Then it goes on like this again and again.

  In the morning, I went to chant scriptures in front of the Ling Pagoda at Chenghuang Temple. In the afternoon, I went to Qing Shu Hospital again.

  Mr. Chuyi Shun has been in a coma on the hospital bed, and Fang Xin comes to his room every day on time to recite scriptures for him, with not a single carelessness or slackness.

  When the chanting reached thirty-five times, suddenly opening the heavenly eye to see that the white light was no longer a faint layer as before, but a piece of clear light, round in shape, shining brightly, knowing that the chanting had been going on for a long time and the response had deepened.

  After reading it for the last time, waiting for the white light to slowly disperse, he looked deeply at Mr. Chu Yishun who was still in a coma, it had been twenty-one days, and it was still like this, it seemed that he would not wake up again.

  There was no sound in the room, and after a moment of silence, he went out the door.

  Downstairs again, went to Qian Meng's grandfather's ward, just opened the door, and saw Qian Meng happily welcoming him. Then, with great care, he asked, what flavor of ice cream did you eat today...

  There are four people in the ward now, this is a standard civilian ward. However, there is already a refrigerator in the ward, and the family members of the four have brought fresh fruit, dairy products, and nutritional liquids, with ice cream being the most abundant. At noon and evening, they can even notify the hospital, and someone will make meals for them and deliver them.

  That's just progress with the times.

  Fang Xin read some scriptures, his mouth felt a bit dry, so he asked after Mr. Qian and casually mentioned the card, then saw Qian Meng take out a box of ice cream from the refrigerator, put it on the upper warm layer to heat it up slightly, and brought it over to him.

  "It turns out that Xiaofang likes this brand, I'll ask my son to send more tomorrow." The old man on the opposite bed said with a smile: "The weather has started to get cold, and Xiaofang comes here every day, so he should wear more clothes too."

  There is a temperature control system in the hospital, of course there isn't one outside. This era hasn't reached the level where it can control the entire climate yet.

  "Yes, I will, Old Liu, what does your son do? I see him visiting you every day."

  "My son works in the news industry, and his job is quite enjoyable. His salary is also decent. Recently, his supervisor started a new social section, which he's in charge of, so he's been very busy. However, he's still very filial and comes to visit me every day." said Liu Lao.

  "That's your filial son, but now doing a good social version is not easy!"

  "This is true, but Xiao Fang, you're still young, are you just doing an internship? Are you trying to earn some pocket money?" Liu Lao asked curiously.

  "It's not like that, Fang Ge is a volunteer worker, he doesn't get paid!" Qian Meng hurriedly said.

  "My mother has told me not to worry about pocket money and to enjoy my youth, but I think that while not neglecting my studies, I should also do something for society. However, I don't consider myself a volunteer, after all, I've gained happiness and other things from it." Fang Xin said seriously.

  "Ah, what a good kid, haha, and very happy." Old Liu said with a hearty laugh.

  After chatting for a while, Fang Xin picked up a scripture, and the box of ice fruit had been drunk, his spirit also recovered. He immediately chanted the Cheng Huang prayer scriptures for blessings in the entire room, and as soon as he read it once, red light waves came one after another.

  The mouth is like a divine messenger, and this is how the spirit verifies it!

  The room was filled with an invisible light that could be seen by the naked eye. Fang Xin smiled calmly and continued to chant the scriptures.

  The City God was originally a local god, with complex divinity and the effect of driving away evil spirits and diseases. Although the elderly people present could not see him, they still felt that his voice carried an inexplicable power that made people feel at ease.

  It was dusk again, after thirty-six rounds, and only after finishing dinner in the ward was he sent out of the hospital by Qian Meng.

  Qian Meng was overjoyed, but soon had a melancholy expression. Fang Xing's heart skipped a beat and he asked: "What's wrong? Is there something that's making you unhappy?"

  Qian Meng opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but closed it again and let out a sigh. Fang Xin wanted to continue asking, but seeing her daze, he also closed his mouth. In fact, he had already guessed.

  Qian Ye can get through this difficulty this time, but he is already close to running out of oil and his lamp is dry, and he won't live for many more years.

  Fang Xin's jade Ruyi can help many people, including those who have been wronged, but for those who are destined to die, it is powerless. If one forces the activation of a prayer to change this, not only will it consume a large amount of merit power, but it may also lead to backlash, and in the end, there may not be much merit gained at all.

  He recalled some stories on earth and finally decided not to continue this topic, because Qian Meng had not reached the emotional depth and value that would make him make such sacrifices.

  "Uncle Qian will be discharged from the hospital in a few days, right? Will he still open his store after that?"

  "The doctor advised against working anymore, so Grandpa stopped opening the store." Qian Meng said, not knowing why, with a hint of disappointment.

  "If you have any worries or difficulties, you can tell me. Here is the outer door card of my house. I've set it up and included you in the range of friends, so you can come visit me now. Also, if there's anything you need help with in your studies, I'll give you free tutoring. Study hard these few years, find a good job, and make your grandfather happy." Fang Xin said, handing her a card.

  Qian Meng didn't make a sound, this card was the proof of entering the inner chamber, not a good friend wouldn't give it, holding it in her hand, she suddenly felt very at ease, the dizziness in her heart reduced a lot.

  "Don't be too sad, everything will pass!" Fang Xin said finally, then bid farewell and walked away. Just a few steps later, Yu Ruyi suddenly felt a shock, and his heart was immediately startled.

  He took out the jade Ruyi from his pocket, and the golden light of merit on it was flowing. He immediately turned back, looked up straight, and already understood in his heart. He hurriedly walked back.

  As expected, just one minute later, another message arrived. Upon looking at it, it was indeed from the hospital where Mr. Chu Yi Xun was staying in his ward: "Mr. Fang? May I ask where you are now? Can you immediately rush back to Ward 8, Room 395?"

  "Alright, I'm just downstairs, I'll be right there." Fang Xin said immediately, he hastily got on the elevator and went straight up to the ward.

  Upon arriving at the ward, I heard someone outside asking: "Mr. Chu Yishun, are you determined to do so? What will be left for your children?"

  "Of course, no need to say that those three bastards, used to only ask me for money, thought I had no more money, and directly left me in the hospital. Although I was unconscious, I still knew." An old man's voice said weakly.

  As they walked in, a man who was obviously a doctor and a lawyer who appeared to be a witness were recording the old man's words. It seemed like he was making his will.

  The old man had woken up, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, his face flushed red, clearly a sign of returning vitality. Seeing him enter, his eyes lit up: "Ah, monk, you've come! You're the one who chants scriptures for me every day? I didn't expect you to be so young!"

  "Following the will of Hou Tu and his mercy, I have come. May I ask, sir, do you need me to pray with you to Hou Tu?" Fang Xin said, what he asked was actually the final ritual, everyone knew that.