Liao Zhijun couldn't help being stunned for a while, "Okay, okay!"
When he was in his prime, he had friends all over Jincheng, but now the only ones willing to talk to him are Xiao He and Guo Zi.
The three of them went all the way to Jincheng First Hospital.
Liao Zhijun's wife Song Xiaohui lived in the most luxurious single ward. At this time, a large group of psychiatrists were discussing the condition intensely in the ward.
A middle-aged couple wearing luxurious clothes were looking anxiously at Song Xiaohui, who had fallen asleep after treatment.
"Dean Wu, as long as you can cure my daughter, I will invest 200 million in your hospital."
Song Yuanshan, Liao Zhijun's father-in-law, said sadly.
He is a wealthy man in Haizhou, and he only has one daughter in his life. He will never accept that his daughter will suffer from mental illness at this age.
Song Yuanshan's words made Dean Wu Yongkang's eyes light up, but he was not sure about Song Xiaohui's illness at all. Just when he was thinking about how to word his words, his eyes glanced at the person who had just entered the door, Xiao He.
Why is he here? Could it be?
Wu Yongkang rolled his eyes and swore, patting his chest and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Song, I am the authority in treating mental illness in Jincheng City, and our hospital has the most advanced transcranial magnetic stimulation treatment device in the country. I will definitely treat your daughter's disease."
Faith heals.”
At this point, he changed the topic, "Mr. Song, please come to my office and explain to you in detail about Miss Song's next treatment." As he spoke, Wu Yongkang glanced at the doctors, and everyone also looked at them.
Leave the ward one after another.
Xiao He didn't pay much attention to Wu Yongkang. They only met once at Nangong's house that day.
"Dad!" Liao Zhijun called out with some fear, having a natural fear of his father-in-law, Liao Zhijun.
Song Yuanshan glared at Liao Zhijun fiercely, followed Wu Yongkang and left the ward without saying anything.
Liao Zhijun came to his mother-in-law Hong Xiufen angrily and forced a smile: "Mom, two of my classmates came to see Xiaohui."
Hong Xiufen also didn't have a good look towards Liao Zhijun, "Ha! What classmates? It's your poor buddies who came to curry favor with our Song family again!"
"I tell you Liao Zhijun, you stay with Xiaohui faithfully now. If Xiaohui makes any mistakes again, you will cleanse yourself and leave the house."
Xiao He felt quite sympathetic to Liao Zhijun. Sure enough, there were gains and losses!
Liao Zhijun was very helpless. Everything he had now was given by the Song family. Without the Song family, he was nothing. "Xiao He, Guo Zi, if you don't..."
Xiao He waved his hand, "Zhijun, I can cure your wife's disease!"
"Ah!" Liao Zhijun didn't expect Xiao He to say this, and for a moment he didn't know how to react.
Hong Xiufen glanced at Xiao He and said jokingly: "Young man, are you afraid of the wind blowing your tongue? You can cure it, but what can you use to cure it?"
"Let me tell you, I am not a person like Liao Zhijun who comes from a small place and has never seen the world."
After saying that, he turned around and glared at Liao Zhijun fiercely, "Trash, if you don't drive out these cunts like you, you are just an eyesore here!"
Hong Xiufen has seen too many people who come to hug the Song family. No matter how much they brag, they have no real skills. In her opinion, Xiao He is such a person.
She could tell Xiao He's family background just by looking at his clothes. The clothes he wore were not worth the cost of a beauty treatment. Such a person must have an agenda when approaching the Song family.
Liao Zhijun said apologetically: "Xiao He, why don't you come back another day?"
Xiao He also wanted to turn around and leave, but he had a good impression of Song Xiaohui, and this matter was obviously set up by Qin Yunfeng. How could he make Qin Yunfeng proud.
"Auntie, you haven't been feeling well lately!" Xiao He said with a half-smile.
Hong Xiufen's eyelids twitched, "It's none of your business?"
Xiao He didn't care but continued: "Have you often felt distension, pain, backache, pain during defecation, constipation and other symptoms in your lower abdomen recently?"
Hong Xiufen's face became darker and darker, because Xiao He was absolutely right.
"You, how do you know?"
Xiao He chuckled: "You have uterine fibroids. Auntie, I advise you to get treatment as soon as possible! If it's too late, the only option is to remove it."
"Uterine fibroids! Cut...remove!" Hong Xiufen muttered hesitantly, and the corners of her mouth twitched. She knew how cruel it would be for a woman after removal, and she had not enjoyed life enough.
ah!
It was also the first time that Liao Zhijun saw his mother-in-law showing such an expression. Could it be that Xiao He was right? When did Xiao He have such powerful medical skills?
"Xiao He, can you really cure my wife's disease?" Liao Zhijun quickly realized and asked doubtfully.
"I'm 100% sure!" Xiao He smiled calmly.
After that, he walked to Song Xiaohui's bed.
Hong Xiufen didn't stop her at this moment. She was still immersed in the shock of Xiao He's words. At the same time, she also wanted to see if Xiao He was as powerful as he said. She had already made up her mind that as long as Xiao He could cure her daughter, she would immediately
Go to the hospital for a check-up. Anyway, there is nothing to lose if you give it a try.
Regarding Song Xiaohui's condition, Xiao He could see through it at a glance. She was not mentally ill at all, but was plagued by evil spirits, which was exactly the same as Jiang Longer's situation back then.
This is also the main reason why Xiao He determined that Qin Yunfeng did it.
Under the nervous gazes of Hong Xiufen, Liao Zhijun and Guo Zi, Xiao He stretched out his right hand, bent his middle finger and little finger and raised his index finger, suddenly raised his thumb, and then quickly tapped Song Xiaohui's Yintang three times with his index finger.
This is a Taoist way of exorcising evil spirits. As long as it is used by people who know Taoism, it will have the effect of expelling evil spirits.
"Boom boom boom"!
The three of them were all speechless. Xiao He clearly hit Song Xiaohui's forehead, but they heard a dull sound like knocking on wood, and then saw a layer of black gas coming out of Song Xiaohui's forehead.
"What's going on?"
The three of them all opened their mouths. Guo Zi was a little bit better. After all, he had accompanied Xiao He to find Zhu Dazhang to collect the debt and had seen Xiao He's methods. However, Hong Xiufen and Liao Zhijun had expressions of disbelief on their faces.
At this time, Song Xiaohui, who had fallen asleep, suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes were pitch black without any white, looking scary and weird. She let out a sharp howl and bared her teeth at Xiao He, and her limbs danced manically like a beast.
If he wasn't tied up by the straps on the hospital bed, he might have pounced on Xiao He.
"Xiaohui!" Liao Zhijun called out urgently. He knew that his wife was sick again.
Without stopping, Xiao He moved his fingers from Song Xiaohui's Yintang to her Dantian, and then pressed hard.
I saw increasingly thicker black air spreading out from Song Xiaohui's seven orifices. The black air also contained a squeaking sound, like a ghost crying, which made people shudder.
After seeing the black energy coming out, Xiao He immediately waved his right hand to slap the black energy floating in the ward. The three of them saw a green light on Xiao He's right hand, and a yin-yang fish pattern in his palm suddenly rotated. Like a vacuum cleaner, it swallows up the black air bit by bit.
At the same time, in the Qin family villa, in a room covered with talismans, an old Taoist with a broken arm was meditating. Suddenly, a wooden doll on the table suddenly cracked from the middle, and the talismans on the wall began to rustle. Fall down.
The old man with a broken arm suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, with a look of horror on his face.
Someone is cracking his own spell!
What Xiao He did just now was a sparring match with a broken-arm Taoist. No matter whether the Taoist battle is in person or in the air, if the person who plans the plot wins the person who solves the plot, he will be unlucky. On the contrary, if the person who plots the plot wins, the one who plotted the plot will also suffer backlash. .
Although it seems that there is no serious danger, once the plot is too involved, the performer will not only be traumatized, but even his life may be in danger.
Seeing the cracks on the doll's body getting bigger and bigger, the old man reached out and took out a silver needle, quickly dipped the blood from his fingertips, and shouted out one word, "Go!"
Then he suddenly inserted the silver needle from the top of the doll's head, and the doll that was about to break instantly stopped breaking.
On Xiao He's side, the black energy originally drawn by his Yin-Yang Mark actually had the tendency to escape from his control and escape into Song Xiaohui's body again.