Under Shi Yishi's strong persuasion, Li Hua went with him to see Shi Zaitian again, and explained the reason why she didn't use the golden key to open the door.

Shi Zaitian sighed and said, I can't blame you, I can only tell you that there is only one last chance, otherwise my golden key will not be able to save you, and you will still dream of that scene tonight, before the lock is really rusted to death, you must open it.

Listening to Shi Zaitian's words, Li Hua nodded. Shi Qi, who accompanied her, said, remember? You have to turn on the lock that locked the black house in your dream. Li Hua touched a golden key hanging on her chest and made up her mind.

Sure enough, at night, she dreamed of the black house again, Li Hua didn't think much about it, bravely took out the golden key, and opened the rusty lock with a "bang", and the people inside desperately squeezed out.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a woman at the back of the crowd slowly walking towards the door, getting closer and closer. She felt that the woman was so familiar, as if it was herself, no! It's herself, she's unkempt, her eyes are glazed, and she's very thin and pitiful.

At the moment when the woman walked out of the black house, the black house suddenly collapsed, the sun poured down, and the dazzling light woke her up, and she was covered in a cold sweat.

At this time, Shi Zaitian's voice came - imprisoned others and imprisoned himself, locked the past and locked his own heart; The black house built up by resentment and trouble, only by opening the heart window to let the sunlight shine in, can it suddenly be opened.

Since then, Li Hua's illness has been completely cured. The whole person became bright, ruddy, and very beautiful.

When Shi Yishi and Li Hua found Shi Zaitian of L Provincial Medical University again, they did not look for him to see a doctor, but appeared in front of him as a couple of newcomers, and specially gave him a bag of candy.

Shi Zaitian looked at the radiant newlyweds and congratulated happily, and then stared at Li Hua and teased, is there a black house in your heart? Is there anyone there you hate? Do you want a golden key? Would you rather let them go?

Li Hua pursed her lips and smiled, and said in a low voice, there is no black house in my heart, and there is no one to hate. I have made my own golden key based on the golden key given to me by Professor Shi, opened the door of my heart, and lived calmly.

Shi Zaitian, who teaches at the university, used his spare time to cure many patients with incurable diseases who came to see him, and he did not charge a penny, which was a free clinic. In this way, he became famous and famous, and most of them praised him not only for his wonderful medical skills, but also for his noble medical ethics.

One day, a college student took his wife to Shi Zaitian for medical treatment. Shi Zaitian told the old man standing in front of him to put down the palm of his hand that had been holding his left eye down and let him observe. I saw that the old man's left eye was red and swollen, tears flowing, always half-closed, and he couldn't open it all. The old man said that there was a tingling sensation, as if he had been cone by something.

At this time, the college student said, my mother suffered from eye disease, went to several hospitals to see, prescribed ointment to touch badly, prescribed potion point is not good, and then look for a doctor, the doctor said, suspected cataract, to have surgery, but the cost is too high, our family is in the countryside, there is no money to pay, so I want to find Professor Shi, to see if there is a way to cure my mother's disease.

Shi Zaitian continued to observe the old man with his yin and yang eyes, and suddenly a thin and long-haired man in green clothes appeared in front of him.

Shi Zaitian could see it, but the college student and his mother couldn't. The man said to Shi Zaitian in a strange voice, Professor Shi, I am the bamboo god on the bamboo mountain in Haojiajia Village, Lava Town, Qingyun County, this province, and the folk are also called penny essence. Clearly told me that this old mother Gong's left eye was hurt by a spell I cast on her, and she will be blind soon.

Shi Zaitian asked the bamboo god, what do you have with the Gong family? The bamboo god replied that the Gong family went to Zhushan almost every day every winter to dig and dig bamboo shoots, that is, winter bamboo shoots, in addition to giving them to her son Hao Xing, who was studying in college, to eat, and selling more of them for money. In this way, in the spring, when the bamboo shoots should be taken on the bamboo mountain, the bamboo shoots are not seen, which seriously affects the ecology, so I have to teach her a lesson. Professor Shih, I advise you to leave this matter alone.

Shi Zaitian said, in this way, the bamboo god is punishing the Gong family? I think, she should be the only one who plows winter bamboo shoots on the bamboo mountain under your jurisdiction, why did she attack this old mother? The bamboo god said that she had the most winter bamboo shoots, and I punished her to set an example for her.

Is there a way to reconcile? Shi Zaitian asked.

Yes. After the bamboo god answered, he told the way to reconcile and immediately flashed away.

Shi Zaitian knew what to expect, so he asked Gong, do you often plank winter bamboo shoots on Zhushan in your hometown? Gong Shi, who raised his hand to cover his left eye, had not yet answered, Hao Xing grabbed the white, my mother often shaves winter bamboo shoots, does this have anything to do with eye pain?

Yes, there is quite a relationship, and that's why your mother has an eye disease. Hospitals can't cure it. Shi Zaitian said that the problem was very serious.

Is there a cure? Gong asked.

Yes, there are three things that your elderly family will do when they go back, and within half a month, you can ensure that your eye disease is completely recovered. Shi Zaitian said with certainty.

What are the three things? Professor Shi, you said I remember. Hao Xing took out a notebook and pen from the satchel he was carrying, and said very respectfully.

So, Shi Zaitian told him three things that Gong should do: first, remove the tip of the clothes penny in front of your house facing the railing of the bedroom window, and your mother's eye disease will slowly heal; Second, your mother should post at least 10 reviews of the harms of eating winter bamboo shoots in a conspicuous place with a lot of people; Third, after your mother's eye disease is first healed, she needs to watch the mountain and forest for three months, so that the eye disease will not recur.

After Hao Xing finished recording, he bowed to Shi Zaitian, and then read the recorded content to Gong, and asked, Mom, do you remember clearly? Gong nodded, and then said goodbye to Shi Zaitian with his son.

Hao Xing sent Gong back to his hometown, and when he went to the house, he saw that the tip of the clothes penny was facing the railing of the bedroom window, and he quickly removed it.

Gong said that she obviously felt that her left eye was not painful, and that her left eyeball seemed to be cone by some sharp object before, which was strangely uncomfortable, but now it is much more comfortable.

That night, the symptoms of tears in Gong's left eye disappeared. Before Hao Xing returned to school, she wrote a review book on behalf of her mother to review the harms of eating winter bamboo shoots, copied nine copies, and walked around the village with her mother to post them in ten conspicuous locations.

A week later, Gong's left eye was completely painless and returned to its previous bright and intact state. She was worried about the recurrence of her eye disease, so she did exactly what Shi Zaitian said, and went to the village to volunteer to watch the mountains and forests.

On the first day, she walked to the side of the mountain and met Fan Hui, a middle-aged man familiar with the neighboring village, who looked depressed, stretched out a pair of hands towards Gong, and ten fingers were crossed to see her, all of them were ulcerated and pus to varying degrees.

He said, Aunt Gong, my hands are rotten like this, I went to the dermatology department of the county people's hospital to see it, and I opened ointment to touch it, but I couldn't touch it well.

I heard that your left eye used to be cured everywhere, but then you found the university where your son studied, and was cured by a professor with magical powers, and it didn't cost money, is it true or false?

True, of course. If the professor hadn't treated me, I'd have gone blind in my left eye. When Gong said this, his tone was full of gratitude.

Is there such a good thing? Take me to the professor! Fan Hui said as she looked at his festering hands, feeling that there was hope for healing them.

I don't have time to take you there, I have to volunteer to watch the mountains and forests. You go to my son Hao Xing of Provincial Medical University alone! Let him take you to the professor. You should look for it in the next few days, it's not good to delay it for a long time, if you don't treat it quickly, these ten fingers will rot.

Fan Hui said "um", went home to prepare to wrap up, and put on gloves, so that others would not inadvertently see his festering and pus-bleeding hands and feel nauseous. Fan Hui took a car to the county seat overnight, and then took a train to the provincial capital, found Hao Xing of the provincial medical university, and he led the way to find Shi Zaitian.

Unexpectedly, Shi Zaitian saw him and didn't look at the bad hands, although he pulled the bad hands out of the canvas gloves for him to see, he also looked away.

Fan Hui thought to herself: You don't even look at my rotten hands, how can you treat it? He even thinks that the professor in front of him is vain and not pragmatic.

Shi Zaitian suddenly straightened his face, and asked him indignantly, did you tear something that shouldn't be torn?

No wow! Fan Hui raised her head and said with her eyes wide open.

Think about it again, did you tear something that shouldn't be torn? Shi Zaitian still repeated the meaning of that sentence.

I remembered that when I was a child, my academic performance was not good, and as soon as the teacher criticized me, I tore up the books in class. Fan Hui replied, but her heart was beating "suddenly".

Don't go too far, if you don't say it, I'll point it out. Shi Zaitian stretched out his hand and pointed at Hao Xing and said, Not long ago, his mother posted ten reviews inside and outside the village to review the harmful aspects of eating winter bamboo shoots, and you tore up nine copies. Do you have itchy claws? Tell you, a pair of rotten hands, that's the reason.

I'm sorry, I tore nine copies. I wanted to eat winter bamboo shoots and asked my son to go up the mountain to plan, but when my son saw that someone in the village had posted a review of the harm of eating winter bamboo shoots, he quit. For this reason, I tore nine copies in one go. When Fan Hui said this, she knelt down on one knee in front of Shi Zaitian and said, Professor Shi, please, cure me, I will never go up the mountain to cut winter bamboo shoots in the future.

Shi Zaitian said solemnly, you don't know, after you did something bad, you angered the mountain god, and the mountain god blew the poisonous gas on your hands, and asked you to pay the heavy price of rotting ten fingers, to see if you dare to destroy the ecology of the bamboo forest.

What to do? Professor Shi, I've been wrong, can I get help? Fan Hui trembled with fright, and her voice trembled.

You will be punished for copying and reviewing the harmful aspects of eating winter bamboo shoots in 100 copies, posting 100 copies, and volunteering to watch the mountains and forests for six months, and the ten festering fingers on these hands may be healed without medicine. Shi Zaitian said, put his hands on his back, turned around and continued, you don't have to kneel, go back and do what I said.

Uncle Fan. If you know your mistakes, you will change them, and the mountain god will forgive you. Hao Xing, who was watching and listening silently, spoke to him.

I will do so. Fan Hui put on a pair of gloves, got up and stood up straight, and went around to Shi Zaitian to say.

Shi Zaitian cured many patients with incurable diseases in the hospital, and his reputation was greatly enhanced.

There is a male brain cancer patient who is not an incurable disease, about 30 years old, born with a tiger brain, but the disease can be at an advanced stage, and he is already skinny. Of course, he didn't want to die, so he urged his family to accompany him to find Shi Zaitian.

As soon as he saw Shi Zaitian, he cried, saying that as long as Professor Shi cured his evil disease, he would be willing to be a cow and a horse for him all his life.

Shi Zaitian said that three years ago, he cured a terminal liver cancer patient, and he was still a rich woman with assets of 2 billion yuan, only 38 years old, she said that she did not want to die, and implored Professor Shi to treat her, no matter how much money she paid.

Shi Zaitian was very unhappy when he heard this, saying that he didn't take a penny for treating people, and he also fiercely accused her of having three major vices: first, she was irritable and often lost her temper at her mother, and even her mother dared to scold; the second is too extravagant and wasteful, tens of thousands of yuan a piece of brand-name clothes, wear a few days of boredom, and throw away as garbage; The third is that the obsession with dogs and horses can't extricate themselves, and the little white faces raised in major cities across the country have reached a platoon of people. Indulging herself like this, violating the ethics of the program, the heavens are angry, the people and gods are angry, and her death is not far away.

There is a saying that the wicked suffer from evil diseases. The rich woman realized that she was a wicked person, suffering from a vicious disease, and no amount of money could cure her. At this time, she repeatedly begged Shi Zaitian, saying that she was not old, she had not lived enough, she had a lot of money, she didn't want to die, and it was a pity to die. Shi Zaitian said, if you want to live, listen to me.