"Auntie, do you mean that grandpa poisoned me and cast a spell on me?" I still find it a bit unbelievable.
After all, I grew up with the education of "Tiger poison does not eat its seeds". Although my parents were away from home all year round, I still grew up with a strong family relationship, so I have to believe that my grandfather will
It's still a bit difficult to kill me for some kind of benefit.
Besides, when he mentioned his mother, the gentle look in his eyes could not be concealed.
"Besides him, who else in this big house has such great ability?" my aunt said softly.
"But, mother, there is a situation here that I need to explain clearly to you. If my grandfather poisoned and cursed the Quegui Pills, then how could he be sure that Zhou Cang would definitely take those Quegui Pills?
What? He spent so much thought, but his ultimate goal was to focus on an uncertain event. This is not in line with his old man's style of doing things." Chen Mo said.
Yes, after what he said, I also think it makes sense, and when Chen Mo fed me the Quegui Pills just now, I was already a hundred reluctant.
If I had been able to move freely at that time, there was a high chance that I would not have eaten that thing.
"Who told you that Zhou Cang was poisoned because he took those Chegui pills? If it weren't for the Chegui pills hanging on him, his soul would have been taken away by the edge of the pool," said the aunt.
"Isn't it Chukimaru?"
Chen Mo and I said in unison.
"Of course not," while my aunt was talking to us, her eyes were still fixed on the face of the man in the tub who was still struggling.
"What is that? Didn't it say that my grandfather poisoned me? He never gave me anything except Quekimaru." I was a little confused.
"The entire Chen family compound belongs to him. Does he need to do things personally?" My aunt still said in an ambiguous tone, without naming this person directly.
At this moment, I seemed to have some doubts about her.
Could she be misleading us on purpose?
Because she has been in this well for so many years, she has no idea what the situation is like outside, so she can only use this method to let us automatically tell her own experience, and then through these few words
Come to frame my grandfather.
I don’t know why, but this awareness in my heart is getting stronger and stronger, so much so that I even have some doubts about whether the struggling face in the wooden basin was also directed and acted by her.
"Mother, are you talking about Rusao?" Chen Mo suddenly raised his voice and asked.
This time my aunt did not speak to refute again.
"Today during the day, I discovered that there was something wrong with the medicine Ru's sister-in-law gave me to treat the wound on my back. During those years, my mother had been teaching me to identify various Chinese medicines by their smell. I also have a certain knowledge of Chinese herbal medicines.
A little bit of research, so when she just applied the medicine to me, I immediately smelled it. There was a rare herb in this plaster that prevented my wound from healing." Chen Mo said, paused and looked at it.
Aunt Yan, probably wanted to see if she had anything to say.
But my aunt kept her head down and said nothing, so Chen Mo continued: "This herb is called Hantian. It is a plant that grows on the snowy mountains, so its medicinal properties are extremely hot, which is not suitable for people like me.
The skin injury was very unfavorable. At that time, I immediately asked Ru’s sister-in-law where the medicine came from, because I was afraid that Ru’s sister-in-law was in a hurry and sought medical treatment, so I got it from anywhere. I didn’t expect the answer I got,
It was her grandfather who asked her to pick it up."
"No wonder you always have to pay Rusao when you apply the medicine. It turns out there is such a reason. However, Rusao didn't give me anything to eat. Tonight's dinner, vegetables and porridge were all the same.
I ate it together, but I didn't eat it alone, so how could she poison me?"
I also began to recall it carefully, and I really didn’t find anything unreasonable.
And after so many things, if there was anything that was unreasonable, I might not be so slow. Even if I didn't notice it at the time, I would probably be able to find it later in retrospect.
Because as long as it is fake, there will definitely be flaws. No one can make a wrong thing perfect.
"I don't know what you have experienced before, but the poison that Zhou Cang suffered must be the work of your grandfather and Rusao, and they cooperated with each other. Neither one of them could have completed it.
." After listening to what we said, my aunt finally spoke.
"Two people cooperated, aunt, what do you mean by this?" I asked in surprise. I didn't expect such an ordinary helper in the Chen family to have such great abilities.
"The poison in your body originated from my hometown in the Northeast. In modern terms, it is a virus. It originally came from a plague. This plague was particularly severe for a period of time in the late Qing Dynasty.
, and took away many people. The ancestors of the Yu family have been practicing medicine for generations. Faced with such a serious plague, the Qing government had no choice but to turn to the Yu family for help. Doctors are parents, so the Yu family was obligated. Later, my grandfather
In order to save people, the Thirteen Needles of Guimen were used again. According to legend, the person who applied the Thirteen Needles of Guimen would suffer backlash, but it is the doctor's responsibility to save the world by hanging the pot. Besides, the plague is so serious, how can they take care of it?
How many." My aunt began to tell the past events slowly.
"So, did the thirteen injections of Guimen defeat the plague?" I asked impatiently when I saw my aunt stopped.
However, my aunt didn't know if it was because she had lived under this well for many years. She was already out of breath after saying such a short sentence.
When Chen Mo saw this, he hurriedly found a nearby chair and helped her down.
Seeing her look like this, I didn't dare to urge her.
Fortunately, after she rested for a short while, she continued: "The Yu family's Gui Men Shi Thirteen Needles are improved on the basis of predecessors, but it is simple to say. Grandpa makes good use of mugwort.
, so he rolled the moxa leaves into moxa sticks, and then inserted them at the end of the needle. Before performing the acupuncture, he lit the moxa sticks and let the moxa smoke follow the silver needles into the people's tendons, so that the therapeutic effects of Guimen Shi 3 needles could be achieved.
It’s been greatly improved.”
"But, what does this have to do with me being poisoned? Could it be that the way I looked just now was a symptom of the plague back then?" I asked with a look of horror on my face, as if I suddenly remembered.
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"Yes, but it is even more serious, because not only is it infected by a virus, but the virus is also cursed, or in your words, it is bewitched. Otherwise, where did those little bugs come from?
Here you go." My aunt leaned on the back of her chair. It was obvious that she was exhausted from talking too much.
However, because her face was covered with white gauze, I couldn't see whether her face was pale for the time being.
"Mother, please take a rest first," Chen Mo, who was standing nearby, must have noticed it and said a little anxiously, "Your body has always been weak, and it's so humid under the well."
"It's okay." Unexpectedly, Chen Mo's aunt said before he finished speaking.
"Aunt, it's been more than a hundred years since the end of the Qing Dynasty. Do you think people today can still retain the virus from back then?" I asked a little embarrassed. After all, my aunt could see that she was a little tired, and she didn't know why.
It's not because of the treatment I just received.
"When the plague broke out, my grandfather just returned from studying abroad. He was afraid that this virus would appear again in the future, so he quietly kept part of the virus for research. Later, he finally developed a vaccine. But he only
He kept the vaccine in his laboratory and did not disclose it to the public. I don't know the reason for this," my aunt continued.
"Should we wait until there is another outbreak of the plague before selling the vaccine to make money for the country?" I muttered, my voice deliberately lowered.
"Zhou Cang," Chen Mo called me anxiously.
"Human nature is unpredictable, and there is nothing impossible about it."
What I didn't expect was that my aunt lived so transparently.
Say app——-p
"So, someone took the virus that was in the laboratory back then, and then planted a poison on it, and then infected me with the virus. Is that right?" I seemed to have straightened out the whole idea.
"That's right." My aunt replied.
"The virus came from Ru's sister-in-law, and the person who got the poison was my grandfather. But when did I get poisoned? I recalled the whole day, and it seemed that there was nothing that only I had eaten, and no one else had eaten it.
Yes." I said.
"We may have to put aside the matter of how to be poisoned for the time being," Chen Mo said, then turned to his aunt: "Mom, you just said that the poison on Zhou Cang's body is not that simple, are you talking about the ghost just now?
Gate 10 and 3 injections cannot remove all the viruses from his body, so what should we do now?"
"It's not that we didn't remove all the poison from his body, but that we didn't remove even a single bit of it. The Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate only removed the poison from his body," my aunt said weakly.