The sweet mourning beauty and the King of Hell are killing each other like crazy in the world

You said you haven't been home for a year, and she said you were arrested last year.

You said that you run a supermarket and manage the delivery of more goods. She can tell you that you are selling outside every day.

Just remember, don't let the Littlefoot Detective Team influence you.

The you in your eyes is not the real you, and the you in the eyes of others is not the real you either.

What you see in others is the real you.

You still think that what you are doing in business and shopping malls is called intrigue, you are stupid, you are stupid.

The calculations between relatives are really insignificant, as if they are vast and misty.

Taking advantage of relatives, flattery, scheming, vanity, ambition, and unruly behavior are terrible.

Their gossipy fantasies are shallow and conformist.

This group of people's vanity and comparison for power are beyond your imagination.

They meet awesome relatives, have super high emotional intelligence, and can get everything they want.

They themselves are a little better than others, they are arrogant and mean, so ambitious, knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and never give up.

Some relatives even started to practice fortune-telling, and even took action overnight.

On the surface, these people have no desires and desires, and they hate evil as much as they hate their enemies. Their faces are as pure and pure as corpses. They use fake and fake hearts to cover up the cold, cold and heartless stone hearts in their hearts.

In fact, relatives should really put aside the mess of society.

What do you want to do in your life?

The mortal world cultivates the mind, and the bad fate refines the love.

In the eyes of all living beings, Buddha is a living being, and in the eyes of Buddha, all living beings are Buddha.

If we can get together, let's get together. If we can't get together, let him go.

Don’t cultivate yourself in the eyes of others, what will you get back home?

What you return home is the peace of mind in your heart, rather than just crawling out of the graveyard of the world of mortals. What you return to is the refining furnace of your family.

I read it carefully and thought to myself, isn't what Gu Yichen wrote a bit too much?

Forget it, no matter how much it is, I forwarded it directly to Wang Hui.

Wang Hui's cell phone rang "Ding!"

She received the WeChat message I sent

She stretched out her pale fingers with bright red fingernails and swiped the screen.

The more he looked at it, the bigger his eyes got. Then he raised the phone and started dialing: "Well, come here, I'm at the Fushou Pavilion Paper Making Shop."

I was frightened by her behavior. Could this elder sister have received my WeChat message and reported me?

Do you want to report me for cheating money or something?

But after thinking about it, I wasn't worried anymore because I hadn't confiscated her money yet.

"Haha, Sister Huihui, who are you calling over?" I asked quickly so that Gu Yichen could prepare early.

"It's my brother. I asked him to send my sister-in-law here." Wang Hui explained, while trying to nuzzle me again, but then she probably remembered that I didn't like her being like this, so she sat back on the sofa.

A minute or two later, a man in his thirties took a woman's hand and pushed the door open into the store. "Wang Shuai, Xiaomei, come here quickly. This is Master Xiaoyang who is the best in our area. Come here quickly and let Master Xiaoyang take a look." Wang Hui stood up and reached out to grab Xiaomei's hand.

The one named Xiaomei kept hiding, "No, no, I don't want it."

Gu Yichen frowned, and his voice reached my heart, "Tell Wang Hui to stop dragging her, Xiaomei's door to hell has opened."

"Sister Huihui, stop dragging Sister Xiaomei, her door to hell is open." I quickly stopped Wang Hui.

"Ghost door? I just said that she was followed by ghosts, but Wang Chao still disagrees. Her mother died in a car accident a few days ago, and she couldn't accept this fact. After being rescued and revived from coma, her consciousness was not very normal." Wang Hui glared at Wang Shuai fiercely.

"Ask me about Xiaomei's specific performance." Gu Yichen asked me to ask.

"Then what specific performance did Xiaomei have?" I asked Wang Hui, but to be honest, I couldn't see any ghostly energy in Xiaomei.

This is very strange.

"She stays up day and night, has an expressionless face, and keeps repeating words like 'no, no, no' all day long. She refuses to see people and doesn't even eat." Wang Shuai explained to me anxiously, but Sister Xiaomei Always wanted to leave.

Her expression was that of a wronged child.

"She is not being followed by ghosts. This is a real illness, schizophrenia. The essence of schizophrenia is a ball of phlegm that is disturbed by fire, and symptoms such as confusion and mania will appear. As for the medicine box, the key step is to keep it 'Ghost gates'. According to the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, there are 84,000 'ghost gates' all over the surface of the skin. These 'ghost gates' are the channels through which our body communicates with the outside world, and are also the key to our body's defense against external evils. So for schizophrenia , it is necessary to rejuvenate the mind and calm the heart, relieve heart fire, activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and regulate the body as a whole, otherwise it will happen over and over again, which is not good." Gu Yichen is a person who understands medical principles.

When he said this, I had no doubts.

After all, I didn't see any ghostly energy in Sister Xiaomei, and I think her soul is intact.

I relayed Gu Yichen's words to their family intact.

But Wang Hui disagreed when she heard it, "Momo, Wang Shuai took Xiaomei to the General Hospital. The doctor there asked Wang Shuai to send Xiaomei to a mental hospital, saying that she was mentally ill. Wang Shuai and I didn't want to Send Xiaomei to a mental hospital. So I'm looking for doctors and medicine everywhere. You're right, you can give her a treatment."

Since Wang Hui said this now, I know that what Gu Yichen sent on WeChat just now is probably right.

"I can't cure this. For schizophrenia, it's actually just a bunch of blood congestion blocking the brain. The famous doctor Zhang Zhongjing said that it can be cured. Or to put it another way, it means that the body's immune system is paralyzed. In Chinese medicine, it means that the body is a mess. The acupuncture points are opened, coupled with the high mental pressure, it gives evil spirits an opportunity to take advantage of it, just like a virus in the computer. You need to calm down and stop thinking about anything. First, acupuncture, and then use drugs to assist you and proceed slowly. treat."

"The basic idea of ​​diagnosis and treatment is: patients with Xiaomei have strong internal fire, heavy phlegm and dampness, and severe blood stasis. They mainly focus on venting heart fire, removing dampness and removing blood stasis. They need to find a reliable traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and let them go to Hui Chuntang. Doctor Yan, Doctor Yan can perform the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate."

I relayed Gu Yichen's words to Wang Hui, Wang Shuai and others.

Wang Hui nodded repeatedly, and I recommended the location of Huichun Hall to Wang Hui on WeChat.

Wang Hui directly transferred a red envelope of two hundred yuan to me.

I accepted it immediately.

After the three of them left, I immediately closed the store door.

"Brother Yichen, I can't tell you why. Although Wang Hui is very warm to me and a very nice person, I just don't feel close to her. Why do you think this is?" I looked up at him, hoping he would give me an answer.

After all, I still have a lot to ask him that I can’t figure out.

This is the easiest opening question.

He was also relaxed, "Because people have smells, and Wang Hui has a smell of dust, so of course you can't deal with her magnetic field."

"Brother Yichen, are you going too far when you say that?" I think he is more prejudiced against Wang Hui than I am.

"It's not too much. You have to believe in science. I studied medicine, and she smells of gynecological diseases. And it can be seen that she has been engaged in the custom industry before." Gu Yichen looked serious. (End of chapter)