In a dilapidated small house, Song Xiaoqi opened the door, took a deep look at Fang Lin and the others, and said, "Please come in."
If it weren't for Fang Lin's miraculous medical skills, she would never have brought these strangers, or even the rightful owner of her theft, to her home.
Walking into the house, a thin boy was curled up on the bed, his face was sallow, he looked sick, and he had no energy at all.
Song Xiaoqi said: "He is my brother, Song Xiaofeng."
Fang Lin nodded and came to the bedside. After taking a closer look, he understood clearly and asked: "Your brother has the flu. He should have been infected by someone. The symptoms are repeated high fevers that won't go away.
There are also cases of vomiting and diarrhea.
Am i right?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Song Xiaoqi's eyes when she heard this. She had never taken the initiative to tell Fang Lin about her brother's condition before, because she wanted to take the exam for Fang Lin. If Fang Lin could diagnose her brother's condition, she would really feel relieved and let Fang Lin give him a diagnosis.
The younger brother cures the disease.
At this moment, when he heard Fang Lin describing his brother's symptoms word for word, he no longer had any doubts and prayed anxiously: "Brother, please treat my brother. I don't have money to take him to the doctor, so I can only give him treatment at the pharmacy."
He bought medicine, but after more than half a month, his condition has not improved."
Fang Lin nodded and said, "Don't worry, it's not difficult for me to cure your brother's disease.
However, if you want me to cure your brother's disease, you must agree to one of my requests."
Song Xiaoqi asked: "What's the request?"
Fang Lindao: "When I cure your brother's disease, you have to tell me exactly how your parents died and why you suspect it is related to the monks of Jiming Temple."
Song Xiaoqi was silent for a moment, nodded heavily and said: "Okay, I promise you!"
Fang Lin smiled faintly and asked Song Xiaoqi to get a basin of water. After washing her hands, she came back to the bedside and began to treat Song Xiaoqi.
To treat this disease, it is best to use acupuncture, but Fang Lin did not bring acupuncture needles with him on this trip, so he changed the method and gave Song Xiaofeng a massage to inject vitality, kill the influenza virus in Song Xiaofeng's body, activate blood circulation and cool down the temperature.
It took less than ten minutes in total for Song Xiaofeng's hot body temperature to drop quickly, and his sallow complexion gradually returned to normal and became rosy.
Taking back his hand, Fang Lin asked with a smile: "How is it? Do you feel better now?"
Song Xiaofeng became energetic, sat up from the bed with a smile on his face, and said: "Brother, I feel very comfortable now, my head is no longer dizzy, and I am very hungry and want to eat."
Song Xiaoqi said happily from the side: "Great, my brother finally has an appetite and wants to eat!"
These days, her brother had no appetite at all and couldn't eat anything. Even the most delicious roast chicken in Surabaya City, after buying it back, he had no appetite at all and vomited after just a few bites.
Now that Song Xiaofeng wanted to eat, Song Xiaoqi was very excited and said happily: "Brother, please wait for a while, my sister will buy you roast chicken, okay!"
Fang Lin stopped Song Xiaoqi with a smile and said, "Your brother has just recovered from a serious illness. He is not suitable for eating greasy food. A little porridge and steamed buns will be fine."
Song Xiaoqi skillfully rolled up her sleeves and cooked rice porridge for Song Xiaofeng. The steamed buns were ready-made at home, so she put them directly on the porridge pot and warmed them.
Shen Ke originally wanted to help, but it seemed that Song Xiaoqi was already more skilled than her in doing these housework, so he just stood aside without disturbing her.
When Song Xiaofeng started eating happily, Fang Lin asked: "Now, you can talk about your parents."
Song Xiaoqi's face darkened, she nodded and said, "Okay, I will keep my promise and tell you."
Fang Lin, Shen Ke, Huang Changmao and Hong Zhaomao all listened carefully and attentively. They were now particularly curious about how the parents of Song Xiaoqi's brother and sister died.
Then Song Xiaoqi's eyes shone with reminiscence, and she slowly said: "My parents are natives of Surabaya City.
Because of the existence of Jiming Temple, a thousand-year-old temple, most people in Surabaya City have the habit of believing in Buddhism.
My parents are also two Buddhists.
Half a year ago, my parents took my brother and me to Jiming Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings. A great monk told my parents that they would have a disaster and needed to use Buddhism to avoid disasters.
This Buddhist method of avoiding disasters means that the great monk performs rituals for them in the temple to drive away evil spirits and disasters for them, but the prerequisite is that it requires a large fee.
Because my parents believed what the great monk said, they took out all their family savings. Not only that, they also sold the family house.
The house my brother and I live in now was rented by myself after they died..." After listening to Song Xiaoqi's narration, Fang Lin gradually frowned.
After Song Xiaoqi's parents used all their savings to perform religious rituals, they thought they had avoided disaster. However, since then, their health has deteriorated day by day.
Moreover, Song Xiaoqi also clearly noticed that his parents' temperaments had changed drastically since then, as if they were completely different people.
From time to time, they would murmur some weird words, and they would start to quarrel and blame each other.
Until one night, their parents suddenly placed a strange array-like thing at home. While the brother and sister were sleeping, they both hung from the beam directly above the array.
When they woke up the next morning, they saw their parents hanged at home. The two children, Song Xiaoqi and Song Xiaofeng, were so frightened that they were not mentally ill. They were lucky among misfortunes.
Since there were no traces of the crime, the police naturally characterized their deaths as suicides.
But Song Xiaoqi knew that the death of his parents was inseparable from Jiming Temple and the great monk of Jiming Temple! Song Xiaofeng sat on the bed, eating, and burst into tears when he heard Song Xiaoqi talking about his parents. It fell into the rice bowl with a clatter, but he ate bite after bite without making a sound.
After Song Xiaoqi finished speaking, she looked at Fang Lin intently and asked: "Brother, you said my parents were good, why did their temperament change so much?
Why commit suicide for no reason?
This matter must have something to do with Jiming Temple! Right?"
Shen Ke and the other three were frightened when they heard this.
Before Fang Lin could speak, Huang Changmao and Hong Zhaomao said angrily: "Of course it has something to do with it, it must be the bald monk's fault!"
Fang Lin frowned, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Where did your parents hang themselves and die? Is anyone living in that house now?"
Song Xiaoqi said: "It's not far from here. It's the place where my parents rented their house after they sold it. Because someone died, that house can no longer be rented out."
Fang Lin nodded, stood up and said, "Take me to that house to have a look."
