Live fortune telling: too accurate a fortune teller becomes a public enemy in the mysterious world

Zhong Li looked at him and asked: "Did you use such a scientific method to revive him? His soul has drifted further and further away. If he doesn't get it back as soon as possible, once contact is completely lost, even if the Great Luo Jinxian comes, We can’t save him.”

"you......"

Doctor Wu pointed at her, shaking with anger.

Seeing that she couldn't make sense, she turned to Mr. Gong and said: "Mr. Gong, we understand your hope that your grandson will wake up soon. We doctors also hope that the patient will wake up soon. But no matter how anxious we are, we should not use it. This kind of feudal and superstitious behavior affects the life safety of patients."

"Mr. Komiya just passed the critical period yesterday, and his life is now at its weakest. If you do this, you will really kill him. In short, as Mr. Komiya's attending doctor, I don't agree with you torturing him like this. "

His attitude was firm, and Mr. Gong was a little embarrassed for a moment.

Zhong Li glanced at Gong's struggling eyes, took a step back and said nothing.

After all, this was a big deal, and the decision was in his hands.

She was just someone who was asked to help. There was no need for her to rush forward before he made up his mind.

Mr. Gong glanced at the attending doctor who had an unhappy face, and then at Zhong Li who was calm and composed at the side. It was related to his grandson's life, and he was a little hard to make a decision at this time.

After a moment of silence, he looked up at Gong Zhendong, who was lying on the hospital bed.

A flash of bright yellow on the chest of the person on the bed instantly attracted his attention.

He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he really felt that his grandson's breathing seemed to be more powerful when he was lying on the bed.

The old man took a step forward, and when he saw that the bright yellow was a talisman, he was shocked.

For a moment, he had the answer in his heart.

"Dr. Wu, I strongly believe in the technology and strength of your team, but as a family member, I still hope to have one more treatment option. This time, I want my grandson to give it a try and let Master Zhong use her Please give it a try and see if you can create miracles. Please understand our feelings as family members!"

"Mr. Gong, you are betting on Mr. Xiaomong's life. I don't think this kind of superstition is behavior that can make Mr. Xiaomiya wake up. If you insist on doing this, then I have to tell you with regret, I still don’t agree with patients taking risks.”

"If you still don't stop, I will resign as Mr. Komiya's attending physician, lead my team, and withdraw from Mr. Komiya's disease course plan."

He looked at Mr. Gong seriously and saw that he had made up his mind. He shook his head helplessly and left the ward with other medical staff.

After the group left, Mr. Gong held Qian Jiale's hand and stepped forward and asked, "Master, how do you need us to cooperate?"

Zhong Li looked at Qian Jiale and saw him nodding, then said: "Old man, it seems that he is the closest to you. I need to take a small amount of your blood as a guide, and I also need something that he often comes into contact with."

"In addition, I came in a hurry, and many things need to be delivered. Don't let strangers in here, so as not to affect the aura. Two o'clock in the afternoon is the time when the original Yang energy in his numerology is at its peak. I need you to be there. Help shout out the soul on the side."

There were nearly three hours before two o'clock in the afternoon. Zhong Li was afraid that he was getting too old and wouldn't be able to hold on any longer, so he asked Qian Jiale to take him to the next door to rest first.

She herself glanced at the ward, opened the curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows, and pushed the bed gently to a place where a little sunlight could shine.

He had been lying on the hospital bed for too long, and he had lost some of his soul protection. Let him absorb a little sunshine, which would be good for his soul to rise to the sun.

After Xiao Chen received her call, he immediately drove to deliver everything to help.

Qian Jiale asked the five-star hotel to deliver food. After a few simple meals, they began to decorate the ward.

At exactly two o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Gong entered the ward in a wheelchair. His legs and feet were not good, and he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on for a while, so he simply asked the nurse to push a wheelchair for him.

He had placed the greatest hope on Zhong Li. Now, he was a little excited and a little nervous. After entering the door, he carefully asked Zhong Li: "Master, what do I need to do now?"

Zhong Li gave him a comforting look: "Now I just need you to put some blood in the bowl. For the rest, you'll be here when I call you again."

Qian Jiale pushed him out of the room and cut his palm open with a fruit knife. The blood kept flowing out. Qian Jiale used a small dish to collect more than ten milliliters before bandaging him.

Mr. L nervously pushed his hand away and said, "Is this blood enough? How about more?"

Qian Jiale couldn't laugh or cry: "Grandpa Gong, Zhong Li just wants your blood to be mixed with other materials to draw talismans. It's not like he wants to drink your blood to quench his thirst. This much is enough!"

"Okay, okay, you are young, help me keep an eye on it, and make sure your cousin wakes up."

In the room, Zhong Li placed a purple sand incense burner under the hospital bed.

The ancient paintings brought from the study were hung above his head.

The bed next to it was covered with soul-summoning talismans.

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."

The bell rang at two o'clock. Zhong Li waved his hand, and the curtains automatically closed tightly, making the ward instantly dark.

"Xiao Chen, do what I say, take off his shirt now."

Zhong Li picked up the blood bowl brought in by Qian Jiale and poured it into a portion of cinnabar powder.

After stirring the willow sap, she raised her hand and injected a drop of the spiritual water formed by the spiritual energy in her hand.

"Black Rat Pen!"

"Here comes the pen! Here it is!" Qian Jiale hurriedly helped hold the brush.

Zhong Li reached out to take it, adjusted his breathing, and his whole demeanor changed drastically.

Qian Jiale unconsciously looked sideways. Although she still had the same gorgeous face, she had lost a touch of charm and gained a hint of cold fairy aura.

Zhong Li calmed down his breath, raised his hand, dipped the black rat brush in the mixed juice, and drew runes on Gong Zhendong's back.

Xiao Chen didn't understand metaphysics, but after seeing her draw a lot, she also recognized a few familiar talismans and asked: "Sister, isn't this the soul summoning talisman? Are you trying to invite a ghost for him?"

Zhong Li glanced at him and kept moving, "This is indeed a soul-inviting talisman. In his case, he doesn't know how far his soul has drifted. The best way is to ask the ghost who has recently come into contact with his soul to bring him back. .”

"But once these lonely ghosts take over, will they still be willing to leave his body?" Qian Jiale asked worriedly.

After spending so much effort, he didn't want to bring back a fake cousin.

Xiao Chen chuckled and pointed to the top of the hospital bed with his left hand. Qian Jiale followed his finger and saw a jade gourd hanging down from the ceiling, directly facing Gong Zhendong's head.

"Boss Qian, don't worry! This jade gourd is a new soul-collecting weapon made by my sister. I don't know anything else, but it's very easy to collect a kid."

"Really? This thing can't be disposable, right? When you're done with it, can you lend it to me for a while?" He touched his chin, looked at the jade gourd, and made up his mind.