Chapter 555

In the next few days, although Xiao Chen didn't go to see it, there were ashes floating in the distance, and he smelled the burning smell.

Xiao Chen knew that it was the dead villagers who turned into ashes under the burning of firewood and were sent by their families to the mountain near Yang Jiazhai for burial.

These days, the voices of those practices can be heard late in the evening. If it is not for not disturbing the rest of those patients, the Taoists of these practices may have to sing until dawn.

Generally speaking, these Miao people are more traditional in this regard.

Xiao Chen didn't go to see it.

On this day, Xiao Chen just got up to wash, then went to have breakfast and looked at the patients. He saw two Miao people coming to him in a hurry.

Xiao Chen looked at the look of these two people and thought what had happened to them?

However, Xiao Chen couldn't understand the local Miao dialect they spoke.

"I don't understand what you said. I'll take you to the village head." Those cadres in the village don't read much, but they know how to speak Mandarin, so they can communicate.

After finding the deputy village head Yang, Xiao Chen asked, "village head Yang, what's the matter with them? Is there anyone who is sick and infected with the plague?"

"Dr. Xiao, someone is uncomfortable, but it's not the plague. There's something wrong with an old man Yang who collects rags in the village. He's a ghost."

Ghost upper body?

In broad daylight?

"Village head Yang, what's going on? Let's go and have a look first. "

Now those villagers in the village know that Xiao Chen not only has powerful medical skills, but also knows magic. In fact, the so-called magic is that little brother Yang saw Xiao Chen burning Fu to lead the way that day.

In fact, Xiao Chen knew that what he knew was not a spell, and he didn't understand it when he talked to ordinary villagers.

The two uncles and nephews of village head Yang and old man Yang followed him to an ordinary family over there. Now there are several Miao people here.

These days, because those other dead Miao people were buried, many Miao people didn't sleep well, just because they heard the sound of doing Dharma at night.

Now Xiao Chen is here. It's his first time to come to Miao village here. Basically, houses are built of stone, wood and bamboo, as well as some stilted buildings.

These houses have some antique feeling, but they are easy to encounter fire. In case of fire, they are afraid to burn down in a fire.

"Dr. Xiao, the seventh master is here." According to the seniority, this old man Yang is the seventh uncle and seventh master of this pair of uncles and nephews.

However, old man Yang is still unmarried. He is now in his fifties. He usually collects rags. Recently, it is because of the plague that he did not leave Yang's village to collect rags.

I didn't expect this to happen now.

Xiao chenjin went into the small yard and then into the small living room. The small living room is a room. Now the old man Yang is inside.

"My seventh uncle is inside." Said the middle-aged man.

Xiao Chen opens the curtain cloth. Xiao Chen sees a man with dark skin and black hair lying there.

It's not right to look at each other.

Xiao Chen first felt his pulse, then looked at the other party's face through perspective, and a layer of black gas shrouded under the impression of the other party's face.

As the saying goes, when the Yintang is black, there will be a disaster of blood.

Now the bloody disaster of the old man Yang didn't happen, but from the other party's pulse, I'm afraid he was frightened.

"When did it happen?"

"Just last night."

"Why didn't you tell me last night?"

Xiao Chen sat there. It can be said that the situation of the old man Yang is similar to that of Wang Xiao, but the situation of the old man Yang is certainly not as serious as that of Wang Xiao.

"He had an accident last night. He shouted and said that we didn't know he had an accident until we saw Yang Laowu."

Originally, all the villagers in Miao village lived in the isolation area. After all, before the source of infection was found out, it was better to manage them alone with other patients in order to ensure the improvement of the plague infection rate.

But recently, I began to relax, especially these days, to deal with the things behind the dead villagers.

Unexpectedly, the old man Yang was greedy when he passed by the place where Yang Laowu lived, because he heard that Yang Laowu and others made ten or twenty thousand from cutting trees, but he died before he spent any money.

There is no doubt that the money must be hidden in Yang Laowu's house.

In this way, the old man Yang, who is usually used to collecting rags, saw that there were no other people around him, so he quietly entered the place where Yang Laowu lived and was ready to look for a good look inside.

Unexpectedly, when he came out, he was as scared as crazy.

"See Yang Laowu? Isn't he dead? " Village head Yang asked.

There is no doubt that what the uncle and nephew said was that old man Yang had gone to hell, or went to the place where old five Yang lived last night.

For these Miao people, this is what they believe very much, and this is what scares them.

"You don't have to worry. I can treat this uncle's illness."

When Xiao Chen came, he brought the little gossip mirror with him, right there in his backpack.

At present, the uncle and nephew are not allowed to move the old man yang to other places. However, let him open the window so that the outside sun can shine in and the wind can blow in.

Xiao Chen doesn't like those cloudy and wet places. In addition to being bad for people's production environment, such places are also easy to attract unclean things.

"Dr. Xiao, is this really treatable?" Village head Yang asked.

"I just checked the old uncle's condition. He really encountered something unclean and his soul was frightened, which led to his madness. Of course, it was found that it was OK to treat him at the beginning. If it took a long time, I'm afraid he will become a mania, that is, the so-called patient with Shenjing disease."

"Dr. Xiao, do you treat it quickly?" Said the uncle and nephew hurriedly.

Yang Laohan is alone. Except for the care of his brothers and younger generations, he is actually better than Yang Laowu. If he is not ill, he will be fine. If he becomes neurotic at that time, I'm afraid no one can take care of him so patiently.

"I'll get the silver needle and sterilized alcohol first. You wait for me here." Xiao Chen came out of old man Yang's house.

Back to the tent, I met old Tang.

"Xiao Chen, what's the situation?"

"A Miao man saw some unclean things. Now he is in a crazy state. I'm going to treat him."

Old Tang didn't expect that there were these things.

When Xiao Chen returned to the tent, he picked up his little gossip mirror and put it in his pocket. Then he asked the female nurse for a pair of silver needles and a bottle of sterilized alcohol, and then he and Tang were ready to go to the Miao village.