One sentence immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Miss Yami, have you seen this pattern somewhere?" The old dean looked at Yami curiously and asked.
Chen Zifei also looked at Yamei and said directly: "Where have you seen Yamei?"
Zhu Zhengyang raised his head weakly and said quickly: "Yes, I don't have a tattoo on my chest. What is this pattern and where does it come from?"
Yami looked at the people around him and said with some embarrassment: "I saw this in a classmate's magazine, but it's not the snake-shaped pattern, it's also a strange pattern. It's said to be a spell, a love spell."
"But Mr. Zhu, this is definitely not the love spell mentioned in the book." Yamei looked at Zhu Zhengyang's chest again and said seriously.
"Spell? Maoshan magic?" Yuan Wudi rolled his eyes and said disapprovingly. He had never believed in these legendary things.
Chen Zifei frowned and said in a deep voice: "Spells do exist, like voodoo, where insects are used to cast poison. As for the principle, I don't know."
Yuan Wudi couldn't help but fell into deep thought. As a Chinese, he had to know this Gu technique, and his comrades in arms were from Miaojiang. He also told them the legend of Gu technique, although Yuan Wudi listened to it as a story at the time.
But he also knows that there are some things that science cannot explain.
The old dean's face was gloomy, his head lowered and he didn't know what he was thinking. The doctors around him also talked about it, but it was obvious that some people believed in this thing and some didn't.
"You guys go out first and let Mr. Zhu have a good rest." The old director waved his hand and drove out the doctors and nurses in the ward.
After the door of the ward was closed, the old dean suddenly looked at Chen Zifei and solemnly said: "Mr. Chen, Mr. Zhu is probably under a spell."
Zhu Zhengyang stared at the old director in disbelief, "You are the director of a hospital, and you still believe this? What kind of magic do you believe in?"
The old dean's face turned red, but he still said seriously: "I didn't believe it at first. Until more than twenty years ago, when I met a strange patient, I was not the dean at that time. I just happened to meet him.
A patient, when he came here, he had blisters all over his body and itched unbearably."
Zhu Zhengyang looked at the old dean in confusion and interrupted: "What kind of skin disease is this? Is there anything strange about it?"
Yuan Wudi and Chen Zifei also looked at the old dean in confusion, wondering what he meant by this. Isn't this blistering skin disease too common? It's not a big deal at all.
The old dean looked at the unanswered glances of several people, shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "It's not that simple. If it's a common skin disease, just prescribe some medicine and keep applying ointment, and it will be fine. But this patient
It's different. After this patient came, I treated it as a common skin disease. After blood tests, I found that no one had any problems and all indicators were normal."
Chen Zifei was surprised. Although he did not understand Western medicine, he also knew that when it comes to skin diseases, there will definitely be some problems with the blood test, and it is impossible for there to be no abnormalities at all.
The old dean continued to explain: "Under normal circumstances, no matter where there is something wrong with the body, there will be some abnormalities in the blood test, such as elevated white blood cells, but this patient has no abnormalities at all. This is too normal and is not normal in itself. I
There was no way to determine what his problem was, so we gave him conservative treatment first and prescribed some regular skin ointments for him to use again."
"Then, after applying the ointment, is the patient cured?" Yami asked eagerly, already attracted by this story.
The old dean looked gloomy and said solemnly: "The patient came again the next day, but he was brought here. The blisters on his body are gone, there are tears all over his body, and his clothes are stained red with blood. I don't know why.
It’s best to do something about it. There are hundreds of bleeding wounds on the body, so we can’t just stitch them up.”
"I asked my family members how this was done. They said that they applied the ointment after returning home, but no matter where the ointment was applied or where it was not applied, the blisters broke one by one. After breaking, there were
The cuts look very scary, and the blood is not stopping." The old dean recounted, his body trembling slightly, as if he thought of that horrific scene.
Chen Zifei and Yamei shuddered when they heard this, and couldn't help but feel hairy on their bodies. Zhu Zhengyang hurriedly checked his own body, and even opened his pants to take a look. He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no blisters on his body.
"Then how did you stop the bleeding?" Chen Zifei asked doubtfully.
He knew many ways to stop bleeding, such as burning with gunpowder, and the hospital should have more ways to stop bleeding.
The old dean sighed and said: "We tried using hemostatic medicine and bandages to stop the bleeding. We applied the hemostatic medicine all over the body and then tied it with a bandage. However, the bandage became stained red soon after and the hemostatic medicine had no effect at all.
Later, there was really no other way, so we tried to suture a few wounds, which stopped the bleeding. After a while, the sutured wounds opened again, and they couldn't be sutured at all, and there was no way to suture them."
Zhu Zhengyang swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva and felt itchy on his body. He checked himself from time to time to see if there were any blisters or cracks.
Yuan Wudi also became serious this time, and was obviously attracted by the story, especially knowing that the old dean would not tell a story without reason. This story is probably a real thing.
"Then if he bleeds so much, he won't die of bleeding?" Chen Zifei frowned and asked.
The old director nodded and said: "Of course he will bleed to death. Expert consultations from several of our hospitals and even seeking help from the international medical community were unable to stop this patient's bleeding. Later, the family members did not know who they heard from.
, took the patient to the shrine to find a witch..."
Yami's eyes lit up and she said excitedly: "I know about the miko. Did the miko cure that person?"
The old dean shook his head, nodded again and said: "Soon, the patient was sent back by his family. At this time, all the cracks on his body disappeared, and he stopped bleeding. All the cracks on his body turned into scars, but
Due to excessive bleeding, multiple organs failed, and he was not rescued in the end."
"Isn't he still dead? What does that mean?" Zhu Zhengyang stared blankly and said.
The old dean took a deep look at Zhu Zhengyang's pattern and said: "Although the patient still died, he did not die from bleeding on the skin, but from organ failure. The bleeding on his skin did stop. I also
I was very curious. It was a miracle to stop this patient's bleeding, so I asked the patient's family how they stopped the bleeding."
At this time, Chen Zifei and others held their breaths and stared nervously at the old dean. They were also very curious about this problem. Even suturing could not stop the bleeding. How did the bleeding stop in the end.