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Ye Gui looked at the man standing behind the fence again, he was extremely terrified.

"You can see it too?" The man leaning against the corner of the next cell said, "He has a deep grievance. He thinks he's wronged."

Ye Gui saw that the ghost man's eyes were bleeding.

"Let's go, let's go. Why should we stay here …" Then, Ye Gui heard the sound of chanting, and the man's ghost disappeared.

Ye Gui held onto the wooden pillar next to the fence as he looked at this strange matter. After a while, the person leaning on the wall slowly moved to the other side of the fence, just a wooden pillar away from Ye Gui.

His legs were broken, and he crawled over from the corner. Both of his legs were badly mutilated, black and red, and now, Ye Gui knew where the smell of rotting flesh came from.

The Lama wasn't young anymore, and there was no beard on his face. From the hair on his head, Ye Gui could tell that the Lama had been here for a long time. Although Qing Dynasty promote lamaism, but Tibetan Buddhism did not spread in Jiangnan, the scope of Red Church activities mostly in the north, Suzhou rarely see the Lama.

Ye Gui asked the Lama: "Did Master also commit a death sentence?"

"I guess so." "Sooner or later, they will not let me go."

Ye Gui had the thought of taking pity on a fellow sufferer.

The Lama suddenly asked, "Are you a doctor?"

Ye Gui nodded his head, "Yes, it's a pity that she died."

"Tell me about it." The lama asked Ye Gui.

Ye Gui told her about the symptoms of Madam Zhou's hygropyrexia two months ago and how he treated her. It was a pity that two months later, Madame Zhou had still died. Steward Zhou had been angered by his mediocre medical skills, so he had denounced him.

The Lama thought for a moment and said, "To tell you the truth, I know a bit about medicine."

Ye Gui said: "You can hear that what I am chanting about is the Inner Canon, I knew that you definitely know medicine." Then he told her about his treatment of Madame Zhou.

"Madame Zhou was not killed by you." The lama listened and said, "You were right about the injection and the medication."

Ye Gui said helplessly: "It seems that my life has ended here, my family has suffered, and there is no one who will uphold justice for me."

The Lama looked at Ye Gui and said, "Give your hand over for me to see."

Ye Gui listened to him and extended his hand out. The Lama held Ye Gui's hand and looked at it from head to toe before he said to Ye Gui: "We Tibetan Medicine have a story, do you want to hear it?"

"If you stay in this prison, what else can you do," Ye Gui laughed bitterly, "There's no harm in listening to you, since you and I are both people who are on the verge of death in this death prison."

"But he is a good man," began the Lama, "and many of the slaves of the toast and the living Buddha, who have no money to cure their pains, go to him, and he does not regard the poor and the rich as people, nor the poor and the slaves as being able to pay for their medicine."

"When my father was still alive, he told me the same thing," Ye Gui said.

"Your father was a good doctor," said the Lama. "I told you the same thing about the Tibetan doctor, but because he didn't have money for a doctor's fee, his family was hard to sustain, and he lived on his wife's few yaks, which were very difficult, a year of snow, and not enough forage, and the yak died of cold hunger, so the Tibetan doctor intended to sell himself to the living Buddha as a slave, in exchange for a bit of money, and leave his family to live with. Just as he was about to do so, an old man came to his door and asked for treatment. The old man was on the verge of death. He told the Tibetan doctor that he had paid his respects all the way to Lhasa, and now that he was more than halfway there, he could not take it anymore. The Tibetan doctor was in a difficult situation. He saw that the old man's condition was serious and he needed an expensive medicine to treat him. The doctor hesitated for a long time, then said to the old man, Wait for me. I'll be right there. So the doctor went to the living Buddha and sold himself as a slave. The money he got from selling his body didn't buy any livestock for his family, but bought some medicine to treat the old man. The old man's condition improved, and he was very grateful to the doctor, so he told the doctor, You are a good man, and I will tell you a way of using the golden finger to soak your index finger in butter for the night, and the next day you will know the benefits. Then the old man took his leave. The family of the Tibetan doctor had lost all hope. His wife and children could only wait until they starved to death. The Tibetan doctor could only go to live Buddha as a slave. However, when the living Buddha found out about the treatment of the elderly, he ordered someone to bring back the contract for the sale of the Tibetan doctor. The Tibetan doctor was very touched. This was the principle of being able to repay kindness with kindness. The doctor remembered what the old man had said and dipped his index finger in butter for the night. From then on, the doctor of Tibetan medicine was very skilled, any patient, in front of him, only needed to touch the patient's illness with his forefinger, immediately healing. The Tibetan doctor has become a famous doctor, but he has always adhered to the habit of not taking the initiative to collect fees and only taking what the patient can pay. Even so, the Tibetan doctor has led a wealthy life. "

Hearing that, Ye Gui nodded his head, "This doctor that you are talking about, seems like he has gotten a blessing in disguise."

The Lama continued, "The story is not finished. Are you not interested in one of the stories? "

"Which one?"

"Goldfinger."

Ye Gui laughed, "This is only a story, how could I take it seriously."

The Lama turned to Ye Gui and said, "Your index finger is the golden finger that only famous doctors can use, so you don't deserve to die."

Ye Gui had put his finger in front of his eyes to look at it for a long time.

The Lama said, "Let's not talk about you for now. Do you know what happened to the doctor?"

Ye Gui said: "I must have become a famous doctor."

"Nope." The Lama shook his head. "I will continue."

Ye Gui suddenly realised something, and immediately asked the Lama: "Is it because Master is treating people that he was informed?"

"No," the Lama said, shaking his head.

Ye Gui saw that the Lama was hesitating, it must be that there was something he couldn't say, so he didn't pursue the matter.

The Lama went on to tell the story of the Tibetan doctor.

Because of Goldfinger, Tibetan doctors have become richer and more famous. Many nobles and even high-ranking Chinese officials have come all the way to see him." The lama continued, "He also didn't live in his old shack, he had gold and silver on his hands, his family had hundreds of yaks, he no longer needed to live in poverty, and more and more people came to see him. Gradually, he began to treat the poor patients less and less, and began to treat the rich first, but the rich also lined up to wait for him. In the end, the poor could only sell their property and seek him out for treatment. He was no longer a doctor who saw all things equally. He had completely forgotten his original intentions for practicing medicine. He believed that it was perfectly justified for him to pay for the treatment of a patient, not to mention that his medical skills were unrelenting. It was not until early one morning, when he saw his servant, who had also raised a slave and carried away a corpse at the door, that he went up to inquire, and learned that there were too many poor people who had come to see him, but had not been treated by him, and had no money for the journey home, and could only wait to die outside his door, and that his wife and children had ordered their servants to carry away those who had died of illness at the door at night, so that he could not see them. When he saw this scene, he scolded his family harshly. Thus, the next morning, he told the servants that if a poor person came in to see a doctor, they must not be kept out of the door. Right after he made this decision, he received an invitation from a Han Chinese. It turned out that Governor Gan Shan was suffering from a strange illness that he was unable to treat. After hearing of his reputation, he came to ask for treatment. The promised reward was very high, much higher than all the rewards he had previously received. The doctor could not refuse and could only follow Governor Gan Shan's envoy to the Governor's Mansion. He easily cured the governor of his malady. On the way home, he used two carriages to drag the gold and silver cloth. He was even richer now, no longer looking down on the poor patients outside the door. No matter how much the patients who were wailing at his door begged him, he remained indifferent and even took the initiative to have them driven away. Therefore, near his home, there were countless sick poor people who died. Those poor people were buried very lightly, many of them were buried for only a few days before the hyenas dug out the corpses and swallowed them. The vultures in the sky also flew over to join the feast. The vicinity of a famous doctor's residence has actually turned into a vast area of unmarked graves, and the magnificent Hidden Doctor's residence is located right in the middle of this unmarked cemetery.

When Ye Gui heard this, he felt a chill run down his spine, and said to the Lama: "If he wasn't a famous doctor, he probably wouldn't have brought so many poor people to look for him from so far away. Those poor people might have died at home after bidding farewell. His sins are too great. "

The Lama nodded. "One day his wife suddenly told him that she had a furuncle in her mouth, and the Tibetan doctor immediately asked if you would accept your slave girl as my concubine, and I would treat you. His wife was shocked. She had not expected that her husband would propose such harsh conditions for her. The doctor didn't think too much and waited for his wife to agree. At this moment, a servant reported that a beggar had arrived. The Tibetan doctor was extremely angry and wanted the servant to chase the beggar away. The servant then said that the beggar had taken a piece of human skin and said that it was a priceless treasure left behind by Phags-pa that year. was a state advisor of the Yuan Dynasty, so of course the items he left behind would be incomparably precious. He immediately left his wife and welcomed the beggar in. The beggar said nothing and handed the human skin over to the doctor. The doctor looked at the human skin and saw a skull engraved on it. The skull was surrounded by nine peonies. On the back of the human skin was carved a gigantic cicada. The doctor then asked the beggar, although this piece of human skin was expensive, but he was not a living Buddha, so he did not need such a powerful magic tool. The beggar then begged and begged, saying that this piece of human skin was extremely powerful and could only be used by doctors. When the doctor heard Zhang Xuan's words, his interest was piqued, and he immediately asked what was so impressive about it. The beggar had said that this piece of human skin, and the skeleton inside was Huang Chang's magic tool from the Central Plains' Song Dynasty. It was able to differentiate Yin and Yang, and then, Phags-pa followed the Mongolian army down the mountain and obtained this skeleton. Phags-pa's greatest regret was not being able to have a showdown with the Central Plains's great shaman, Huang Chang, because Huang Chang had already died at that time. After obtaining the 4 Sentences Yin Yang Skeleton from Huang Chang, he used the human skin of a descendant of the Song Dynasty to inject the spirit energy of the skeleton into it. After that, this person's skin was left to Phags-pa as a tool, and was then passed around for a few hundred years. I heard that the function of human skin, is to treat all sorts of diseases in the world, and also has the ability to revive. Hearing this, the Tibetan doctor couldn't help but laugh. He stretched out his index finger and said that his finger had the ability to do the same. Then the beggar said nothing, but said to the doctor, Your finger is only on you, and when you are dead, the golden finger is gone. But this skin can be passed on from generation to generation. The Tibetan doctor was moved and accepted the human skin — namely, the Yin-Yang Skeleton of the Four Divisions. Then he saw the beggar, who said he had a sore in his throat and was in great pain. The doctor then put his finger in the beggar's mouth, but could not touch the furuncle. The beggar indicated with his hand that it was still at the base of his throat. When the Tibetan doctor deeply probed his finger, the beggar bit off the Tibetan doctor's finger! "

Ah!" Ye Gui suddenly exclaimed.