After a hurried breakfast with Joyce, and as I was about to go for discharge, she pulled me to the opposite room, and as she went, she said, "Hey, what's your name?" ”

I said something very domineering, "Everyone else calls me the Ninth Master." After saying this, I felt that my face was very hot, and I was ashamed, and I dared to call myself a master when I carried the coffin, so that others could hear it, and nine times out of ten I would laugh off my big teeth.

What I didn't expect was that she nodded seriously, shouted 'Ninth Master', and said, "Can you cure that sister?" ”

I was slightly stunned, shook my head, and nodded again, not knowing how to answer her question.

While talking, we have walked in, the mother and daughter are having a difficult conversation, after seeing me come in, it is still the same attitude as before, ignoring it, but the girl on the bed winked at me, which is considered to have said hello.

"Auntie, let me take a look! Our Phoenix Ancient City has a kind of Gu that has the effect of invigorating blood and veins on the limbs of the human body. Joyce walked up to the girl and said to the middle-aged woman.

As soon as she heard the words Phoenix Ancient City, the middle-aged woman was stunned, glanced at Joyce, and her expression shrank again, probably thinking in her heart, yesterday your grandmother said that she didn't get medical treatment, and you are so young, and there is no way to do it.

"Auntie, let me try! Maybe it really works? Joyce stood aside, persistently persuading.

The middle-aged woman shook her head and said, "In the past half a month, the Taoist priests and monks in our town who are a little famous have come to see it, and they all say that there is no cure, you two little dolls don't come to bother us, I am afraid that my daughter will be disappointed again and again, and she will lose the confidence to live." ”

What she said was not unreasonable, I could understand her, walked up to Joyce, patted her on the shoulder, and said angrily: "Don't embarrass Auntie, her words also make sense, we are too young, and there are many differences in Taoism and knowledge." ”

"But, my sister is so pitiful, just like when I was a child, lying on the bed and unable to move, this kind of taste is really uncomfortable, I want to help her, Ninth Master, please think of a way!" As she spoke, tears flowed down her cheeks.

Listening to this, I realized that it was no wonder that she was so keen to treat the girl, and she had a similar experience, but I had no way to save the girl, so I said to her: "Everyone's fate is different, since you can't resist fate, it's better to try to accept it, maybe you will find a different life." ”

These words were not only said to Joyce, but also to the girl on the bed, and even more to himself, people's fate is indeed like this, each is different, just live yourself.

For the girl on the hospital bed, I had compassion and wanted to save her, but her mother refused, I had no intention of saving her, I am not a saint, and I have no compassion for others, I am just a coffin bearer who lives at the bottom of society, after Guo Fatzi was beaten, the indifferent hearts around me made me know the cruelty of this society.

In this materialistic society, if you want to get what you want, you don't sit and wait for someone else's handout, but rely on your own efforts, I have asked once, for me, with a clear conscience, she refuses, that is her freedom. No matter how pitiful a person is, he cannot expect charity from others, and he must either rely on himself or learn to accept it, and do not complain about others.

"Let's go! They don't need us! My voice was a little indifferent, and I took Joyce and walked out the door, and my repeated refusal made me a little angry, and more importantly, I saw that the girl had no intention of survival.

"Nine... Nine... Nine... Master, for... Let me see! "I had just reached the door when the weak voice of the girl on the hospital bed came.

I stopped, turned my head, looked at the middle-aged woman, and asked, "What do you say?" ”

She nodded.

Many years later, I met a person, she asked me, if the girl didn't open her mouth to stay, would you stay, I replied lightly, no, she asked me the reason, I said, a person has no idea of survival, Da Luo Immortal can't be saved.

Seeing the middle-aged woman nodding, we walked in, and I asked her for the girl's birthday, and asked her about some things when she was a child.

She told me that Wang Jie was born on June 6, 86, when she was a child, she was not in good health, she had always been weak and sickly, and she never left her mouth every day, and she was cold all over her body in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

She also told me that when Wang Jie was born, the palm of her hand had a lifeline, and when she was six years old, she had a serious illness, and the lifeline slowly faded, and it was not until this time that the lifeline completely disappeared.

After listening to her story, I picked up Wang Jie's right hand and looked at it, the palm prints in her palm were very messy, vertical and horizontal, but the position of the lifeline was blank, and the palm prints around it were broken as soon as they reached the position of the lifeline.

I've seen a lot of people's palm prints, but I've never seen such strange palm prints, which don't look like they have in the world at all.

Then, I reached out and probed her chest, which was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without any beating, and even when I was breathing, there was no movement in my chest, which was strange.

"Wang Jie, I want to see your limbs, is that okay?" I frowned and glanced at the girl on the bed.

"Good!" She said very weakly, and she didn't know what she remembered, and her pale face showed a hint of crimson.

Lifting the quilt, Wang Jie was wearing a set of blue and white striped hospital gowns, I asked Joyce to help roll up her sleeves and trouser legs, we were shocked, what kind of limbs are these, the old skin is crawling with green tendons, one by one, very disgusting.

It is not at all like the limbs of a young girl, but the limbs of an octogenarian, and the skin around the green tendons is dull and not shiny at all.

"How so? Yesterday was fine! The middle-aged woman exclaimed in surprise, and then burst into tears.

"Don't cry, crying will save your daughter?" I yelled at the middle-aged woman, picked up Wang Jie's Wang Jie's arm, and touched it gently, and the skin was very cold and rough.

"How is it, is there salvation?" Joyce asked softly from the side.

"There is only one way, maybe it can make her situation better, whether it can be good or not, it depends on God's will." I replied lightly, I just touched Wang Jie's arm, which reminded me of an allusion recorded in the funeral scripture, which said that a man was in his thirties, unable to move his limbs, his skin was like an old man, his heartbeat was weak, and his pulse was weak.

And Wang Jie's situation is far beyond the man recorded in the funeral scripture, she has no heartbeat, life, or pulse, I don't have any confidence, I can only have the attitude of trying, that is, a dead horse is a live horse doctor.

"What's the solution?" Joyce asked the middle-aged woman hurriedly.

I glanced at them and spat out two words with a blank face, "Buried alive."