I Was Caught Working Part-Time During The Winter Vacation. How Dare You Steal The Tianshi Sword?

"If I remember correctly, seven days ago, a relative in my hometown had a funeral. I took my wife to the funeral."

"The funeral was held in a rural area. According to our custom there, the funeral has to wait until twelve o'clock in the evening, after the incense is laid, and the coffin is nailed before people can leave."

"At first, everything was normal, but when it was my turn to burn incense, something suddenly went wrong."

"There was obviously no rain in the weather forecast, but there were a few thunders and it started raining heavily."

"The mourning hall that was built was immediately soaked. Normally, this is not a big deal. As the old saying goes, people who carry coffins are rich when it rains. But the wind at that time was also strange, and it suddenly lifted all the coffin boards!"

"My wife has never seen such a scene before, and she was immediately frightened and fainted."

"After returning from her hometown, her mental state has been not right, and her body has been getting worse day by day. She feels like vomiting when she eats something. Also, she loses her hair every night."

"At this time every day, she feels a lot of pain all over her body!"

"People in the village said that the dead walked too lonely, so they wanted to take one away... I feel that my wife must have been possessed by a ghost."

"I invited several masters to come and see it, and they all said there is no problem. I think their skills are not up to the mark. Little brother, I heard people in the industry say you are very good at this, so you must help me!"

After listening to the rich man's words, Zhang Fan frowned slightly and looked at the rich man lost in thought.

After netizens listened, they quickly started discussing in the live broadcast room.

[You really don’t believe it. Last time I went home to attend a funeral, I failed the exam directly because the deceased was illiterate! 】

[This sounds very strange. I have carried a coffin. A coffin board weighs forty or fifty pounds at least, and it is laid flat. The force-bearing surface is only so small, so it can be easily scratched! 】

[Possessed by a ghost, definitely possessed by a ghost! 】

[Did you go to the hospital? Maybe he's sick! 】

[Maybe a ghost is living in their house? 】

[There is a ghost, I can already feel it. Something is wrong with this place! 】

【……】

In the live broadcast screen.

After Zhang Fan was silent for a moment, his expression became a little gloomy.

He repeatedly checked the other party's face and knew that the other party must be hiding something from him.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Fan asked: "Sir, what is your surname? What year and month are your birthdays?"

"Wang Wanqiang, on the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month in 1979, just call me Brother Qiang."

The head of the family knew that this profession likes to use the horoscopes to solve problems, so he signed up without even thinking about it.

After Wang Wanqiang reported the horoscope, Zhang Fan nodded slightly, knowing everything in his heart.

"Brother Zhang Fan, why don't you go in first and help me take a look?"

"Let's go."

Wang Wanqiang took the lead and walked in front, followed by Zhang Fan and three others.

The decoration in the villa is very luxurious. The walls are made of exquisite velvet art paint, supplemented by golden frames, which makes it look extremely noble.

The spacious spotlight ceiling provides soft light and a warm atmosphere.

The elegant mahogany tables and chairs, elegant carpets and famous paintings hanging on the walls all show the owner's taste and financial strength.

Soon, the group arrived at the door of a bedroom on the second floor.

The violent coughing was accompanied by bursts of wailing. Just by hearing the sound, it was clear that Wang Wanqiang's wife was in pain.

"Madam, I have invited a true master for you."

Wang Wanqiang knocked on the door twice symbolically, pushed the door open and turned on the bedroom light.

Lying in the bedroom was a middle-aged woman with a pale face, listless and dying.

"What a heavy yin energy."

Zhang Fan frowned slightly, and everyone in the bedroom immediately became nervous.

"I knew it! I knew it must be stained with something dirty!"

Wang Wanqiang showed fear on his face, "Brother Zhang Fan, please help us take a look. You have also seen your sister-in-law's situation. She really can't wait any longer!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely do something with the money."

Zhang Fan nodded, and while he was talking, he took out a folding table and a pair of bowls and chopsticks from his Taoist robe.

Seeing this scene, the cameraman was dumbfounded.

No...Dude, are you a magician?

ah?

How can you pretend?

You can stuff something as big as a table into your clothes?

Your kid is Doraemon.

Zhang Fan opened the folding table and placed the bowls and chopsticks on it.

Then, Zhang Fan put his hand into his clothes and took it out.

This time, Zhang Fan took out a pot of water from his clothes.

While everyone looked at him blankly, Zhang Fan had already started his operation.

I saw Zhang Fan placing the bowl flat and inserting three chopsticks vertically into the bowl.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Fan started pouring water into my bowl.

The water flowed into the bowl little by little along the chopsticks.

Soon, Zhang Fan poured a pot of water cleanly.

However, when Zhang Fan freed his hands, everyone was stunned.

The two chopsticks in the bowl actually stood upright, showing no signs of falling down.

If a single chopstick was standing upright, there would be no room for explanation, but the two chopsticks placed sideways were motionless, as if they were glued together.

At this time, Zhang Fan stirred it gently with his fingers, but there was still no change.

Seeing this scene, netizens were all dumbfounded, and the barrage began to scroll rapidly.

【what's the situation? Isn't this Zhang Fan's prop? 】

【ah? I heard this phenomenon from an old man before. If the chopsticks can stand in the water, it means there is stolen goods in the house! 】

[Good guy, is this really the case? 】

[Oh no, no wonder this woman is dying. There is a ghost in the house! 】

[I'm still a little curious, how did Zhang Fan pack so many things into his clothes? 】

[Host, run, there is really a ghost here! 】

[God damn it, you are a junior in college, and you are actually catching ghosts part-time! 】

【……】

"Look, it won't collapse like this. There is indeed something wrong with this house!"

Zhang Fan glanced at Wang Wanqiang, then took two steps forward and stood beside the bed.

"When is your sister-in-law's birthday?"

"September 12, 1980, half a year older than me." Wang Wanqiang said without thinking.

"clear."

Zhang Fan nodded slightly, fixed his gaze on the woman's face, and began to observe his features.

"The Palace of Life is collapsed, dark and black, and there are cracks. The situation is very serious..."

"The qi in the Palace of Disease and Disaster is like smoke, which means you must be seriously ill, but... there seems to be no external factors. If you don't guarantee it, it's really a ghost."

"Well...there's something wrong with this couple's palace..."

Zhang Fan muttered to himself, looking at the faces and reaching out to count.

After a moment, Zhang Fan turned his head, looked at Wang Wanqiang and said solemnly:

"Judging from the current situation, your wife's situation has nothing to do with ghosts."

"It has nothing to do with it? Impossible!"

Wang Wanqiang shook his head repeatedly, "How come every master comes and says it's okay? The chopsticks are all standing up!"

"You can't tell for sure."

Zhang Fan shook his head and asked: "Besides my sister-in-law being unwell, are there any other phenomena at home?"

"Yes! I almost forgot to tell you!"

Wang Wanqiang had a look of reminiscence on his face, and his expression gradually became frightened.

"My wife has basically been lying on the bed these days. Even when she goes to the bathroom, she is in the bathroom in the bedroom. She has never left this room for even half a step!"

"But outside the room, I found a lot of long hair, much longer than my wife's hair!"

"You don't know, the person who just left our village is a woman. She has good hair when she goes out in the village. I suspect this is her hair!"

As he spoke, Wang Wanqiang seemed to remember something, and quickly opened the drawer and took out a strand of long hair.

"Little brother, look, I collected this this morning."

"When I was sleeping in the past two days, I always saw a figure outside the window. His hair was disheveled and he was hunched over. It was always scary!"

"I suspect that she has not only fallen in love with my wife, but has now set her sights on me!"

Zhang Fan took the hair and was a little surprised.

"Well, you're quite brave. If you suspect that it's ghost hair, you might as well just collect it and put it on the bedside. You're afraid that the ghost won't find you."

"Um?"

Wang Wanqiang looked horrified: "Little brother, is there anything wrong with this?"

"It's not a big problem."

Zhang Fan shook his head and said, "Since you think there is a ghost, let me take a look."

With that said, Zhang Fan squatted down and pulled out the woman's arm.

Then, he made an action that no one expected.

After checking the woman's fingernails, he placed his hand on the woman's pulse.

"Um?"

Seeing this scene, everyone in the bedroom looked a little surprised.

If I read it correctly, this is what Chinese medicine does when diagnosing the pulse, right?

Didn't you agree to come here to catch ghosts?

How did you diagnose your pulse?

The host Xiao Ma carefully recalled today's process.

Zhang Fan first listened to Wang Wanqiang's words, then observed the patient's complexion, asked some details... and then started to take the pulse.

Looking, hearing, asking, and understanding, all four steps have been taken care of.

Could it be that... this kind of operation is also used in catching ghosts?

Netizens were also very puzzled as the barrage scrolled in the live broadcast room.

[What's the matter, brother? How did you diagnose your pulse? Is this what you should do? 】

[Yes, the ghost-catcher in my mind should be the Thunder in the Palm of the Taomu Sword! 】

[Something's wrong, something's wrong... This is definitely not a ghost-catching process! 】

[This man is really brave. He even collected ghost hair. Isn’t that looking for death? 】

[Oops, classmate Zhang Fan closed his eyes. He seems to be really diagnosing the pulse, and he might actually be able to do it! 】

【……】

While netizens were having a heated discussion, Zhang Fan took his hand back and said something that no one expected.

"My sister-in-law is either possessed by a ghost or she is ill. She has advanced gastric cancer and has only a few days left to live well. Please eat and drink something."

"What?"

Wang Wanqiang frowned and froze on the spot for a second.

Late stage gastric cancer?

Are you kidding me here?

Although I haven't taken my wife to the hospital yet, it can't be stomach cancer, right?

Even if my wife is unlucky enough to have cancer, you can't diagnose it by taking your pulse, right?

Did you and the others drink it?

【puff! Classmate Zhang Fan, are you here to make a joke? 】

[Impossible, I am an old Chinese medicine doctor who cannot diagnose cancer by picking the pulse. This kind of disease can only be diagnosed with advanced equipment! 】

[You were asked to catch ghosts, you checked the customer’s pulse and diagnosed cancer? 】

[Is there a possibility? Zhang Fan is right. Her current situation is indeed consistent with cancer. 】

【The exciting ghost catching session, you will have fun watching it! 】

【……】

Like Wang Wanqiang, netizens did not believe Zhang Fan's diagnosis results at all.

If some netizens still had doubts at first, they have all denied it now.

After all, it is common knowledge that cancer can only be confirmed through several major examinations.

From the time Zhang Fan entered the house to now, he didn't even say a word to the woman. In ten minutes, he was diagnosed with terminal cancer. This is simply impossible.

At this time, the well-informed Xiao Ma whispered a reminder:

"Classmate Zhang Fan, cancer is not so easy to diagnose, right?"

"To me, it's pretty sure and 100 percent correct."

Zhang Fan shook his head and said slowly:

"Not only does the pulse show cancer, it's also clearly shown on the face."

With that said, Zhang Fan once again focused his attention on the woman.

"Her Palace of Disease is not only sunken, but also has a horizontal hook facing the Gen position. This place represents the human stomach."

"There's another thing you may not be able to see. Her 'mountain roots' are growing sideways and inversely, and they are also black and green. There must be a rock mark on the blue bones."

"A rock is a tumor. If the color is green and black, it is a malignant tumor. If the black color covers the blue color, it is an advanced stage of gastric cancer."

"Look at the bridge of her nose. There is a dark yellow color. Dark yellow refers to blood diseases. Judging from the direction of the ripples, he had suffered from leukemia before and was later cured. Does he have this history?"

"This...how do you know this!"

Zhang Fan spoke rationally, but Wang Wanqiang couldn't listen to a word of it, and was even ready to drive him out.

However, when Zhang Fan told him about leukemia, his mind went blank.

Yes, her wife did suffer from leukemia more than ten years ago, but she was not short of money and the treatment had been completed long ago.

He was sure that Zhang Fan would never know about this medical history, because Zhang Fan was only in elementary school at that time!

Now that the two of them can tell accurately, it means... that he really knows how to treat patients?

Could it be that... my wife is really just sick, and I am overthinking everything?

After being stunned for a moment, Wang Wanqiang nodded silently.

"You are right, my wife did suffer from leukemia before."

"Since you have even diagnosed this, I must take her to the hospital as soon as possible."

When Wang Wanqiang said these words, everyone was shocked!

It's true... Zhang Fan can actually diagnose the patient's symptoms by combining facial features and pulse, and can even see the medical history!

This is so outrageous that it cannot be explained scientifically!

At this time, the live broadcast room completely exploded. While the barrage was shocked, an academic discussion started.

【What? ah? ah? ? ? ? 】

[Isn’t it? I have studied Chinese medicine for eight years...can Chinese medicine still diagnose me like this? 】

[Oh my God, what a slap in the face. Who did you say was mocking Mr. Zhang just now? 】

[No...Is this okay? Just feel out the tumor, but you need to test for blood diseases, right? Why don't you take a tube of blood and think about it? 】

[Good guy, this is how I write my graduation thesis, let’s see who dares not to pass it by me! 】

[This is not the scariest thing. If Zhang Fan can cure cancer, the medical world will explode. 】

【……】

In the live broadcast screen.

Xiao Ma was also full of surprise. At first, she was still wondering whether classmate Zhang Fan also had a part-time job that was not popular.

Now he understands that this is the unpopular among the popular, the mysterious among the unpopular, and a little evil by the way.

Cancer can be detected by looking at the phase, and even blood diseases can be found...it's too outrageous...

Shocked, Xiao Ma quickly adjusted his emotions and persuaded Wang Wanqiang:

"Brother Wang, you'd better take your wife to the hospital as soon as possible."

"Of course...but..."

Wang Wanqiang nodded, looked at Zhang Fan, and said hesitantly:

"Little brother... before I went to the hospital, I still didn't understand. If my house is not haunted, then what are the strange phenomena I saw happening? I am sure that I am not dazzled and my mind is clear."

"Really? It seems you are sure there is a ghost in your house?"

Hearing this, Zhang Fan actually had a sneer on his face.

The expression is not weird, but in this situation, it looks very scary.

"Yes."

"Since you already know there is a ghost, why are you asking me?"

"Don't ask you... I don't understand it myself, do I?"

Wang Wanqiang looked confused, but Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Is there a ghost in the house, or is there a ghost in your heart?"

"Is there someone's life on your hands?"