Dr. Jiang's Daily Adversities

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

In any case, in the past few years, she had never discovered when her son had started to believe in Buddhism.

She followed behind suspiciously. When she arrived, she realized that the brat had already made an appointment. As soon as he arrived, he was led into the backyard by the little monk.

"Benefactor Mo, Sir is already waiting."

"Yes, sorry to trouble you."

"Benefactor, you don't have to be so polite."

After all, the money Little Master Mo donated this time was more than enough to cover the incense expenses in the past year.

Money could make the world go round!

Jiang Tingxu had followed him all the way to the backyard. However, once he entered the courtyard, she could not enter the meditation room. It was as if there was a wall blocking her way.

...

In the meditation room.

The Bald Monk was holding a chess piece in his hand. He was playing chess with himself. When he heard the movement, the chess piece fell with a 'pa' sound.

"You're here?"

The little monk who was leading the way had already left.

"Rascal of the Mo family, come in."

After all, he was still a young man who was not even eighteen years old. He still felt that he was not used to it.

If he had not suddenly heard his classmates mention it, he would not have suddenly come here!

The dignified Little Master of the Mo family, the only heir of Mo Group, if it were to be spread out, who knows how the public would discuss it.

However, since he was already here, he could not just leave, right?

Ahem.

After coming in, he still politely bowed to the Master:

"Hello, Master."

The Great Monk smiled and waved his hand:

"Sit down. Look at the face of the young benefactor, why do you look so troubled!

Young benefactor, you're so young. You have a bright future ahead of you. The past is already in the past. Everything is in the hands of the heavens. Why do you have to keep holding on to it?"

"You know?"

The Little Master of the Mo Group was born with a silver spoon. He had never believed in feudal superstitions, but now... ... He was a little uncertain.

The Great Monk smiled in understanding:

"Since the young benefactor was able to find me, you must have had some ideas long ago?"

That was for sure.

For a moment, his expression became a lot more serious:

"Master, I am willing to donate all of my assets to help those in need. Also, in the future, I will be a doctor, treating patients and saving people for life. If that's not enough, then I will use my life, I only hope..."

"You only hope that the three of you can be reunited in the next life?"

"That's right!"

If possible, he really wanted to go back to the time when his Father and Mother were still alive. He wanted to be his mom's child again. He would not misunderstand his mom anymore and would not be unfriendly to his mom...

Although he did not have much memory of his mother anymore, after all, he was only three or four years old at that time. He could not remember much at all.

However, he missed her all the time, and he even dreamed every night.

A few years ago, he could still dream of his mom's face, but these few years, he could not even dream of his mom's face anymore. However, the longing was getting stronger and stronger, and it went deep into his bones and soul.

The monk twirled the Buddhist beads in his hand and closed his eyes:

"All evil should not be done, all good should be practiced; self-purification is Buddhism.

For hundreds of years, God has been watching over us.

Young benefactor, go back, you will get what you want!"

"Really?"

"A monk does not lie."

In the courtyard, Jiang Tingxu suddenly felt a familiar suction and did not even have time to look at her son one last time. Her soul body instantly dissipated.

...

At the same time, in the hospital.

Beep...beep...beep, the sound of the monitor beeped.

"The patient is awake! The patient is awake!" The nurse in the ward shouted excitedly.

Soon, a group of doctors in white coats came in, followed by a bearded man and a little boy who had been woken from his sleep.