village god stick small village doctor

Chapter 307
"Xiao Shan, don't you know how to heal diseases?"

Uncle Kun cast a suspicious look at Wu Xiaoshan.

No matter how you look at it, Wu Xiaoshan's attire has nothing to do with a doctor, not to mention that he is still so young, which is really unconvincing.

Wu Xiaoshan smiled modestly and said: "I have a family tradition of medicine, and I have a relatively good understanding of Chinese medicine."

"Chinese medicine..." Uncle Kun murmured, obviously he didn't really believe in Wu Xiaoshan's medical skills.

In fact, he can't be blamed, after all, he has been to every major hospital. Could it be that the hospital can't cure the disease, can Wu Xiaoshan, a young man, be cured?

After hesitating for a while, Uncle Kun forced a smile and waved at Wu Xiaoshan.

"Xiaoshan, I know you mean well, but my son's illness is really incurable."

"Uncle Kun, I understand how you feel. Your son's illness can't be cured by major hospitals. You don't want to bother me. Anyway, you have no other way now. It's better to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Let me try it." Woolen cloth?"

Although they met by chance, and Wu Xiaoshan and Uncle Kun didn't have any intersection, but just saw that there was a problem with Feng Shui in his family, and wanted to take this opportunity to verify his judgment and do a good deed by the way.

He said so, but Uncle Kun still hesitated.

"Don't worry, whether it can be cured or not, I won't charge you a penny."

When he said this, Uncle Kun immediately shook his head and said, "Xiaoshan, that's not what I mean. Uncle is not afraid of spending money, but the hospital... Forget it, what you said is right, there is no other way anyway, just Treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor."

In the end, Uncle Kun agreed, and Wu Xiaoshan breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, Wu Xiaoshan asked Uncle Kun about the situation in detail.

Knowing that his son is usually relatively calm, but at twelve o'clock at noon, he will become extremely manic, like a lunatic.

"Uncle Kun, to tell you the truth, I know some feng shui secrets. Your son's illness may be related to your family's feng shui."

Uncle Kun, who was about to ask Wu Xiaoshan how to treat him, was stunned when he heard him say this.

"Xiao Shan, why does this have something to do with Feng Shui?"

Wu Xiaoshan immediately explained: "It is reasonable to say that at twelve o'clock in the noon, that is the time when the yang energy is at its peak, and there should be no yin qi. But as the saying goes, everything must be reversed, at this time there will still be yin qi that breeds, and it will grow when the yang qi is at its peak. The Yin Qi coming out must be extremely vicious."

Listening to Wu Xiaoshan's explanation, Uncle Kun shook his head again and again: "Xiaoshan, what age is this, and you still believe in Fengjian superstition? It's okay to say that we old people believe in this, you are a young man, no Why believe in science and believe in this, I think it’s better to forget it!”

Originally, Uncle Kun had doubts about Wu Xiaoshan's medical skills, but now he doesn't believe what he said about Feng Shui.

Wu Xiaoshan also knew that it was difficult for people to believe what he said, but he still tried his best to persuade Uncle Kun to believe him.

"Uncle Kun, don't ask too much about this. Anyway, I still don't want a penny from you, just let me try it."

Uncle Kun was a little embarrassed, but he knew in his heart that Wu Xiaoshan was a good person.

Immediately, he gritted his teeth and nodded, "Okay, then you can try it."

"It's not yet twelve o'clock, take me to see your son." Wu Xiaoshan said immediately.

Since it was his son who got sick, all the problems must be related to his son. Let's see his son's condition first.

Uncle Kun nodded and led the way, leading Wu Xiaoshan to a room on the second floor.

The door was locked, apparently in fear of his son running out of the room.

"Open the door." Wu Xiaoshan gestured to Uncle Kun.

Uncle Kun hesitated for a moment, then took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.

The door opened, and Wu Xiaoshan immediately smelled a haze, mixed with a trace of stench.

"My son stays in the room all day and doesn't come out when it's convenient, so... it smells a bit bad." Uncle Kun said to Wu Xiaoshan with some embarrassment: "Xiaoshan, please forgive me."

Wu Xiaoshan nodded with a smile and didn't care about it.

In the dim room, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was sitting quietly on the bed. He didn't look like someone who could go crazy and hurt his mother.

But Wu Xiaoshan knew that the reason why the boy was quiet now was because it was not yet time for the onset of illness.

"Xiao Shan, why don't you just take a look here, if you go in, I'm afraid..."

Seeing that Wu Xiaoshan was about to go in, Uncle Kun said something worried.

Wu Xiaoshan nodded, and stood at the door to observe Uncle Kun's son and the situation inside the house.

At a glance, the boy's condition is not clear, but something in the room caught Wu Xiaoshan's attention.

"Uncle Kun, how long have you lived in this house?"

"It's been four or five years." Uncle Kun replied immediately.

Wu Xiaoshan couldn't help but frowned slightly, and then asked again: "Then your son was fine half a year ago?"

"Yes, half a year ago, nothing happened to our family." Uncle Kun immediately became sad again, and continued to tell Wu Xiaoshan: "Since my son was ill, my wife was injured by him and was hospitalized, and I was also injured by him. It was found to have a heart attack. Hey, what a fleeting time!"

Just when Wu Xiaoshan asked about Uncle Kun's situation, the boy in the room suddenly raised his head and stared at Wu Xiaoshan with his bloodshot eyes.

"roll!"

The boy gave Wu Xiaoshan a cold drink, his pale and gloomy cheeks made people frightened just looking at them.

When Uncle Kun heard this, he scolded immediately: "Why are you talking to the guests, you kid? Your brother Xiaoshan is here to help you see a doctor."

"Get out, I'm not sick."

The boy cried out hysterically.

Obviously, it will be twelve o'clock soon, and the boy is going to be ill.

Uncle Kun looked at his son with a look of resentment, but instead of scolding him, he reminded Wu Xiaoshan.

"Xiaoshan, I think we should go out, it will be twelve o'clock soon, and this kid is about to fall ill again."

Wu Xiaoshan's face was serious, and he didn't feel scared because of it. Instead, he pointed to a ceramic pen holder on the desk and asked solemnly, "Uncle Kun, what is that?"

"That...is a pen holder." Uncle Kun said after narrowing his eyes for a while.

When Wu Xiaoshan saw this pen holder just now, he felt strange.

In today's society, where people still use this thing, if they want to use it, it is only used by some elderly people who like calligraphy.

The child in front of him is a high school student, even if he uses a pen holder, he definitely uses a trendy style that is more popular at the moment.

"How did this pen holder come from?"

Seeing that something was wrong with this thing, Wu Xiaoshan immediately asked where it came from.

Uncle Kun frowned immediately, and after pondering for a while, he muttered: "I really don't know about this, it should be brought back by the child."

Wu Xiaoshan's eyes became serious, there must be something wrong with this pen holder!

(End of this chapter)