Taoist Live: Family members must believe in science

After Qu Qingfeng followed the young man into the villa, he couldn't help being taken aback by the scene in front of him, and secretly clicked his tongue.

The furniture is elegant and exquisite, but also comfortable. The porch and hall stretch to the north and south. Around the living room, there are low windows and hexagonal viewing bay windows, which ingeniously connect the indoors with the outdoors.

Not far away, there is a spiral staircase leading directly to the upper floor. The marble-paved steps are neat and clean without losing the atmosphere.

"Master Dao, this way please."

At this time, Wang Yong had already pushed back all his subordinates, bent slightly, and made a gesture of please.

The boy followed him through the hall, up to the second floor, and came to a simple door.

Before he opened the door, he heard coughing coming from inside.

The young man turned around and signaled Qu Qingfeng to wait for a while, then turned around and knocked on the door lightly.

"Is it Xiaoyong? The door is not locked, just come in."

A voice came from inside the room, saying.

Hearing this voice, Qu Qingfeng felt a little strange in his heart.

Logically speaking, people who have been infiltrated by evil spirits should not only have a big change in temperament, they should also be a little irritable and irritable.

But the voice just now, although very weak, was also very kind.

It doesn't look like a person who has been infiltrated by a demon at all.

After getting permission from the voice inside, Wang Yongcai gently turned the doorknob and opened the door.

Qu Qingfeng followed behind him and walked into the room slowly.

"Grandpa, are you feeling better?"

After entering the room, Wang Yong asked.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, only a bed, a few tables and a rocking chair.

At this time, the chair was moved to the front of the window, and an old man was lying on it basking in the sun.

Hearing the young man's question, the old man stood up from the chair.

The old man had a long snow-white beard, like an upside-down snow mountain.

A pair of eyebrows are like swords, and although the eyes are a little cloudy, there will still be a bright light in the eyes from time to time.

There was a kind smile on his face, and the tone of his speech made people feel like spring breeze.

But all around him, there was always a sharp spirit lingering.

Like a sword that has been on the battlefield for a long time, although it is rusty, it gives people a chill that dare not look directly at it.

"This little brother should be Daoist Qu, right?"

Seeing the old man mentioning himself, the young man hurriedly stepped forward and bowed his hands in salute.

"I am not talented, but I have met Mr. Wang."

With a smile on his face, Mr. Wang looked Qu Qingfeng up and down, and nodded slightly.

He took a step forward, and just as he was about to speak, a painful expression suddenly appeared on his face.

Beads of sweat appeared on the old man's forehead, and his breathing became a little short.

Seeing his grandfather like this, Wang Yongyi hurriedly took a step forward, stretched out his hands, and helped the old man.

"Grandpa, why don't you go back to bed and lie down, your body..."

Before the young man finished speaking, the old man waved at him and interrupted him.

"I know my own body, and I'm afraid I won't live long. It's better to get out of bed and walk more while I still have strength."

Hearing Grandpa's words, the young man frowned slightly, and gave two soft poohs.

"Grandpa, don't talk nonsense, you will surely live a long life."

The old man patted the young man on the shoulder lightly, with a kind smile on his face.

Seemingly a little happy, he responded with a smile twice.

Standing aside, Qu Qingfeng carefully observed the old man.

He found that the old man was conscious, and there was no black air between his brows.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be impossible to even get out of bed.

There was some doubt in the young man's heart. The old man might not have been entered by a demon, or there might be some hidden wound on his body.

But he didn't dare to jump to conclusions before the old man was checked.

"Old man, can you please sit over there and let me check for you."

Qu Qingfeng pointed to the small bed and said very respectfully.

Mr. Wang nodded, and sat down beside the bed as he said.

After the old man sat down, the young man walked up to him and took his pulse for diagnosis and treatment.

Qu Qingfeng put his hand gently on the old man's wrist, and his eyes stayed on the old man's face.

Although the old man's pulse condition was weak, it was very stable, and he didn't feel that the pulse condition was chaotic and unstable when any evil spirits entered his body.

Up to now, the young man has basically confirmed that the old man in front of him is definitely not infiltrated by evil spirits.

It is more likely that the hidden wounds left before have accumulated up to now and broke out together.

"Daozhang, how is my grandfather?"

Seeing that Qu Qingfeng had been silent all this time, Wang Yong was also a little anxious, so he hurriedly asked.

Only then did Qu Qingfeng withdraw his hand, nodded to the old man with a smile, and called the young man out of the room.

After the two of them left the room, the boy told Wang Yong that his grandfather hadn't been infiltrated by evil spirits, but just a general intractable disease.

He asked the young man to think carefully, was the old man ever injured when he was young?
"To tell you the truth, since my great-grandfather's generation, our royal family has served in the army for three generations."

"My grandfather was even the leader of the regiment. If he was injured, it would be unreasonable."

After listening to the young man's words, the young man couldn't help frowning slightly.

The old man used to be a soldier, so it is not difficult to explain why he is always surrounded by a rush of vigor.

But this also brought great inconvenience to Qu Qingfeng's treatment.

Soldiers have been in the army for a lifetime, and injuries are commonplace. The scars on the body are a symbol of the glory of soldiers.

The boy couldn't tell exactly which injury caused the old man to become like this.

The cause is unknown, and treatment is out of the question.

Seeing Qu Qingfeng frowning, the young man was very anxious, and wanted to ask, but he was afraid of disturbing Qu Qingfeng's thinking, so he could only stand aside and scratch his head.

After thinking for a while, the boy turned around and said to Wang Yong beside him.

"Mr. Wang, your grandfather's illness is not caused by evil spirits entering the body."

As soon as he heard Qu Qingfeng say this, the young man immediately became a little anxious, and immediately wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Qu Qingfeng.

"Since I've come here, I won't sit idly by."

"But I have to remind you in advance that I can only do my best, and I cannot guarantee that the old man will be cured."

When Wang Yong heard that things had turned around, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He hastily expressed to Qu Qingfeng, let him do whatever he wants, no matter whether the old man can be cured or not, the Wang family will definitely be grateful.

The boy nodded, without speaking, turned around and returned to the room.

He let the old man lie on the bed first, and then put his hand on the old man's forehead