"Then there's nothing we can do?" I asked.【ka"/

"If you really want to cure it, there is a way. Just like what the child's parents said, it is to take him to a very cloudy place during a cloudy time and a cloudy day, and put him on a rock overnight. Let the nearby ghosts eat his body.

It's the fault of the evil spirit in there. If he survives the next day, the child will probably be an idiot."

My brother and I returned to the room, took a shower, changed clothes and lay on the bed. Thinking about the child, our hearts became heavy. We told my brother a lot about things that happened when we were happy and young. When my baby was born,

The cry was very loud and powerful. The child just now was really soft and his cry was like a kitten. It was so pitiful.

But it was already three o'clock in the morning, so we had no choice but to go to bed first.

The next morning, my parents came over. They brought two little pig bellies. When we got up, my aunt had already cleaned the house, and the dirty clothes of the four of us had been washed and dried. I

Dad also made some belly porridge and dried it on the table for us.

Here, if a child wets the bed, we will give it to him. Although my baby doesn’t wet the bed a lot, he still treats it as something delicious. I have eaten several bowls of it. It’s sweet! It’s fragrant! It’s smooth!

My mother was sitting on the sofa, feeding my baby, and scolding me, saying that we just knew how to play, and went to the ktv every three days.

The place now is very messy, with everything here and there.

My mother has reached menopause, and she talks more and nags more. When an old person reaches this age, children should be more considerate. My method is that when she nags me, she goes in one ear and comes out the other.

When she wants to scold me, I just laugh and hold out my hand to avoid hitting the smiling person. She forgets things easily. If she says something a dozen times, I just say "yes" over and over again. Anyway, she just likes to talk, so I tell her, "Don't hit her."

Cut her off.

This is my experience. You can share it with everyone. Don’t contradict your parents. Elderly people at this time are very stubborn.

As we talked, my mother told me that when I was a child, I was only four pounds and two ounces. I thought I would not be able to survive. I finally survived and it was hard to take care of me. Oh, she can really talk.

.When I had trouble taking care of her, I heard her talk about it from childhood to adulthood. As soon as I stopped hearing about it, she would talk to me about it.

I held the bowl and asked: "Mom, have you heard of any newborn children with ghost-faced tumors?" Although my mother doesn't believe this, she has to believe in the gossip level of women when they reach this age. Just like my mother, if

If this had happened in their factory, she would definitely remember it and recount it vividly.

Then just as I expected, and beyond everyone's expectation, I heard the following words from my mother.

"Yes. The Mengmeng who is a few months younger than you is the one who is still studying abroad. When his father was the factory director, he looked down on your father. Your grades are better than Mengmeng, and his mother...

"

"Mom, ghost face tumor, let's get to the point."

"Oh, Mengmeng got that ghost-faced tumor just a few days after he was born. The tumor grew somewhere bad, on the buttocks. It looks like a face. In medicine, it is called a malignant tumor. It is the removal of toxins from the child's body.

.There is no ghost-faced tumor that is so scary.”

"Then how good is he?" Here comes the key.

"I remember that at that time, Mengmeng had no strength to cry. Wiping with breast milk was useless. Mengmeng's mother even heard people say that if you wipe it with blood, the tumor will become bigger..." Everyone, please be patient and considerate.

After five or six minutes, the key point finally came. "Later, I invited a Chinese medicine doctor named Cen to come and see me. I removed the thorns from the cactus, crushed them, and wrapped the ash from the bottom of the pot around the tumor.

After four or five days, the tumor disappeared, and now the children have gone to study abroad."

Your surname is Cen? "Mom, that Cen?"

"How do I know? At that time, I just heard people tell me that my surname is Cen." In our place, Chen and Cen are sometimes indistinguishable when pronounced. Especially when my mother speaks Mandarin, I really can't compliment them.

Let’s assume that his surname is Cen. How could it be such a coincidence? The ghost face tumor happened to be cured by a man named Cen. Uncle Li and the old Chinese medicine doctor both said that Chinese medicine and Feng Shui are intertwined. So this cure

The capable man surnamed Cen, who has a lot of grimaces and tumors, is still unclear whether he is a Chinese medicine practitioner or a Feng Shui practitioner.

It suddenly occurred to me that there were traces of traditional Chinese medicine on the remote control car of the little bamboo stick man. The little bell of the old Zhong family that we set the direction for was also a student of traditional Chinese medicine. But if this Mr. Cen is also a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner

Yes, I also happen to know Feng Shui. Wouldn’t that explain things even more?

At noon, I saw my parents off and my ears finally became quieter.

I held the baby's little hand and watched her sleeping soundly. I felt so happy. Last night, I almost thought I wouldn't see her. I was scared just thinking about it.

At this time, a cell phone rang, causing me to press the answer button in a hurry.

"Hey." I lowered my voice. A strange voice came from the phone and said, "It must be gold. We are the parents of the child yesterday. Is there anything we can do?"

"Yes, yes." I walked out of the room, and just as I was about to speak, my cousin took away my mobile phone and said, "There is a way. Where are you, let's go see the child in the evening."

In this way, my cousin and I went to the child's house on the other side of the city in the afternoon. I asked doubtfully in the car, the method is so simple, why don't you just talk on the phone?

The cousin pointed to the small plastic bag he put in front of him and said, "Where do you want them to find the ashes at the bottom of the pot?"

I realized that after he answered the phone at noon today, he hurried back to his hometown just to scrape the ash from the bottom of the pot. There was also another paper bag containing several layers and wrapped in a towel, which was probably a prickly pear.

We went to their home at around five o'clock in the afternoon. The child's parents said that after receiving the notice of critical illness, they were discharged from the hospital. This is because many people say that this disease is incurable.

Their home doesn't look wealthy. It's just a small two-bedroom apartment. It looks old and shabby on the outside, but the interior decoration is okay. But the furniture is all old, and the bed where the child is lying on looks at least old.

It has a history of ten years. But it can be seen from the children's brand-new, soft and brand-name children's clothes that they still love their children very much. Even if they don't have much money, they are still willing to spend it on their children.

The only old person in the family was the child's grandmother. While the grandmother was crying, she scolded her daughter-in-law, saying that her daughter-in-law had a bad life, gave birth to a monster in their family, and also lost the family so much money.

I couldn't stand the old man talking like this. I got angry for a moment and said, "Grandma, if you say this, if the child gets better, the child will remember what you said today. By then, you will be just like a grandson."

, he won’t kiss you either, just cry when I see him.”

The grandma snorted coldly: "You two kids can treat a disease that even big hospitals can't treat? I think you're here to swindle money."

I don't have the mentality to cheat money, but I can't guarantee that my cousin doesn't. Based on my understanding of my cousin, he didn't directly explain the method to the child's parents on the phone, and even went back to his hometown to ask for the ashes from the pot. That had only one purpose.

, I just want to find a way to collect some red envelopes.

I was so excited that I couldn't speak. But my cousin smiled, poked me and said, "Go and watch the kids."

I sat by the bed and comforted the mother, saying that the child would be fine. I told her to stop crying. I felt even more upset and just wanted to quarrel.

My cousin is not someone who knows how to take care of children, so I had no choice but to do it myself. I held the little baby on my lap, made him lie down, and took off his apron and diaper. I was shocked by the scene in front of me.

.Although I have heard that ghost face tumor looks like a human face, I never thought it would be so similar. A bruise-like black and purple bump on the lower back protrudes. And the bump is just like a human face, with eyes and a nose.

The mouth. In the area that looks like a mouth, the tumor has a hole. When the child cries or struggles, foul-smelling pus flows out of the hole. It's like the face is drooling.

So disgusting, so scary.

It was probably the first time I saw my cousin, and he looked no better than me. My parents were still anxious to ask what to do. My cousin took out the two bags of things and asked them for a porcelain bowl. He used his dagger.

Cut off a small piece of the cactus, remove the thorns, and mash it. Then pour some ashes from the bottom of the pot and stir it into a paste with a chopstick. Let the child's mother apply gauze on the tumor, and then use the child's protective

The umbilical cord is covered so that the medicine sticks to the child but does not strangle his belly.

When the child's mother dipped gauze into the paste and gently applied it on, she heard the child burst into tears.

I panicked for a moment. When my mother experienced that incident, it was already more than 20 years ago. If my mother remembered it wrong, then this child would be killed by us today. We would really have become a liar.

Mr. Feng Shui, a feudal superstitious person who harms others.

My cousin must have been hesitant as well. Seeing him biting his lip, he said cruelly: "Put it on!"

Although the mother heard her child cry miserably, she could only treat it like a dead horse. Otherwise, the child would have to wait for death.

After applying the medicine, the umbilical cord was put on, and the baby was wrapped again. My cousin told me about the medicine and said that if the tumor is still like this or worsens after five days, call him again. Maybe he will still have some more.

Method.

In my mind, if things get worse or get worse by then, people will just regard us as liars, and why will they call us again?

Since it was already dinner time in the evening, my cousin and I couldn't refuse, so we ate at his house. There were people in the family who were undergoing confinement, so they basically prepared more food, so we didn't care at all.

The two of us drank a large bowl of confinement chicken soup and ate sweet liqueur as usual. (After the baby is born here, the parents will send glutinous rice liqueur. In some places, it is called Jiuniang, which is very suitable for giving.

Women can replenish their bodies. Girls can also drink some if they have stomachaches. Warming up the body and stomach will make the blood flow faster and make it easier to cleanse. And if you drink this often, your skin will become rosy and your blood will be replenished.

Yes. You can try it.)
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