Professor Bayala was also exhausted for days and had already fallen asleep. He had woken up again after less than two hours.

"Here help me change the dressings, and tie the gauze on my back tightly!"

"What are you going to do again? Are you going to go out to cause trouble again? No, you can't walk around now. If you get infected again, I can't save you!" Professor Bayala rubbed his eyes, put on his glasses and scolded him.

"I'm going to leave for at least five days! I'll ask you in these five days! I've booked this hospital, I'll pay for how much it costs!"

Professor Bayala knew that he could not control the child. He had grown up and his wings became hard. He had to return the medicine on his back first, tied it tightly with gauze, and then gave him some painkillers, and told him not to do too big moves to break the wound.

This kid always leaves whenever he wants, and no one can stop him. He changed his clothes and rushed out of the hospital without even taking food and drink.

At the entrance of the hospital, Yun Qiang was sitting on the steps and smoking, and felt a gust of wind blowing behind him. He turned around and saw Wushuang rushed out in a hurry.

"Mr. Where are you going? Hey?... are you waiting for me? You guys, come with me!"

It was already sunset, and there was a vast scene on the prairie. The man dragged his body with fatigue and scars on his body again. He wanted to go against the god of death, and he wanted to take his good sister back from the god of death.

"My master, where are we going?"

"Bayanwula Mountain!" Wushuang rode his horse on the vast grassland, and there was no sign that he was a seriously injured patient.

"Ah? That place...that place has been a desperate situation since ancient times? No one has ever walked out alive! I heard that there seemed to be a temple inside, but the monks in the temple never came out of the mountain in their lifetime, and no one knows what the scene is inside." He is a Mongolian and knows the danger of Bayanwula Mountain.

"That's because I didn't go! There are exceptions when I go! Don't be too lazy, you have to get out of here and there is no one to accompany me."

Everyone knows that Wushuang's mouth is broken. However, although Wushuang's words are unpleasant and harsh, they are not really trying to drive Yun Qiang away. Now Yun Qiang is the only one left by his side. He is sick and tired, and he needs such a person to protect him. Of course, Wushuang trusts Yun Qiang and says that, and does not regard him as an outsider. His loyalty no longer needs to be proved.

In the ward, the witch doctor Hai Rigu was dancing a strange dance. He kept shaking his waist, and the strings of copper bells hanging on his waist sounded a strange rhythm. While he was dancing, he sang melodies that no one could understand, babbling.

With a plop, his body fell heavily. Outside the door, Professor Bayara and Monalou looked through the glass window with fear.

"His he fainted?" Professor Monalou saw someone as a great god for the first time.

"No, this is the shaman doctor doing a psychic ritual," said Professor Bayara.

After a while, Hai Rigu's body began to shake violently, and white foam appeared on the corners of his mouth. He suddenly opened his eyes, with an evil spirit flashing in his eyes. He... he didn't even roll his eyes!

"What are you looking at?" Toya went to the street to buy a new outfit for Ma Ya and just came back. When he saw two old men lying in front of the ward, he asked curiously.

"Don't look!" Professor Bayala drove them away. The witch doctors are forbidden to watch. No matter the ghosts or gods and Buddhas who are attracted, they are not allowed to be peeped, otherwise they will easily be backfired. Professor Bayala has studied many Northern Hu cultures and also understood their taboos.

The ancient man Hairi approached Ma Ya's bedside step by step like a demon, then leaned over and blew gently into Ma Ya's mouth. Then his body shivered and leaned over.

This is a breath of evil spirit, using evil to suppress evil. The one who came to him just now was not serious. The witch doctor asked the gods to say it nicely, but I am afraid that it would be impossible to say whether the gods could be invited once in a lifetime. Most of them are lonely ghosts who are unsupported.

He gasped heavily, his face pale. As the witch doctor grew older, the skills he consumed to ask the gods to the upper body became bigger and bigger. This time he invited the upper body was an old ghost over two hundred years old. As a bargaining chip, Eagle Master was willing to offer him his ten years of cultivation to exchange for Ma Ya for a few more days of yang energy.

"Girl, you must hold on! We have done everything we should do for you, don't let him down! The rest depends on your own willpower, and no one can help you." Master Ying lay down in Ma Ya's ear and said softly.

Ma Ya did not respond, but she still lay quietly on the hospital bed. However, after Master Ying said something just now, her fingers shook suddenly, and then she returned to her death.

"How is she?" Professor Monalou asked Master Ying outside the ward.

It is hard to imagine what kind of scene this is. A country's medical worker and an authority in the medical field actually discussed the condition with a shaman. Of course, he was a Manchu. Manchus and Mongols have many similarities in faith. Manchus also have shamans, their witch doctors, and even Professor Bayala would also play a great god, but it was still far behind the orthodox descendants of the Shentuomen.

"I have been living for her for a few more days, but I am not optimistic. This girl..." He looked around and knew that talking about these in the hospital was an insult to modern medicine, but the entire hospital was taken away by Wushuang. Except for a few nurses, there were no outsiders.

"Please say it, don't hide anything from me, you and I are old acquaintances." Professor Bayara also met this Eagle when she was young, and had a dispute with him because of some strange means of the shaman witch doctor, because the methods of the witch doctor completely violate modern medical theories.

"Does the professor hope the young master will save her?"

"Is this a thing more important? Master Ying should have seen that this girl is the closest person to that boy, and she is likely to become the wife of the Dong family in the future!"

"Haha... I don't think so." Although the witch doctor shaman does not master the divination technique like the descendants of the Golden Dot, the shaman can see clearly the past and present lives of people. All good and evil fates cannot escape their wisdom eyes.

"Oh? What do you mean by this? I think Gemini is very fond of her."

Master Ying said that everything is related to a cycle of cause and effect. This girl met the young master repeatedly in this life because of a bad fate between the two people in the previous life. If the young master retrieved the Red Ripe King and saved her this time, the two people's debts would be paid off and they would not owe each other. Since the debts were paid, how could they have a fate?
Chapter completed!