that you were talking to the air, and also said that you were treating someone, and the younger brother said that it is estimated that you are treating ghosts, and anyone who can cure ghosts will be skilled, and my wife's illness will not be cured for a long time, I think it is better for you to come and see. ”

I see!

I thought a lot about it now, why did Niuniu call that girl to ask me for my mobile phone number, it turned out to be Mr. Qian's meaning.

The reason why Niuniu told this to Mr. Qian was because she was very angry the night she came back from Panlong Mountain, and Mr. Qian asked her why she came back so late, so she told him about Panlong Mountain, and also called me a psychopath...... These were also learned by Niu Niu personally when she told me personally. Of course, that's an afterthought.

Mr. Qian stared at me again and asked, "Does Dr. Yang really treat ghosts?" I asked him, are there ghosts in this world? Mr. Qian shook his head and said that he had never heard of or seen ghosts in his more than 20 years of archaeology, and his wife had been sick for so many years, and he had never thought that it would be related to ghosts.

I didn't expect him to be able to archaeology, is he an archaeologist?

I said, in that case, why did you call me? Mr. Qian sighed: "I have no choice, I have not been cured for so long, I only have a live horse as a dead horse doctor, I hope to borrow your rejuvenation magic hand to cure my wife's stubborn disease." ”

It turned out that he just told me to try.

I asked him what kind of disease his wife had, and what disease could not be cured now that medicine was so advanced. Mr. Qian said with a heavy face, he didn't know what the disease was, and even many medical experts were helpless, and he couldn't say that he was ugly. I asked him what his wife's symptoms were, and Mr. Qian said: "I don't have any strength in my body, I can't get out of bed, and I can't see the sun, I saw her fall asleep that day, and I wanted to take her out to bask in the sun, but when I touched the sun, she smoked on her body, like pouring sulfuric acid, and the wound is still ......" Speaking of this, Mr. Qian looked sad, which shows that he blames himself very much, and he loves his wife very much.

As we spoke, we came to a small pavilion, which was only one storey, made entirely of wooden blocks, similar to some of our houses in the countryside, and the whole house was square in shape, which at first glance looked like a coffin. I think the rich people now are different, like to go back to the ancients, the pursuit of the original ecology, in the villa also build Nanzhu tea pavilion, wooden pavilions, as Zhang Yunhao said, rich is capricious.

Mr. Qian gently pushed the door open and said that his wife was in it.

As soon as I reached the door, I shuddered when a cold air rushed towards me. Mr. Qian looked back at me, saw that I looked weird, and forced a smile: "My wife doesn't like to be too hot, so I turn on the air conditioner for her here all year round." "I looked inside a wall and sure enough, there was an air conditioner.

The room was very basic, except for an old-fashioned wooden bed, a square table, and nothing else, not even the dressing table necessary for women. I guess that's too simple, it's like a home, and the places we rent are ten times better than that! People have been sick for so many years, you have to put a TV here for people to watch, maybe put on a few music, is it difficult to let the patient sleep in bed all the time? It's no wonder if you don't get sick all the time, even healthy people will get sick if they stay in this environment for a long time.

Of course, I didn't say these words, Mr. Qian arranged it like this, there will always be a reason for him, I can't be abrupt as an outsider, otherwise it will make people feel too talkative.

Mr. Qian led me to the bed, and when I looked at the bed, there was a woman under the white quilt, and when I saw her, I almost screamed in fright. How to say it, the white quilt is white enough, and this woman's face is whiter than the white quilt! It can be said that her face is as white as paper!

How can there be such a person? I can't think of any other situation than with albinism and death.

Mr. Qian stepped forward and pulled the quilt, looked at his wife affectionately, and said softly, "Shuyun, Dr. Yang has come to see you." This woman named Shuyun was asleep with her eyes closed, but then she opened her eyes slightly and looked at me, and said softly: "It's useless, I can't cure this disease." ”

Her voice was so thin and weak that she couldn't hear it unless she listened carefully.

Mr. Qian immediately comforted his wife, and swore that he must cure her illness, I looked sad on the sidelines, and felt that Mr. Qian was a real man, because he loved his wife, he was very rich, and his wife could not afford to be sick for a long time, not only did he not abandon her, but his feelings for her have not changed, this kind of love and heart, very great, made me awe-inspired.

I stepped forward and said let me see, Mr. Qian slowly stood up and said please, I walked to the bed and asked the lady if she would mind me taking her pulse? Actually, I wanted to test her body temperature, to see if she had a heartbeat, and like she was so pale and afraid of the sun, I immediately thought of a kind of monster: vampires. And Zhang Yunhao sent me that damn message again, I thought to myself, if this woman is a vampire, then the blood of the girl who died tragically was sucked out of that may make sense, because vampires live on blood.

Of course, this possibility is very rare, and a rich person like Mr. Qian wants what he doesn't want? It's easy to ask for blood, so there is no need for him to kill, and Shuyun is so sick that his whole body is weak, and it is impossible for him to go out and suck human blood by himself.

Shuyun replied softly, "Okay, I'm sorry for you." And he stretched out his hand. I found that her hands were also white, so to speak, and she was almost bloodless all over!

I hesitated for a moment, learning from Lang Zhong's pulse in the movie, and put my hand on Shuyun's wrist, just touched her, my hand almost bounced back, it was too cold! It's the same as my Yin-Yang Knife!

How can it be so icy? Could it be a bed of ice? Even an ice sculpture is nothing more than that, and her body temperature is so low, can she stand it?

I took her pulse carefully and found that it was pulsating, but very slowly. I tentatively asked, "Don't you feel cold?" She replied softly, "It's not cold." Then he said, "Get used to it." I stood up and glanced at Mr. Qian, who was looking at me expectantly, and I suddenly wondered, could she be a ghost?

From the female ghost in red and He Shuo, the son of the water saint, I know that the ghost is cold all over and his skin is bloodless, and this woman named Shuyun is also afraid of the sun, which is very consistent with the characteristics of the ghost.

I looked at the chandelier on my head, it was a Tiffany chandelier, it was beautiful, but it was not too bright, and I said to Mr. Qian that it was not yet possible to determine what kind of illness his wife had, and that she had to get up and walk around to show me.

This is a bit difficult for a strong man, but I didn't expect Mr. Qian to agree, and helped his wife up from the bed and helped her out of bed.

Actually, I wanted to see if Shuyun had a shadow.

Through the dim light, I found that there were two black shadows on the ground, one was Mr. Qian's and the other was Shuyun's, and the two figures intersected together, which seemed particularly intimate.

It's just a little strange that Shuyun's body is very slender, it can be said that she is as thin as wood, but her shadow is not thin.

Of course, this shadow has something to do with light, and I don't know much about it, so I don't think about it, so I say okay, please go back to bed.

When she was about to lie down, Shuyun suddenly groaned, her eyebrows furrowed, Mr. Qian hurriedly asked her what was wrong, and she said bitterly: "You hurt me." Mr. Qian hurriedly asked where it was, and Shuyun said legs. Mr. Qian hurried to see her pain, and I realized that both of her insteps were black, as if they had been coated with ink. I remembered that Mr. Qian said that he once took his wife out to bask in the sun, and as a result, he injured his wife, and it is estimated that there was the injury.

Could it be that he was hurt by the sun?

I said let me see the foot injury, Mr. Qian turned sideways, I stepped forward to look at Shuyun's instep, and my heart suddenly sank, this injury is exactly the same as the injury on the back shoulder of the female ghost in red!