My village can't be like this

Chapter 540 The girl with strange disease
The next morning, Zhang An, who was still sleeping, suddenly felt that his nose was itchy, as if he was about to sneeze.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Xiao Siqi was sitting on him, stroking his face with his chubby hands.

Maybe it was because he was too tired when helping Damingzi's family the day before, or maybe he hadn't worked such a strenuous job for a long time, so he slept very soundly last night, so this morning he didn't wake up early in the morning like usual.

When he opened his eyes and his sleepiness faded away, he found that it was already past eight o'clock in the morning. At this time, Su Ying had probably started teaching the students in school.

Even if I said yesterday that I would get up early and take my son out to practice, I completely forgot about it.

In the end, it was Xiao Siqi who climbed onto the bed and woke him up, which was like rebelling against Tiangang.

"Hey, you are very energetic. Let dad take you out to vent later."

Zhang An looked at his son who was having a lot of fun. Even though he got up late, he had no intention of letting him go.

Although it is already past eight o'clock, which is already considered sunrise in the village, it is not too late.

After washing up, Zhang An held little Siqi in his hands, took off the cloth shoes made by Wang Fang on his feet, and then found a pair of lightweight shoes for him to put on.

"Mom, let me take Qiqi out to play for a while."

Worried that Wang Fang would not be able to find her grandson later, Zhang An said hello to his mother before going out.

Although Wang Fang's novelty of raising a grandson has faded a bit now, little Siqi is still the treasure in her palm.

Wang Fang was picking peppers in the vegetable garden at this time, and was going to pickle some chopped green peppers to eat later.

Hearing Zhang An's words, he didn't even raise his head, he just hummed to express his understanding.

As soon as they went out, Xiao Siqi hugged Zhang An's legs and refused to leave.

With the tacit understanding between father and son, Zhang An knew that this guy was cheating on him again and didn't want to walk, and wanted him to carry him on his shoulders.

Ever since Zhang An asked him to put him on his shoulders to ride a horse last time, the little guy has become addicted. He usually feels uncomfortable when Zhang An holds him, so he wants Zhang An to put him on his shoulders and ride a horse.

"Okay, enough riding on the big horse, come down and walk by yourself."

When they got to the bridge, Zhang An put Xiao Siqi on the ground. He was originally meant to let him out and move around more, and he would definitely not be carrying him all the time.

Although the village road leading out of Zhang An's house is a stone road, it is not smooth.

Because country roads paved with gravel and bluestone are definitely not as good as paved cement roads.

Little Siqi's walking is not very stable now, and the stone road is uneven. If it gets bumped, he will definitely fall.

But the bridge is different. When the road at the entrance of the village was built in the past, the road from the entrance to the bridge was all cement and very flat.

A few years ago, when there were few people, the grain drying ground was not enough. Some people in the village even moved their family's grain to the road to dry it.

However, as more people have entered the village in recent years, they no longer occupy the roads to dry food.

Little Siqi, who was put on the ground, guessed that he was not satisfied with riding a big horse yet, so he stood there and looked at Zhang An with an angry look on his face.

It looks like I won’t leave until you let me ride the big horse.

If it were a daughter with a few little pearls in her eyes, she would definitely raise her hands in surrender.

Therefore, Zhang An will not compromise. To be a man, you must develop your character from an early age.

After all, the character development of the generation born in the 1990s and 2000s is too important. If you don’t pay attention, boys will become effeminate, which is definitely not okay.

And even if Xiao Siqi loses his temper, Zhang An doesn't feel guilty at all.

Because he knew his son well for a long time and was not afraid of Monkey King flying out of Tathagata's Five Finger Mountain.

After Zhang An walked to the middle of the bridge, the little guy was still standing there, obviously getting angry.

"Hey, you are so angry. Today I will let you know what it means that a son cannot defeat me."

Zhang An immediately grabbed a bunch of grapes from the space, picked one and shook it at the little guy, then put it in his mouth and ate it.

Sure enough, the little guy was getting angry, but when he saw the grapes in Zhang An's hand, he immediately ran towards Zhang An.

The angry look just now has been thrown away thousands of miles away, as if it was nothing.

His foodie temperament has long been well controlled by Zhang An, and it works every time.

When he came to Zhang An, the little guy couldn't speak yet, so he could only hold Zhang An's legs and point at the grapes to express that he wanted to eat them.

"If you want to eat it, then give it to daddy and he will give it to you."

The little guy had just finished getting angry. Zhang Anke had to check his temper, otherwise he would have to be lawless when he grew up.

But as a child, adhering to the principle that if you have breasts, you are a mother, whatever you say is what you say, and Zhang An immediately squirted in the face.

Seeing this, Zhang An didn't want to push any further and broke off a grape and put it in the little guy's hand.

Because the grapes in the space were too big, the little guy held them like plums and could only eat them in small bites.

In this way, Zhang An took his son and ran back and forth on the bridge many times with a bunch of grapes.

Little Siqi, who was spoiled by Wang Fang, was not willing to walk so much on weekdays, but today he had no choice. It was just because the grapes were so delicious that his little tail was caught by Zhang An, a bad father.

While the father and son were having fun on the bridge, a black car drove down the stone pass.

Zhang An immediately took his son to the side of the road. Although the bridge was very wide, you should never rely on others for your safety.

The black car came to the bridge and stopped in front of Zhang An.

"Hello, I would like to ask you how to get to Sanqing Temple here."

The car window rolled down, and a well-maintained woman who should be slightly older than Wang Fang stuck her head out and asked Zhang An.

"The Sanqing Temple is on the mountain in the bamboo forest over there. You must be believers here to offer incense, and you are here so early."

Adhering to the principle that visitors are guests, Zhang An enthusiastically pointed out the location of the Taoist temple to them.

As the number of tourists in Changqing Village increases, Sanqing Temple in Zizhulin becomes more and more lively.

Many tourists from outside will go to Sanqing Temple to burn incense after entering the village. There are even some people who live far away who don’t come to Changqing to play at all, but come directly to Sanqing Temple to offer incense.

Because some people these days believe in Buddhism and God, they often go to many temples to attend meetings.

Although the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty is not among the Buddhist sects, some people will come.

So when the other party asked about Sanqing Temple, Zhang An regarded them as people of faith who came to the temple to offer incense, because in the past two years, many people have asked how to get there.

"Thank you, little brother. In fact, we heard that there is an old Taoist priest at Sanqing Temple here who has a wonderful rejuvenation, so we came here to ask him to help with medical treatment."

Because she had received the guidance, the woman thanked Zhang An politely.

Hearing what the woman in front of him said, Zhang An already understood, because next to the middle-aged woman, there was a woman in her early twenties. Although she was in her prime, her face was pale and colorless.

Women are prone to anemia, and looking like this is probably due to a hidden disease.

"So that's it. However, the road to Guanli is not accessible to vehicles. You can only walk up the mountain, so your car can only be parked in the village. There is our village's parking lot in front, you can park inside."

However, although the road to Zizhulin has been widened a lot, it is still only a small road. Even horse-drawn carriages may not be able to pass it, and even cars cannot pass it.

Moreover, the road was paved with bluestones, so even if the car could pass, it would definitely not be allowed to pass, so Zhang An reminded him again.

As for the parking lot in the village, it is the area opposite Dongli Courtyard that Zhang Jianwen originally used for Zhang An to plant kiwi saplings.

In recent years, as the number of tourists has increased, more and more people have come by car, and many tenants in Dongli Courtyard have cars at home, so Zhang Jianwen decided to use that area as a parking lot.

In this way, vehicles from outside can also be prevented from driving directly into the village.

"Okay, let's park the car here first, but we are not familiar with the place. Although brother, you just told us how to get there, I am still a little confused, so can you please take us there. "

The woman's face was slightly troubled. Although Zhang An gave them directions, she was still a little worried.

"That's fine, it's nothing to do anyway. Just park the car and I'll take you there."

Xiao Siqi has been practicing for a long time today and is almost ready, so Zhang An agreed to the other party's request.

It just so happened that Xiao Siqi had not been to Sanqing Temple yet, so I happened to take him there today to meet Heizi on the mountain.

Only when the other party parked the car and came over did Zhang An clearly see the appearance of the three of them.

Although the woman is about the age of a mature lady, she still looks charming and looks like the hostess of a wealthy family.

The pale woman who was being held by her side, although her face was pale and very weak, it was not difficult to tell that she looked like a lotus, but her figure was very thin and thin.

Although the other party didn't say anything, Zhang An could tell at a glance that this girl was the woman's daughter.

Apart from some similar outlines, only such a mother could give birth to such a beautiful daughter.

Behind them was a middle-aged man who never spoke. He was driving just now. He thought he was their driver. This made Zhang An even more sure that the man was not an ordinary person.

After crossing the bridge and turning into the path of the purple bamboo forest, Zhang An led little Siqi in front.

"This is your child, brother. He doesn't look very big, but he can actually walk on his own, and he walks so steadily. He should be about two years old."

While walking on the road, Xiao Siqi followed Zhang An step by step. The woman was very surprised to see this.

She had mostly seen such a big child in the arms of adults, but at this moment, little Siqi was following Zhang An like a little adult.

"Haha, this is my son, but he won't be one year old until September."

Zhang An was very happy when he heard a stranger praise his child for the first time. Now he could feel the feelings of other parents.

"Ah, it's actually less than one year old. I thought it was more than two years old."

The woman was even more surprised when she heard that little Siqi was less than one year old. In her mind, a child who was only a few months old should still be breastfeeding.

"Hahaha, many people say that, but he was born with a good physique and developed earlier than other children. He weighed almost nine pounds when he was born. His mother suffered a lot because of him."

After walking for a while, the little guy reached his limit. Zhang An picked him up, put him on his neck, and continued to let him ride the big horse.

The little guy occupied his father's shoulders again, and his laughter was as clear as a bell.

During the subsequent journey, Zhang An learned through conversation that the woman's name was Mei Jingya, and that the pale woman was indeed her daughter named Yan Qian.

Zhang An was now considered half a doctor. As he became more familiar with him, he couldn't help but ask about the situation.

Mei Jingya didn't mean to hide it. Just as Zhang An had expected, Yan Qian, a girl, did have a hidden disease.

Normally, Yan Qian just looks like a normal woman with a very poor physique and a very weak body.

But whenever he gets sick, he rolls his eyes and speaks incomprehensible words, and no one can understand them. He seems to be a different person, as if two people are fighting for the same body.

After the illness is over, Yan Qian will fall into a coma and it will take a while before she wakes up. This time is not stable. Sometimes it takes an hour or two, sometimes it takes half a day.

In rural areas, to use some popular words, it's like being possessed by something dirty.

The most important thing is that the time of each onset is not fixed. A person may be fine one moment and start to get sick the next second.

Yan Qian's family is indeed not an ordinary family. Although Mei Jingya did not elaborate, the meaning is very obvious.

Over the years, their family took Yan Qian everywhere to seek medical advice, whether it was a large hospital or some local doctors, and they never stopped, but there was no improvement at all.

But even so, Yan Qian's family did not give up.

Every time they heard from others where there was a better doctor, they would immediately take Yan Qian there to look for him.

It was the same this time. A friend of Yan Qian's father told their family that there was a Taoist priest named Zhang Yixing in Changqing who was very skilled in martial arts, so they immediately brought Yan Qian over without saying a word.

However, Yan Qian's grandmother was ill when we set off, so only Mei Jingya came with her daughter.

After hearing this, Zhang An searched in his mind for similar cases, and found that only the symptoms of epilepsy were somewhat similar to this, which is what everyone calls epilepsy.

But Zhang An quickly denied it. Although epilepsy is difficult to cure, it is not impossible. Even if it really cannot be cured, it can at least be suppressed.

But Yan Qian's family has visited so many hospitals or doctors over the years, but nothing has relieved her at all, so it must not be a simple symptom of epilepsy.

(End of this chapter)