Daming Taoist Medicine

Chapter 9 Prosopagnosia, No Lacrimal Glands

Yang Fan suddenly squatted down, patted the ground, and said seriously, "Don't shake." Then he staggered towards the mourning hall step by step.

Zhu Qingshan made a gesture to help, but was pushed away by Yang Fan and said: "A man can't suffer a little setback and wants to be helped. I am a man, and I will not help anyone."

Zhu Qingshan has seen too many drunk people, but Yang Fan is the funniest one he has ever seen, but seeing Yang Fan leaning against the wall, he firmly said: "I will not support anyone, I will support the wall."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhu Qingshan asked his doubts, "Do you know who assassinated you and your grandfather?"

Yang Fan suddenly raised his head, leaned against the bamboo wall, and slowly slid down.Sitting on the ground with a sad face.

"Two months ago, grandpa rescued a seriously injured Jianghu master. His life was hanging by a thread and was in danger. Grandpa spent a lot of effort to revive him, but he left quietly before he recovered. He Not long after we left, another master came to the island and said that the enemy we saved him was his enemy. He drew a knife and killed him without any explanation. Fortunately, the man was not good at martial arts and was sent away by grandpa. This time I happened to I went out to collect herbs, and when I came back, I saw someone was going to kill my grandfather, so I really don’t know what other inside story it is.”

Zhu Qingshan: "Do you know their names? Do you remember their looks?"

"I am a doctor who is obsessed with medical skills. I dream of becoming a great medical man like Hua Tuo, Li Shizhen, and Zhong Nanshan. I can eliminate disasters and diseases, and I can hang pots to help the world. Tell me, otherwise I won’t inquire. I have never made friends with Jianghu people. I always think Jianghu is a huge scam. What you know may not be what you know, but what others want you to know. So... …I don't know the names of the killers, nor their nicknames.

Zhu Qingshan didn't know who Hua Tuo, Li Shizhen, and Zhong Nanshan were. Maybe they were the great ancient doctors written in the ancient medical book.I just feel a lot about the sentence "Jianghu is a huge scam. What you know may not be what you know, but what others want you to know."

It can't help but remind him of the place where he was born and raised, it's really treacherous and changeable, intriguing.

Qinglian couldn't help asking: "Then do you remember the appearance of the murderer?"

Yang Fan smiled sadly: "Actually, I am sick, a terminal illness that I have been born with."

See, the words of a drunk person can also make people dizzy.

"I have face forgetfulness, also known as face blindness. I don't know if it's because I've seen too many corpses. I can't always distinguish faces. When I saw you today, I might not be able to tell them apart on the street. It turned out that it was you."

Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian couldn't help being surprised, there is such a disease in this world?No wonder Yang Fan had weird eyes when he looked at Wang Yuanwai, no wonder he was groping for his bag and not looking at his face when he was asked to check the corpse.

Qinglian jokingly said: "Then your child is going to the market with grandpa, wouldn't you want to lead the wrong grandpa?"

Yang Fan chuckled and said, "You think I'm stupid, it's true that my eyes can't distinguish faces, but I can tell them based on temperament, demeanor, and voice."

Qinglian then asked: "Then if we meet again in a strange place, will you still recognize me?"

Yang Fan looked at Qinglian seriously, and said uncertainly, "It should be possible!"

Qinglian: "Should it be possible?"

Yang Fan said: "If I see you in Yaokou Town, ten miles and eight villages, I will definitely recognize you."

"Why?"

Yang Fan: "Because there is no better-looking face than you in a hundred miles around."

Qinglian: "Slick tongue."

Yang Fan: "There is another way, so that I can recognize you wherever I go."

"any solution?"

Yang Fan: "Let me smell your body fragrance."

Qinglian couldn't help but blushed embarrassingly, and cursed: "Speaking is open, glib."

Zhu Qingshan couldn't help asking: "Then can you recognize me in a strange place?"

Yang Fan said firmly, "Yes."

Qinglian joked: "Why, my son's face is one in a thousand?"

Yang Fan said: "You are the only one with a pretty face like mine."

Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian couldn't help laughing, and Yang Fan also laughed along with them.

I am not afraid that the flatterers are educated and skilled, but I am afraid that the flatterers are honest and speak righteously.

Zhu Qingshan said with a smile: "The most irrefutable compliment is this kind of drunken talk with your own words attached." Seeing Yang Fan's smile gradually stretched, looking at the mourning hall from time to time, Zhu Qingshan comforted: "I want to cry Just cry, why bother holding back."

Yang Fan suddenly sang loudly: "It's not a sin for a man to cry, it's not a crime to taste the long-awaited tears." Then he said with a bitter face: "I have happiness, a smile, pain, and sadness, but I have no tears alone. .I can't remember other people's faces, and I can't vent my sadness. Some people always think that turning off the tears will not cause pain, but I can tell you with absolute certainty that the people who don't have tears are the most painful. Because they can't vent, they hold back You'll vomit blood at the end."

It was only then that Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian remembered what happened to the red dots next to the kneeling seal.

Zhu Qingshan patted Yang Fan's shoulder, and said lightly: "Since you don't know who your enemy is or what he looks like, then forget about these experiences."

Yang Fan shouted: "I don't, I can remember the details, I know the killer has scars on his face, I know he has tattoos that look like wolves and dogs on his arms."

After finishing speaking, he lay on the ground, murmured softly, and fell asleep.

"I want revenge! I want to avenge grandpa! To...revenge..."

(End of this chapter)