There are two suona in life, starting with Yuelao and ending with Meng Po.

I also have a suona that grows out of my body.

When I came out of my mother's womb, there was an extra sarcoma on the side of the little finger of my left hand, like a suona shape, but at first glance, it looked like an extra finger.

Especially when it shakes, it looks more like a discounted finger, which is very ugly.

The old people in the village said that women with six fingers were born with broken appearance and had a bad fate.

My grandmother listened to this and urged my parents to take me to the hospital, wanting to cut off the sarcoma while I was only five years old and young.

The operation went smoothly, but what no one expected was that the day after the operation, when the doctor came to check on my wound, he found that the sarcoma had returned!

At that time, the whole ward was amazed, especially the doctor who helped me with the operation.

He stared at my left hand carefully and took me for a check-up, but it turned out to be the sarcoma we all thought had been cut off.

It's still there.

So, I had a second surgery.

However, after surgery, sarcoma is still present.

The doctor couldn't explain it, guessed that it was another lesion, and suggested that we go to a larger hospital for examination.

So we had to be discharged.

After that, my parents took me to other hospitals to see me, but it was useless.

In the end, my grandmother slapped her thigh and said that since medicine doesn't work, let's try home remedies.

I didn't know what my grandmother's home remedies meant, but I knew that shortly after that day, my grandmother took me to meet someone.

It's an old man.

With a white beard and hair, and a pair of round glasses, he is the same as the fortune teller who sets up a stall outside, except for his age.

Before my grandmother could speak, the man said that there was a way to cut off my sarcoma and that it was no longer there.

Grandma was very happy and told the old man to hurry up.

The old man didn't hesitate, and he didn't make any bells and whistles, he just took off the gloves from my hands, held my left hand in the palm of his hand with both hands, muttered something silently in his mouth, and then took out a very small knife.

The knife was sterilized by the alcohol lamp, and slowly approached my hand.

I shrank in fear, but my grandmother held me down.

After the pain, the sarcoma falls off, just like the doctor cut during surgery.

The incision was not big, there was blood, and the old man gave me gauze and asked my grandmother to press it for me.

As for the sarcoma, the old man did not throw it away, but took out a yellow talisman, wrapped it, picked up a brush again, dipped it in cinnabar, drew a symbol on it, and then put it aside.

"That's it."

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master." Grandma nodded again and again, "As for this, this reward-"

"Someone has already paid for her, you can go back, if this sarcoma still grows, you can come and smash my shop."

"Thank you, thank you."

Grandma thanked me again and again, and then took me away.

Strange to say, a few days after I went back, this sarcoma did not grow again, but I had a fever for seven days in a row.

The cause of the fever is unknown, but doctors suspect that it may be related to an incision on the left hand.

Although the sarcoma is gone, the high fever for days is more harmful.

I was confused, I didn't know day or night, I just felt that the whole person was very uncomfortable, when it was cold, it would freeze me to death, and when it was hot, it would fry me.

Just when the water was hot, I saw again the old man who cut my sarcoma.