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  Zha Wenbin fell ill, from the time he sent that girl to the provincial city and returned, he was already dizzy on the road. By the time Old Xia had struggled to get him home, Zha Wenbin was left with only his mouth still gasping for air.

  First, he had a high fever, then convulsions, and finally started talking nonsense. In our village, there was only one barefoot doctor who used to work as a veterinarian in the production team during the Cultural Revolution. This guy pretended to be serious and said that Wen Bin had caught a cold, and then prescribed a bunch of medicines and even gave him an injection in his buttocks, which nearly cost Wen Bin his life!

  Ever since Cha Wenbin was carried back from the village clinic by Old Xia, he had been in a coma. At that time, there was another woman in my house named Bang Fei. This woman was born to please my grandparents and originally wanted to match her with Old Xia, but unfortunately, Old Xia was just an older brother in her heart. The woman took care of Cha Wenbin wholeheartedly, neglecting even a mouthful of food, until evening when she suddenly cried out loudly - it turned out that there was already a patch of red on Cha Wenbin's pants.

  Lao Xia and Qi Ba Jiao hastily pulled down Lao Cha's pants, only to discover the source of the problem after a careful examination: there was a needle hole on Lao Cha's buttocks, and that needle hole was continuously bleeding. This was already four or five hours after he had been injected with the needle, and the blood had soaked through his pants!

  Everyone saw the color of Cha Wenbin's face turn white, and who knew how this needle hole would not be closed? Old Xia found a car that night and sent Cha Wenbin out. At that time, the doctor at the county hospital thought Old Xia was joking, until the white coat discovered that a can of cotton balls had been used up but still couldn't block the needle hole, he couldn't laugh anymore.

  This is something they can't solve, the needle hole is too small, and talking about suturing is a fantasy. Old Cha was also given some penicillin by a barefoot doctor at that time. At first, he suspected that the medicine was allergic, so he did a skin test on Old Cha's hand, but this guy was fine. After the skin test, the needle hole on Old Cha's hand couldn't be blocked either, and it kept bleeding "gurgling" out. They took some blood for testing, but there were no problems, and the platelet index was also normal. However, he was like a punching bag, and after being pricked with two needles, he couldn't be stitched up again.

  The hospital was also panicked, having been a doctor for a lifetime, it was the first time to see such a patient. Several authoritative people gathered together and analyzed for half a day, thinking that it was still caused by an allergic reaction to some medicine, they were unable to solve it, so they sent him to the provincial hospital overnight again.

  A group of experts insisted on treating Zha Wenbin as an alien, and the discussion about this problem that couldn't be plugged went on all night. By dawn, the gauze by Zha Wenbin's bed was stained red enough to make several Chinese red cheongsam dresses, but the problem still couldn't be found.

  What to do? Old Xia didn't know either. The next morning, several experts brought over a consultation form, and various tests showed that Zha Wenbin's internal organs were all failing at a rate about 100 times faster than normal, rapidly aging. At the time, Americans called this disease "aging syndrome", and domestically there was only data but no solution. Zha Wenbin was sentenced to death on the same morning, and in order to alleviate the financial burden of peasants coming to the city for medical treatment, the hospital kindly issued a death notice: "You take him back, it's better for him to take his last breath at home, there's no point in staying here anymore."

  Lao Xia knelt down and begged one by one, but it was no use. Looking at the final report signed by several experts on the paper, and Cha Wenbin who was dying on the bed with a surprisingly high fever, Lao Xia finally decided to take him back home, if he had to die, let him return to his roots.

  Back home, Old Xia gathered a few younger brothers and went out, saying they were doing something, but in fact he was going to smash the village clinic. That time it was noisy, and for this reason Old Xia almost got arrested for hooliganism. And what about Cha Wenbin? At that moment, Cha Wenbin was lying on the cool mat in Old Xia's room, completely naked, only shouting "hot" from his mouth, while Pingfei wiped away tears with one hand and used cold water to wipe his body and those two small needle eyes.

  Lao Xia's father had gone to Korea to fight in the war, and originally my grandfather didn't believe in gods or ghosts. But he also couldn't bear to watch that familiar child suffer like this. It was a case of trying to cure a dead horse with medicine, so his father went to find some Mr., who had a bit of a reputation locally, living in Huangling Village in our town. I don't know what his name is, only that his surname is Mao, the "Mao" from Maoshan, and everyone calls him Ah Mao.

  What kind of person is Ah Mao? He used to be friends with Lao Xia's grandfather, who was a Taoist priest. In the past, when they went out to make a living, they would form a group and do some cases for people in white dress gatherings. This Ah Mao had partnered with Lao Xia's grandfather before, but I don't know what specific route he took. In the early years, when Lao Xia's father was not on good terms with his grandfather, Ah Mao often came to their home, but Lao Xia's father was particularly hostile towards these people, saying they were just a group of swindlers who relied on deceit and trickery to make a living. Now he is also going to find him to see if there are any unconventional methods.

  Ah Mao was already quite old, and a few years ago he had lost an eye in an accident. When Old Xia's father went to see him, Ah Mao was holding a bundle of hay and cooking porridge on the stove at the entrance, his head bent down low. Seeing that it was Xia Lao Liu, Ah Mao used the yellowish white incandescent lamp to lift out a large tea jug with a loud clang and said: "Come, have some tea, have some tea!"

  Xia Lao Liu looked at the black stuff in the teapot and didn't know what it was, so he pretended to take two sips and asked: "Uncle, how are you doing now?" He used to have a bad temper, but since his son got into trouble, his personality has changed a lot, and he knows how to get along with people.

  The blind man, Ah Mao, with a mouthful of rice porridge, shook his head and said: "Want to go see your dad? Old and useless now. When young, he helped others get rid of troubles, but when old, it's time to pay back debts. A few years ago, a kid stuffed firecrackers into a penicillin bottle and threw it by the roadside, I happened to be walking by and got one eye blown blind."

  "Whose child is this? This is too much!"

  "Whatever." Blind Ah Mao waved his hand and said, "I'm old, it's all fate, can't escape even if I run. My own children don't care about my life or death, where do I have the face to blame others' children? If I must blame someone, blame myself for choosing this profession in the first place, it's all retribution."

  Blind Ah Mao is not a local, he can't speak the dialect of Zhebei either. His speech always carries a strong northern accent, and it's said that he also escaped to this place in the 40s due to famine. Ah Mao has two sons and one daughter. When he was young, he could still earn money, and his children were still able to take care of him. However, over the years, Ah Mao went blind, and his body became weaker day by day. His children began to look down on him, often passing the buck on who should support him. The daughters-in-law would scold and curse every day. Ah Mao has a strong sense of self-respect, so he ended up moving out alone, spending some money to build two small houses. He usually makes a living by telling fortunes or doing other small jobs, but when he gets sick, he can only rely on himself to tough it out.

  "Uncle, I came today mainly to ask you something." As he spoke, Xia Laoliu took out a red envelope from his bosom and handed it over quietly, saying: "I have a nephew who contracted a strange illness for no reason. He was sent back after going to the provincial hospital, and after burning with fever for several days and nights, he became dizzy and confused, but they couldn't find any cause. The doctor said he's aging faster than others. I thought that since you've traveled extensively with my father, you might have heard of this illness or know of a remedy that we could try..."

  Xiazi Amou pushed the red envelope towards Xia Laoliu and said, "You can't pick it up, nor can you take it. I've never seen anything like what you're talking about, but when I was a kid, I heard an old man tell a story that's somewhat similar."

  Xian still really inquired about some news, Xia Lao Liu immediately grabbed the straw like a drowning person and hurriedly said: "Uncle, I didn't mean that, junior just came to see you." As he spoke, he pushed the red envelope forward again.

  The blind man, Ah Mao, swallowed a mouthful of porridge and said: "I have the money to take but not to spend, Liu Er, I'm considered a close friend of your father's. You still think of me, this old blind man, when you have something on your mind, it makes me very happy. Now that I'm old, I'm afraid I won't be able to do much for you anymore. How about this? If you're not disgusted by the old blind man's dirty habits, take me with you to see your nephew. The old blind man may not have any other skills, but he's still good at fortune-telling and physiognomy."

  Like this, Xia Lao Liu took a bicycle to bring back Mang Alang overnight. At that time, Old Summer had already been taken away by the police station. Xia Lao Liu returned home and couldn't help but scold for a while, leaving behind a sentence to let him suffer a bit before taking Mang Alang to check on Wen Bin.

  Blind Ah Mao used the two-piece divination method, a very ancient divination technique that is now extremely rare. He used two pieces of dried calabaza, each about the size of a palm, hollowed out in the middle. After tossing them back and forth on the ground a few times, he half-closed his eyes and gazed at Cha Wenbin on the bed, letting out a "hmm". Then, he reached out to feel Cha Wenbin's palm, rubbing it back and forth without stopping, while using both hands to press down on Cha Wenbin's head, sweeping from the top of his head to his chin several times.

  In about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Blindman Ah Mao had already pulled Xia Lao Liu outside and said: "This child's fate I somehow can't quite see clearly, I want to ask him which family's child he is?"

  "He's an orphan, originally he had a master named Ma Suifeng, Uncle, you know him?"

  "Is that the kid? The one dug up from the grave?" Blind Ah Mao opened his remaining eye wide, stunned for a long time before finally saying: "Heaven's will, heaven's will. So he's Master Ma's apprentice. No wonder old blind man couldn't see through it. Liu Er, I have something to discuss with you."

  "Go on, Uncle, just say it."

  "My several sons are all unfilial, and I, an old blind man, won't be able to jump around for many more days. If I die, my sons won't even bother to collect my body. Can you please speak up and tell the townspeople to bury me? I've already found a suitable spot myself, it's not troublesome, just let them lend some manpower. There are still several hundred yuan in my trunk, enough for them to have a drink after carrying my coffin. You're a respected figure with a big reputation, if you go and speak up, they won't dare to refuse."

  "Uncle, how can you say that?" Xia Lao Liu heard this and felt uncomfortable in his heart. He patted his chest and said: "They won't take care of me, but I'll take care of them. If it really comes to that day, I'll catch each one of them and make them kowtow to you, not a single one will escape!"

  "That's good, that's good." The blind man, Ah Mao, said with a smile on his face as he slowly turned around and returned to Cha Wenbin's room, gently closing the door behind him. He then told Xia Lao Liu, "Wait for a while, I'll think of a way to see if there's any hope for rescue."

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