"Is it because she was injured before?" Jiang Jiang asked, as far as she knew, most of the people who became vegetative people had suffered trauma, especially a heavy blow to the brain, before they became vegetative.

"Not really." The boy shook his head and said, "She didn't suffer any injuries, he was fine that day, but he never woke up after taking a nap." ”

"So you checked her pulse, did you find any abnormalities in her pulse?" Jiang Jiang asked again.

Although Chinese medicine is not like Western medicine, it can be judged by instruments, but if it is a smart Chinese medicine, it can also be detected by cutting the pulse.

"It's strange to blame on this, I have checked her pulse countless times, including other doctors, and they all said that her body is fine, but she just won't wake up." The boy said in a sad tone: "So we are all helpless. ”

"That's too weird," Jiang Jiang stopped listening, and felt incredible: "So has someone around her always been serving?" ”

Jiang Jiang remembered that she once saw such a news: there was a girl who had been in a coma, and her family thought she was seriously ill, but no matter how she was diagnosed and treated, she could not see any abnormalities in her body. Later, it was discovered that the girl only pretended to sleep when there was no one in the house, and when there was no one in the house, she would get up and eat herself.

In the end, the diagnosis given by the expert was that the girl had hysteria, a mental and psychological disease, so her body was not abnormal, but her behavior was very strange.

"Since she got sick, she has been accompanied by someone for seven or eight years, and she never dares to leave," said the hanging pot boy, "and my mother said that she was afraid that if she woke up and saw no one around her, she would be afraid." ”

This possibility was also ruled out, so Jiang Jiang whispered: "Then have you asked a senior monk or mage to take a look, did you provoke evil spirits?" ”

The previous possibilities have been denied, so there is only this impossible possibility left, Jiang Jiang has always believed that the natural rush to the doctor is urgent, and the dead horse has the right to be a live horse doctor.

Since the serious doctor doesn't see it well, you might as well ask for help from outsiders.

"What you said, our family naturally thought of it," the hanging pot boy shook his head with a wry smile and said: "I invited two eminent monks, but they all shook their heads when they saw it, only saying that the time has not yet come, and the heavenly opportunity must not be revealed." In addition, there are some people who open altars, but to no avail. ”

"Oh my God, that's an incurable disease." Jiang Jiang only felt a headache: "Then haven't you encountered a case with a similar condition to her for so many years?" ”

"No, the reason why I give free clinics every month is to be able to improve my medical skills, and secondly, if there are cases similar to hers among these people, maybe there will be a breakthrough. But there have been so many years," said the hanging pot boy, and sighed deeply: "The reason why my mother believes in Buddhism is also directly related to this matter, she goes to the Buddhist hall every morning and evening to pray, hoping that the Buddha can hear her prayers and let her sister wake up earlier." ”

"No wonder you're so distressed, this thing really seems like an unsolvable puzzle." Jiang Jiang said sympathetically.

"By the way, the abbot master of Xuandu Temple, who has passed away, once left two sentences: The bell solver has not arrived, and everyone will wait." The boy said: "But when the bell solver will arrive, who is the bell solver, none of this is clear." ”

"Oh my God, this is too mysterious!" Jiang Jiang held his face and exclaimed, "It's like a fantasy." ”

"That's why I want to prepare a gift for her on my mother's birthday, so that she can be happy," said the boy with a sigh, "Although my mother usually looks dignified and dignified, I know that she has always been bitter in her heart. ”

"Don't you have any other siblings?" Jiang Jiang asked.

"Well, I have an older brother, but he doesn't live with us." Said the hanging pot boy.

"Oh, it turns out that he has already split up and passed away, so I think he must have already started a family!" Jiang Jiang nodded and said.

The boy didn't answer this sentence, but diverted the topic without a trace: "You need so many props for this dance you want to choreograph, why do I look like these things you painted look like Buddhism?" ”

"That's right," Jiang Jiang said with a smile: "The name of this dance is "Thousand Hands Guanyin", which is naturally related to Buddhism. ”

"So that's the case, that's really good," the hanging pot boy said sincerely: "It is said that Guanyin Bodhisattva, a thousand hands and a thousand eyes, great compassion, and responsiveness." Mother usually worships Guanyin Bodhisattva the most, and this gift is really sent to her heart. ”

"After these props are painted, you find someone to do it, and then you have to find a few musicians, I have to hand over the music to them, and then I have to organize hundreds of people, from the standing, positioning and basic movements to practice qi, it will take at least half a month to basically take shape." Jiang Jiang muttered: "Of course, you also have to find a famous painter to paint a statue of Guanyin." In this way, at the end of the dance, you are responsible for touching this portrait of Guanyin and handing it to your mother, and the whole show is over. ”

Jiang Jiang is here to wholeheartedly prepare birthday gifts for the hanging pot boy, because she can only stay in the backyard of the Yunyang Medical Center now, so she doesn't know what is happening outside, and of course she can't hear that the current mother of the country will celebrate her fiftieth birthday next month.

"You've bothered a lot about this," the boy sincerely thanked, "You are really a thoughtful person." ”

"Don't praise me so much, you help me so much, I don't even know how to thank you." Jiang Jiang hurriedly waved his hand, he was just picking up ready-made, thanks to the Spring Festival Gala in Greater China.

"We should be friends now, right?" The boy asked, "Do you need to be so clear between friends?" ”

"I didn't think to settle it with you," Jiang Jiang said with a smile, "I have repeatedly thanked you for my little help." ”

The boy who said the hanging pot also laughed.

"Well, we'll be thankful to each other from then on." The boy of the hanging pot said seriously: "Letters between friends come first, and if you have something to ask me in the future, just ask." As long as I can, I will never refuse. ”

"You are the same for me," Jiang Jiang listened to his words and was deeply moved: "If you want me to do something directly, it means that I don't even ask the reason." ”

"In a word." The boy stretched out his left palm.

"It's hard to chase a horse!" Jiang Jiang raised his right hand and struck it.

"We decided so happily!" After the high-five, Jiang Jiang said happily, but she didn't notice the slightly dodgy eyes of the hanging pot boy.