Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 587 Weird

This man's words were echoed by the square-faced, broad-mouthed guard next to him, who nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice. "I've also encountered ghosts in the middle of the day. The master said that midnight and noon are the times when the gates of hell open, and the yin energy is at its strongest."

"Is it?"

"That's bullshit!" Zhou Dafu could no longer bear it. He grabbed the shoulder pole that Aunt Chen had left under the eaves and rushed towards the guards who were shrinking their necks. "I'm usually lenient, but I've spoiled you guys like this!"

His steps were so agile and fast that there was no difficulty at all in crossing the threshold.

Song Ying ignored his surprise and said, "Master Zhou, calm down. It's human nature to be afraid of ghosts."

As soon as she said this, she felt that there was actually no need to persuade him. Zhou Dafu was very arrogant, but he stopped when the pole was about to poke the guards, and just complained about their faults.

"You can tell me for yourself. I treat you well, don't I? I give you a generous monthly salary and give you rewards during various festivals. I just want you to help me, and I want your money..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his left hand, grabbed the carrying pole, and then pushed it forward and stabbed a guard.

Zhou Dafu was shocked and shouted: "Get out of the way!"

At the same time, he quickly pulled the carrying pole back with his right hand.

This sudden change also shocked Song Ying. She was stunned for a moment, then rushed over to help hold the carrying pole. At the same time, several guards who had moved aside shouted, "What are you guys still standing there for? Come over and help."

The guards were terrified and started to run away screaming that there was a ghost. The first person ran a few steps and bumped into Aunt Chen who had heard the noise and came out to check.

"Ahhh, there's a ghost! Don't look for me..."

Aunt Chen rubbed her aching forehead and looked at the young man in front of her who was screaming with his eyes closed. She cursed, "You are the ghost. It's noon, why are you screaming like a ghost? Can't you let me rest?"

Warm breath mixed with saliva splashed on the young man's face. The young man opened his eyes, stretched out his hand and carefully poked Aunt Chen, almost crying with joy, "It's alive, not a ghost!"

Aunt Chen rolled her eyes at him and looked up to ask Song Ying, but when she saw the Chow Tai Fook figure, she was stunned. "What are you doing with a carrying pole? Hey, this is my carrying pole, right?"

"Yes, he has some difficulty walking, so I'd like to borrow your shoulder pole to support him."

"Is that so? Feel free to use them then." Aunt Chen was always forthright. She looked at Zhou Dafu for a few times and said, "You must be from out of town, right? I haven't seen you before. Don't worry, Song Ying's medical skills are excellent. No matter what your ailment is, he can cure it for you."

Song Ying felt guilty after hearing this. She really had no idea about Zhou Dafu's "illness".

"Auntie, you're exaggerating again. I'm not that powerful..."

After coaxing Aunt Chen back, Song Ying said to the guards, "Brothers, it's not a good idea for us to remain deadlocked here. Let's carry your master inside first. We'll examine him carefully. If it's an illness, we can treat it. If it's an evil, we can exorcise it. We have to resolve it."

Several guards were still hesitant, which made Song Ying frown. She simply called Lin Wenxuan out and asked him and the steward to support Zhou Dafu in from both sides.

Strangely enough, the left leg and left hand, which had been acting up just now, were now very obedient. Lin Wenxuan was very surprised and asked, "Junior Sister, what's wrong with this patient? His legs look normal to me."

Zhou Dafu smiled bitterly, went into the clinic, and told Dr. Ma and Lin Wenxuan about his "strange disease" again. Both Dr. Ma and Lin Wenxuan were stunned for a long time.

After a long while, Doctor Ma twirled his beard and said, "I've been practicing medicine for forty years, but this is the first time I've seen a case like this. I can only give it a try, but I'm not sure if I can cure it."

Lin Wenxuan couldn't help but mutter, "This doesn't look like a disease, it's clearly evil."

Zhou Dafu's hope, which had been ignited for only half a day, suddenly faded. His Adam's apple moved twice, and finally he sighed softly, "Please do your best to treat me. Whether it will work... depends on fate."

Doctor Ma nodded and motioned for him to hold out his hand. "Let's take his pulse first."

Zhou Dafu stretched out his hand and placed it on the table. Doctor Ma was about to take his pulse when Zhou Dafu's left hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his right hand and took it away.

Although he had heard Zhou Dafu's description of the patient's condition, Doctor Ma was still shocked when he suddenly saw this scene. Lin Wenxuan and Song Ying jumped over and pulled Doctor Ma away together to prevent Zhou Dafu from suddenly hurting anyone like he had done to the guards before.

After pulling Doctor Ma away, Song Ying saw that the veins on the back of Zhou Dafu's left hand were bulging, and he was holding on very tightly. He hurriedly shouted, "Quickly pry his left hand open. I'll get the rope and tie him up!"

As she spoke, she rushed into the inner room and took out some hemp ropes.

Several guards were trembling with fear, only Lin Wenxuan and the steward worked together to pry Zhou Dafu's left hand.

Fortunately, although Zhou Dafu was fat, he was weak. Lin Wenxuan had the strength he had gained from years of pounding and grinding medicine. He and the manager quickly restrained Zhou Dafu's left arm, tied the restless left hand tightly to the back of the chair with a hemp rope, and tied his left foot to the chair leg.

Their reaction was quick, but a shocking blue mark was still left on Zhou Dafu's right wrist, as hideous as a ghost's claw, making the hairs on the back of one's neck stand on end.

Isn't this really not being possessed by evil spirits?

Song Ying swallowed. How did Taoist Yuanrong make that judgment? This ruthless self-harm was clearly like being possessed by some foul spirit...

Hong Hu, the guard who initially refuted Noon's Yang energy, trembled and said, "Now you know why we are afraid, right? This is still the least of his worries. Sometimes he even strangles himself, nearly killing himself several times. Sometimes he also strangles those around him. It's hard to guard against him."

Dong Wei, with his square face and broad mouth, also said, "Yes, and when I eat, sometimes I just pick up the spoon to scoop a spoonful, and my left hand is suddenly slapped away. There are so many weird things like this. If it's not possessed by evil spirits, then what is it?"

Although Song Ying and the other two were very unsure, since the other party came to seek medical treatment, they had to give it a try whether they could do it or not.

After calming himself down, Doctor Ma began to take the pulse. He took the right hand. Song Ying suppressed his fear and prepared to take the pulse of the "ghost hand" on the left.

For the first time since she started studying medicine, she was afraid to take someone's pulse. Her fingertips hovered over Zhou Dafu's left hand, Cun, Guan, and Chi, and she was hesitant to let go.

Click!

Zhou Dafu's bound left hand suddenly twitched and dug into the back of the chair, sending wood chips falling.

Song Ying jumped up in surprise, only to see the five fingers strangely relax again, and then spread out palms upwards, as if in silent invitation.

"Master, Junior Sister?" Lin Wenxuan's throat tightened.

Song Ying closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, strode back, and pressed three fingers hard on the strange left hand.

It felt cold to the touch, as if touching the wet stones in a deep well, but I soon felt the warmth and the pulse beating under my fingertips, strong and powerful.