My master is invincible

Chapter 54

I had a hasty breakfast with Joyce, and I was going to go to the discharge operation. She dragged me to the opposite ward, and said, "Hello, what's your name?"

I said a very domineering sentence, "Everyone calls me Jiuye." After saying this, I felt my face was hot, and I was ashamed. Even if I carried the coffin, I dared to call myself Lord, and let others hear me. Most of the time, I will laugh my teeth out.

What I didn't expect was that she nodded seriously, called 'Jiuye', and said, "Can you cure that sister?"

I was taken aback for a moment, shook my head, and nodded again, not knowing how to answer her question.

While we were talking, we had already walked in, and the mother and daughter were having a difficult conversation. When they saw me coming in, they still had the same attitude as before, ignoring me, but the girl on the bed winked at me, as a greeting .

"Auntie, let me take a look! There is a kind of Gu in the ancient city of Fenghuang that has the effect of invigorating blood and unblocking the limbs." Joyce walked to the girl and said to the middle-aged woman.

Upon hearing the words Fenghuang Ancient City, the middle-aged woman was taken aback. She glanced at Joyce, and her expression shrank again. She was probably thinking in her heart that yesterday your grandma said that she had no medical treatment. You are so young. , there is no other way.

"Auntie, let me try it! Maybe it will really work?" Joyce stood aside, persistently persuading.

The middle-aged woman shook her head and said: "In the past half a month, some well-known Taoist priests and monks in our town have come to see it, and they all said that there is no cure, so don't bother us, you two little children. I'm afraid that my daughter's disappointment will lose her confidence in living."

What she said was not unreasonable. I could understand her. I walked up to Joyce, patted her on the shoulder lightly, and said angrily, "Don't embarrass Auntie. Her words are also reasonable. We are too young." , There is a lot of difference between people in terms of Taoism and knowledge."

"But, my sister is so pitiful. It's the same as when I was a child. Lying on the bed and not being able to move, this feeling is really uncomfortable. I want to help her, Master Jiu, please think of a way!" As she spoke, tears burst into tears. flowed down.

Hearing this, I finally understood, no wonder she was so keen on treating that girl, she had a similar experience before, but I couldn't do anything to help that girl, so I said to her: "Everyone's fate is different, since If you can’t defy your fate, you might as well try to accept it, and maybe you will find a different life.”

These words are not only for Joyce, but also for the girl on the bed, and even more for myself, the fate of people is indeed like this, each has its own differences, just live well.

For the girl on the hospital bed, I had compassion and wanted to save her, but her mother refused, so I had no intention of saving her. I am not a saint, nor do I have compassion, I am just a living After Fatty Guo, the coffin bearer at the bottom of the society, was beaten, the indifferent people around him let me know the cruelty of this society.

In this materialistic society, if you want to get what you want, you don't just sit and wait for other people's handouts, but work hard on your own. I have asked once, and for me, I have a clear conscience. She refuses, that's her freedom of.No matter how pitiful a person is, he cannot expect others to give him alms. People must either rely on themselves, or learn to accept, and don't blame others.

"Let's go! They don't need us!" My voice was a little cold, and I pulled Joyce and walked out the door. The repeated rejection made me feel a little angry, and more importantly, I don't think the girl survived. idea.

"Nine...nine...Nine...Master, take a look for... me!" I just walked to the door when the weak voice of the girl on the hospital bed came.

I stopped, turned my head, looked at the middle-aged woman, and asked, "What do you say?"

She nodded.

Many years later, I met a person by chance. She asked me, if the girl hadn’t asked to stay, would you have stayed? Thought, Da Luo God can't save it.

Seeing the middle-aged woman nodding, we walked in, and I asked her for the girl's birth date, and some things about her childhood.

She told me that Wang Jie was born on June 86, 6. She was in poor health when she was a child.

She also told me that when Wang Jie was born, there was a lifeline in the palm of her hand. When she was six years old, she had a serious illness, and the lifeline gradually faded away. It was not until this time that the lifeline completely disappeared.

After listening to her story, I picked up Wang Jie's right hand and looked at it. The palm lines on her palm were messy, criss-crossing, except for the position of the life line, which was blank. The surrounding palm lines would break when they reached the position of the life line. up.

I have seen the palm prints of many people, but I have never seen such a strange palm print. This kind of palm print does not seem to exist in the world at all.

Then, I stretched out my hand to probe her chest, it was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without any jumping, even when breathing, there was no movement in her chest, it was so strange.

"Wang Jie, I want to see your limbs, can I?" I frowned and glanced at the girl on the bed.

"Okay!" She said very weakly, and she didn't know what to think of, and a blush appeared on her pale face.

Lifting the quilt, Wang Jie was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown. I asked Joyce to roll up her sleeves and trouser legs. We were shocked. What kind of limbs and old skin are these? It is covered with blue veins, one by one, which is very disgusting.

It is not like the limbs of young girls at all, but the limbs of an old man in his eighties. The skin around the veins is dull and lacks luster.

"How did this happen? It was fine yesterday!" The middle-aged woman exclaimed from the side, and then burst into tears.

"Don't cry, crying can save your daughter?" I yelled at the middle-aged woman, picked up Wang Jie's arm, and touched it lightly. The skin was very cold and rough.

"How is it? Are you saved?" Joyce asked softly from the side.

"There is only one way, which may make her situation better. Whether it can be better or not depends on God's will." I replied lightly. I touched Wang Jie's arm just now, which reminded me of an allusion recorded in the funeral scriptures, that The allusion is that a man in his thirties could not move his limbs, his skin was like an old man, his heartbeat was weak, and his pulse was weak. After using this method, although his limbs were not completely cured, he was able to walk with crutches.

But Wang Jie's situation is far beyond that of the man recorded in the funeral scriptures. She has no heartbeat, life, or pulse. I don't have any confidence. I can only hold the attitude of trying. .

"What way?" Joyce asked the middle-aged woman hurriedly.

I took a look at them, and said two words expressionlessly, "living burial".

(End of this chapter)