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The three burst into laughter, Wu Dong only felt that he was hugging left and right, extremely happy.

Suddenly, another person interrupted their happy time. A little girl ran over while sobbing, "Uncle …" Uncle... Help... My Dad... My dad is dying... Please... "Save him …"

Wu Dong stopped moving.

How could he let a little girl run out to ask for help when he was sick?

However, since someone was asking for him, he decided to take a look.

He looked at the little girl and asked, "Where is your home, quickly take me there!"

Jiang Xue took a few pills from the shelf and followed Wu Dong. Li Ziruo stayed behind to look at the shops.

The little girl ran quickly as she brought Wu Dong and Jiang Xue into a small district.

Doctor Li, who hadn't gone far, also joined in the fun.

They entered the corridor, but before they could go upstairs, it was already filled with people. A door on the right of the third floor was wide open, from which came the sound of wailing.

The little girl ran in front, crying as she ran: "Mommy, Mommy! …" Woo … "I've found a doctor …"

The residents of the pavilion all looked at Jiang Xue and Wu Dong with surprise. Some of them recognized them.

"Dr. Wu, Doctor Ginger, you have to help this family!"

An old lady supported her walking stick.

"How many big hospitals have the Jianhong Family seen? Let alone curing them, we can't even tell what the root of the problem is. Can a doctor from a small clinic take good care of it?"

"What disease is this!?" That's evil! "

"Young doctor, you don't know your place. You just want to join in on the fun."

"That might not be the case. You haven't heard others say that people learn ancient Chinese medicine."

"None of the doctors will do, I think."

As the two of them walked upstairs, they also heard quite a bit of discussion. Some people spoke sarcastically, while others prayed for the family.

The Chinese were very interested in watching the commotion, and were very interested in discussing it. The originally not very spacious corridor was packed full of noise.

It wasn't easy for Wu Dong and Jiang Xue to squeeze their way up the stairs, and the moment they entered the door, a pungent smell filled the room. This smell was mixed with the smell of urine, food scraps, and the musty smell of clothes and furniture.

The little girl who cried out for her mother was only seven or eight years old. Her parents should be in their prime, but the situation inside the house was like that of an old man living with no one to take care of him.

Wu Dong turned and said to Jiang Xue: "Wear the mask, this disease can become contagious."

"How do you know?"

Hearing his words, Jiang Xue took out two Disposable Masks and put it on the two.

"If there was a sick person, the family wouldn't be in such a mess."

He turned his head to look at the guests outside and said: "Just now you heard from them that this family could have been possessed. It indicates that there are symptoms of delirium or psychological changes in patients. "

He kicked the trash at his feet. The room had not been cleaned for at least half a month.

"The fact that the family is able to endure this environment means that the senses of the entire family are deteriorating."

Jiang Xue looked at the residents outside the door and finally understood why they weren't willing to help from the door.

The smell was too bad.

A heart-wrenching cry came from the direction of the bedroom. A man's voice shouted, "Scram! You all want to kill me! "

The voice was full of energy.

The little girl opened the door and the two of them entered. The already pungent smell from the moment they entered the room became even more pungent.

Wu Dong and Jiang Xue couldn't help but cover their noses and frown.

A woman with disheveled hair was lying on the bed holding down a man who was foaming at the mouth.

The man's mouth was covered with the remnants of the food that he vomited, and there were marks of incontinence on the bed sheets.

The man's lower body was paralyzed, but his upper body was still twitching on the bed. He kept mumbling to himself, but his eyes were still white. He looked delirious and delirious.

The woman pressed down on him with all her might, but he was like a man on electricity, still shaking.

"Epilepsy?"

Jiang Xue said hesitantly when she saw the man's symptoms.

"Zong Fu Ma, zong Ming Ma!"

the man shouted from the bed. It was local dialect, like Northern.

Wu Dong and Jiang Xue had never heard of this dialect before, but they could still hear that it was a swear word.

"If it's epilepsy, then he's the first patient in the world to talk during an epileptic seizure."

Wu Dong laughed by the side.

Epileptic seizures can lead to loss of consciousness, eyes, ears, and mouth.

However, the man on the bed was full of vigor even though he had white eyes.

Wu Dong walked to the side of the bed, grabbed the man's wrist, and checked his pulse.

The disheveled woman on the bed finally reacted and discovered the other people outside the room.

The little girl walked up to the woman and said, "Mom, mom, this is the doctor I called."

The little girl was still sobbing, tears streaming down her face.

Wu Dong reached out and restrained the man's head, and the man rolled his eyes, staring straight at him with his clear black and white eyes, that gaze was extremely terrifying, as though he wanted to bite Wu Dong like a wounded beast.

The woman on the side stammered out, "Be careful!..." He … "Biting."

Wu Dong glanced at the woman, and saw that her hand had traces of being bitten, and there were new wounds on her old wounds.

"Let go of me, I'll handle this."

Wu Dong stretched out his hand to first restrain the nerves in the man's head, to ease his nervousness. Then, his hand slowly slipped onto the man's shoulder, and his thumb dug into the man's shoulder. The moment the nerves here went numb, the man would no longer have the power to continue tormenting others.

The man relaxed and finally stopped struggling.

Jiang Xue walked over and helped her bandage her wound.

The man on the bed also gradually quieted down.

The woman couldn't help but cry as she held the little girl. She was only in her early thirties, but her current appearance was even worse than the beggars on the street.

Jiang Xue also walked to Wu Dong's side and looked at the man on the bed with him.

"Is it mania?"

Jiang Xue guessed from the man's symptoms.

Wu Dong shook his head and flipped open the man's palm. The man started to get restless again.

He turned around and explained to Jiang Xue: "He's from the Western Mountain and works in the forest. She's been sick for more than three years."

"You can even tell that?"

Jiang Xue looked at him with both surprise and curiosity. "Look at his palm, you can tell this much just by listening to his voice."

Wu Dong shook his head again and pointed to the picture on the man's bed.

It was a picture of a man standing in front of a forest, smiling. Underneath the photo, the date and location were written, along with the words "Remembrance of work".

Next to it was a young font: "Daddy, quickly get well."

That was what the little girl had hung up to encourage her mother, and it should have been the most recent one.

From this, Wu Dong was able to deduce everything.

Jiang Xue laughed self-deprecatingly: "I thought you had suddenly become Holmes!"

Wu Dong looked at the woman who was hugging the little girl and did not say a word.

The woman's eyes were glazed. Not only was she shocked, but her mind seemed to have been damaged.

He knew that the man's illness had infected the woman, and that the woman was becoming more and more stupid, and that there was no strength left in the house to clean up.

That was why he became like this the moment he entered the door.

Wu Dong said to Jiang Xue, "The patient has been sick for more than five years. It's not epilepsy, it's not hysteria, it really does look like being possessed. "