Six Extremes of the Evil Spirit

  The atmosphere in this ward is slightly gloomy. The director sat there, and with an old man lying on the bed who was half-dead, the pressure was huge.

  Li Chao led the way, smiling and introducing: "Director Wang, this is the friend I told you about. Don't look at his young age, he's a genuine inheritor of traditional Miao medicine."

  "Good...good..." Director Wang's physique was quite robust, and he stood up politely to talk to me, but his handshake was ordinary, clearly not having high hopes for me. "You've worked hard, young man."

  Judging from his accent, he's from Shandong province. This middle-aged to elderly man in front of him must be the magical director who helped him solve his household registration problem. After all, he owes him a favor, so he might as well help if he can.

  "Also thanks to Director Zhou for helping me with a household registration book." Fang Xian shook hands very sincerely.

  The old man lay in bed, with an IV needle inserted into his hand, his lips constantly trembling and groaning, possibly due to a headache or the side effects of excessive medication, anyway he was having a very unpleasant time.

  It's clear what's going on here. Fang Xian just pretended to diagnose for a bit, then exchanged a look with the director and walked out first.

  The director nodded and let Li follow closely behind him to the door of the ward.

  "How was it?" Although the director knew the result, he still had to ask.

  "I won't say more, this illness is definitely incurable. With medication, it might be possible to hold on for about three years or so, but the old man will never be able to get out of bed again."

  "Alas..." The director shook his head in distress, "I've run to several big hospitals, and they all say the same thing. The old man is suffering..."

  Fang Xian coughed and said: "I do have a way to make the old man suffer less, but I'm afraid... this life won't last for three years."

  "Oh?" The director's eyebrows lit up, "How long can you hold on?"

  "For a whole year." He held up one finger, "But this year, the old man didn't need to take any medicine and couldn't feel any pain. He could do everything an ordinary person could do."

  "... Bureau Chief was momentarily speechless, not because he didn't know what to say. Mainly, Fang Xian's statement was too preposterous, and it was hard for people to believe at the time."

  Just then, Tian Ming and his wife came over, supporting each other. Their footsteps were very urgent.

  The sky was bright with a red glow, holding a sheet of paper in his hand, his body trembling, the middle-aged man's tears welled up in his eyes: "Fang... Fang Xian... blood test... everything normal!"

  Yang Qi was already in tears: "Thank you...... thank you..."

  He smiled calmly and casually swept his sleeve: "Heh heh, that's enough, cherish your lives."

  "Thanks for your help, it all happened so suddenly that I didn't even have time to prepare my thanks... Tonight, Qianqian and I will go home and tidy up, tomorrow we'll come visit you to express our gratitude! Such a great kindness, I don't know how to repay."

  "Come on, come on, don't be polite, or you'll be reported for illegal medical practice by certain people."

  Dr. Li was choked for a moment and couldn't speak.

  "I'll go with Yang Qi first, see you tomorrow." Tian Ming bowed again to thank him before taking Yang Qi to complete the discharge procedures.

  The director had been watching from the side, apparently. This scene was Fang Xian's divine doctor saving people successfully. Seeing the patient leave, the director asked Li Doctor: "Doctor Li, what disease does this man have?"

  Dr. Li swallowed hard, his world already turned upside down: "Blood... cancer..."

  The director's body shook, and he looked at Li Kai with an unbelievable gaze: "......just like that......cured?"

  Dr. Li held the test results with trembling hands: "Yes... it's like this... cured."

  The director was very clear that the doctor would never help Fang Xian lie. The iron facts were in front of him, leaving no room for doubt.

  "Wait a minute, young man. I'll go in and discuss it with the old master." The director's expression was resolute. He turned around and went back to the ward.

  Outside, Li Kai and Fang Xian stared at each other blankly.

  "Cough..." Li Kai couldn't help but ask tentatively, "Teacher, is this the unconventional bone marrow transplant method that ignores matching degree?"

  "You say that, maybe it means this: there are many ways in our old Miao family, I can only do them, but even I myself can't explain."

  Li Kai couldn't help but exclaim: "Even if I saw it with my own eyes... I still can't believe it, this is too incredible... Master Physician, do you have time recently? Let's discuss how to combine your acupuncture techniques with modern medicine..."

  "No chance, don't expect me to make money from this." Fang Xian waved his hand, "The core of my medical skills is Gu. Selecting and refining Gu is a long process, to be honest, the cost of this one Gu is not much less than your bone marrow transplant."

  "But... at least in theory, they can have a mutually reinforcing effect." Li Kai felt as if a large door had suddenly opened up before him. "Fang Sheng, I didn't believe in these things either at first... but after witnessing them with my own eyes, I realized the wonders of these ancient Daoist practices. I hope to work hard to understand and study them."

  "Just studying?"

  "Hehe......" Li Kai scratched his head, embarrassed. "Of course, this belongs to medical patents now. If we can research and develop it into a product that can be used to save people, that would be even better. I think there's still great potential for exploration in this area."

  "Not everything can be studied and figured out. We must respect life, or else the Gu will lose its power."

  Li Kai felt a chill run down his back.

  "This... this is my card." Li Kai handed over his business card to Fang Xian, "If you're interested, we can discuss it anytime. There's a tumor conference this weekend, I can introduce you to attend."

  Just then, the director came out again and looked at Fang Xian, nodding his head very firmly.

  Fang Xian casually dealt with Li Kai and then went back into the ward.

  Li Chao exclaimed in surprise: "Xian Ge... I heard you just treated a patient with blood cancer?!"

  Lao Miao Yi smiled: "It wasn't me who cured them, it was they themselves who were cured. I'm just a messenger of life."

  Fang Xian deeply felt that it was not good to practice the spell so loudly, this was a technical secret after all and couldn't be leaked out casually. He let Li Chao and the director wait outside while he practiced the spell himself.

  The Gu used for the old master is called Quanquan, which is not troublesome to use. The effect of using Quanquan Gu is also simple and clear: it uses scorpion venom to permanently numb a person's sense of pain. After taking this Gu, the person who has been poisoned will no longer be able to feel pain. This Gu is one of the six absolute Gus of the Lao Miao family - "Absolute Pain Gu". The other five absolutes can respectively cut off a person's "sight", "hearing", "taste", "smell" and "desire". The Six Absolute Gus are a very extreme and ruthless type of Gu, which can harm a person for their entire life. They are generally not used lightly.

  It's still the same old saying, using anaesthetics to numb the pain of a dying elderly person. This is not a bad thing.

  After refining the Gu, it has turned into a complete white color all over its body, this color is absolutely painless.

  The old man didn't say a word from start to finish, perhaps his head hurt too much and he had no other thoughts.

  Fang Xian held up the gu and came before him: "Old man, have you thought it through? With this one gu, you'll be left with at most a year of life, a real and true year of life."

  The old man nodded with his eyes closed. A soft voice like a silken thread came: "Come on... even if you can stand up for just one day."

  A ghost possessed him, and Fang Xian closed his eyes again, muttering to himself: "Little scorpion, don't put this account on my family's head..."

  After a while, the old man's eyes gradually widened, his mouth stopped trembling, and his mind cleared up. He no longer felt that splitting headache.

  The pain is gone. The old man felt much better. He propped up his body, pulled out the needle for the intravenous drip, and shook his body, wanting to get out of bed and stand up.

  Hurry up and hold on tight.

  "Don't move!" The old man's face was flushed with anger, his expression ferocious. "Let me go myself!"

  The director and Secretary Li outside heard the old man speak up and hastily pushed open the door to come in.

  The old man stood up with the help of his bed and took a few steps forward, revealing a long-lost smile: "Good... good! I'd be willing to walk for just one day!"

  The director was overjoyed. He hastily went up to support the old man and walked out: "Let's go, let's go! Let's take a walk in the garden!"

  "Go!" The old man kicked away his wheelchair and followed his son-in-law out.

  Li Chao was overjoyed. He gave Fang Xian a big bear hug, almost kissing him: "Brother, you're awesome! Indeed, it's another case of 'the pole is erected and the shadow appears' - instant results! Alright, alright, I'll go report the good news to the director first."

  As he spoke, Li Chao took out his phone and called Director Fang. When he heard that the old man could stand up and walk with spirit, Director Fang was also delighted.

  Hang up the phone, Li Chao patted Fang Xian: "Brother, you're lucky, the director is inviting us to dinner tonight."

  "Huh?" Fang Xian instinctively rejected this matter, "Forget it, I don't know what to say."

  "Hey!" Li Chao laughed loudly, "I'm here for you! I'll tell you, this opportunity is a good one to take advantage of. You want to do business, right? When the time comes, I'll put in a good word for you and Director Fang will nod in agreement, your business will be a success."

  "Just help me say it and we can skip dinner."

  "It can't be avoided!" The Shandong director came in again with his father-in-law, already almost crying from joy. "Divine doctor, if you don't drink this toast, it would be impolite to everyone!"

  The director first helped the old man put on his clothes, then hastily rummaged through his pockets and managed to scrape together a dozen banknotes. He patted his head and scolded himself: "This is all the money I have on me... Wait for me, I'll thank you properly tonight."

  "No, it's not for money." Fang Xian hastily pushed back.

  "No way! Don't thank me, I'm not at ease in my heart!" The director firmly pressed the banknotes into Fang Xian's hand. "There are still medical expenses for treating illnesses in hospitals, aren't there? Can't let you work for nothing."

  The old man is full of energy, and the director is also excited, a refreshing feeling comes up, and all kinds of people are calling each other brothers with big knives and broad axes.

  Li Chao quickly arranged the discharge procedures and the car, and then quietly booked a private room for dinner in the evening. The secretary was indeed capable, and everything was well-arranged.

  Fang Xian was thus dragged into a private room in a certain restaurant in a muddled manner.

  Two directors sat side by side, with the old master in the main seat, Fang Xian and Li Chao sitting together. The dishes on the table were quickly served, presumably also arranged by Secretary Li earlier.

  The two directors were on one hand speaking kindly to Lao Yezi and on the other hand praising Fang Xian, what a wonderful thing.

  The old man was most excited and wanted to get up and have a couple of drinks with Fang Xian, but was immediately stopped by everyone.

  "Now it's just to make you feel no pain in your body, but the illness is still there. In daily life, you should still avoid smoking, drinking, greasy and spicy food..."

  As he was saying this, the old man had already snatched a Chinese cigarette from his son-in-law and lit it up.

  "It's been many years since I've given up on life, even if I die now it doesn't matter." The old man had gone through all sorts of hardships and clearly had become indifferent.

  The directors saw the old man like this and didn't want to stop him, so they just let him be for the rest of the time.

  Then there were cups and chopsticks crossing, the two directors occasionally chatted about things from their youth, mixed with current personnel changes in the circle, completely not treating Fang Xian as an outsider.