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Chapter 121 Cave Girl
"Then you come with me first." The old Chinese doctor pushed the glasses on his face and asked Aunt Luo to lead Huang Miao into the yard.

Zhang Wanmo dragged me into the crowd of spectators, and then gathered around the door to watch the excitement.

"Can you still walk like this without eating for four days?"

"Who knows, I'll starve to death if I don't eat a meal."

"Hahahahaha."

Listening to the chatter and jokes of the onlookers, my eyes remained motionless on Huang Miao.

The old Chinese doctor asked Huang Miao to sit on a stool in the yard first, then opened her eyes, and took a picture with a flashlight.

From my side, I can just see that even if Huang Miao's eyes are facing the flashlight directly, he is still motionless, feeling like a puppet, without feeling at all.

"Your symptoms are called 'wandering souls' in traditional Chinese medicine, and in metaphysics, it's called the disease of losing one's soul."

"What?" Aunt Luo was dumbfounded when she heard this.

"Soul-lost disease? Could it be that the soul is lost?"

"Why do you still believe this at the end of the year?"

"Isn't that what Divine Doctor Wang said?"

"This is not the first time I have encountered this kind of situation. According to the method of the older generation, have you called the soul?" The old Chinese doctor asked Aunt Luo who was on the side.

"Call, call." Aunt Luo came back to her senses at this time, "Genius doctor, can my daughter be saved?"

"Oh, let me try." The old Chinese doctor ordered his apprentice to bring a set of silver needles.

"Master, this wandering soul disease was just called out before, how sure can you be if you haven't called it back?"

"No matter how sure I am, I will give it a try. Don't look like this girl is full of energy. In fact, she has already decayed inside. If she doesn't get treated early, she won't live for a few days."

As he said that, the old Chinese doctor took out the silver needles and carefully inserted them into the acupuncture points on Huang Miao's head one by one.

After the insertion, the old Chinese doctor took a step back just after wiping the sweat off his forehead.

Seeing Huang Miao's reaction, she began to cry pitifully on the spot.

"Yes! There is a response!"

"As expected of a miracle doctor!"

"That's it!"

The surrounding voices started to become noisy, almost covering Huang Miao's cries.

Ten minutes later, Huang Miao was still crying. Everyone saw that something was wrong. How could this girl cry so much?

"Miaomiao? Miaomiao, look at me, am I my mother?" Aunt Luo grabbed Huang Miao's hand, but Huang Miao still cried herself, without any reaction.

When Aunt Luo was about to shake Huang Miao, she was stopped by the apprentice of the old Chinese doctor, "Hey! Don't move around, she still has silver needles on her head!"

The old Chinese doctor stepped forward and asked a few words, but Huang Miao didn't give any response, only crying non-stop.

No way, the silver needle on Huang Miao's head was taken off again.

As soon as it was taken off, Huang Miao stopped crying and returned to the indifferent appearance at the beginning.

"Our Chinese medicine practitioners can't treat this disease, so go back." The old Chinese medicine practitioner shook his head, told his apprentice to pack up the silver needles, turned around and walked towards the next patient.

"What can't you see? Why can't you see it! You said you are a genius doctor, I think you are bluffing!" Aunt Luo was also very angry, and she stood up with Huang Miao, "I don't believe it! Chinese medicine can't see it, Can’t western medicine see it?”

With that said, Aunt Luo turned around and left with Huang Miao.

"Hey! Auntie, you haven't paid the registration fee yet!" The apprentice of the old Chinese doctor chased him out.

"What registration fee? You want to ask me to charge you even if you don't get well? Damn!"

"Hey you!"

"Okay, let them go." The old Chinese doctor stopped his apprentice.

"Master, you are just too kind."

"There are only a few days left to live, forget it."

Zhang Wanmo and I exchanged glances, then left the small yard.

"How is it? Did the soul in Huang Miao's body change just now?"

"Yes, the soul twisted a little bit, and there was no movement behind it."

"Go, keep following."

The western medicine Aunt Luo mentioned is the largest public hospital in BJ.

Public hospitals are not as casual as the old Chinese doctor just now. They have to go to register first. After this series, Aunt Luo is exhausted.

According to the suggestion of the nurse at the front desk, Aunt Luo was referred to a neurology department.

Fortunately, there are relatively few people in this department, so Huang Miao's name was called after a while.

After Aunt Luo brought Huang Miao in, Zhang Wanmo and I waited outside, not daring to approach.

When they came out, Aunt Luo was already holding a stack of bills in her hands, and they were checked one by one, first blood, then B-ultrasound, and finally CT.

"Is this equivalent to a whole set of physical examination?" Zhang Wanmo saw from the side.

I don't know much about these physical examinations, so what Zhang Wanmo says is what it is.

After finally checking, it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

Among them, ct lined up for two hours.

"What? Autism?" Aunt Luo's voice was so loud that we could hear it even standing outside the door, "Impossible! My Miaomiao is definitely not autistic! We were fine a few days ago!"

Hearing this, the doctor spoke, and the voices arguing from both sides were too noisy to be heard at all.

When the sound disappeared, Zhang Wanmo quickly led me to a corner.

I saw Aunt Luo walking out with Huang Miao with a dark face, and threw the inspection list into the trash can when she passed by.

"Let's go, it's time for us to play." Zhang Wanmo said, looking at Aunt Luo's back.

Aunt Luo took Huang Miao and was sitting on the flower bed at the entrance of the hospital wiping tears. This dejected look couldn't be compared to the look she was showing her teeth and claws in the hospital just now.

"Aunt Luo? What's the matter with you?" Zhang Wanmo asked pretendingly.

"Xiao Zhang? Xiao Chen? Why are you here?" Aunt Luo asked, wiping her nose.

"We seemed to see you wiping tears here in the car just now, so we got out of the car and came over to ask you what happened, and if there is anything we can do to help."

"Hey! What can you two young people do to help?"

This Aunt Luo directly told her everything about her in the Chinese medicine clinic and the hospital just now.

After speaking, she began to wipe tears again.

"Aunt Luo, it's like this. You know what my parents do. Those who do their business are usually inherited from their fathers. I just heard you say that, and combined with a sister Huang Miao situation, I have come to a conclusion and you can see it right.”

"What conclusion?" Aunt Luo stopped crying, blinked her eyes, and looked at Zhang Wanmo curiously.

"Is Huang Miao the girl from Luohua Cave you mentioned?"

As soon as these words came out, Aunt Luo's face changed completely, and she acquiesced.

"I've also heard about Luohua Cave Girl. After being selected by the gods, she can live no more than five years at most. Huang Miao's current situation is even more serious. It's hard to say whether she can live past five days."

(End of this chapter)