When a group of people came to Fang's house, they heard the sound of mourning coming from upstairs.
Everyone rushed upstairs and entered a room.
I saw Shen Shuqin and an old lady sitting on the edge of the bed crying hard.
On the bed, there was a skinny man lying on the bed, wearing an oxygen mask. His mouth opened and closed, but he could not speak.
"dad!"
"Uncle-in-law!"
Fang Jiaze, Fang Jiayu, and Shen Xinyi ran to the bed and looked at the dying man on the bed, all crying hard.
"Two months ago, my second uncle was fine, but now it's like this. This is heartbreaking."
"I don't know what kind of disease I have. It's so severe. It tortures a healthy person like this. It's really..."
"I originally thought that the domestic medical level was backward and the cause of the disease could not be found. I would definitely be able to find it abroad. Unexpectedly, I still can't find the cause. What a bunch of quack doctors!"
Fang Jiayu and others were muttering there.
Mu Ruxue and Xiao Zhan also walked to the bed and looked at their uncle on the bed.
"Zhengliang, you have to be strong and get better. You can't leave our family alone. If you leave, how will I live? Zhengliang."
Shen Shuqin's voice became hoarse from crying.
The room was filled with a sad atmosphere.
Mu Ruxue said to Shen Shuqin distressedly: "Auntie, have you asked the Chinese doctor Li Jishi to see it?"
Shen Shuqin nodded: "Half a month ago, when I was in the imperial capital for treatment, I asked Mr. Li to take a look, but Mr. Li took a look and said he couldn't find the cause and couldn't prescribe the right medicine, and he didn't do anything."
"Then I went abroad, but it was the same when I went abroad. I invited many foreign medical experts, but they couldn't find the cause and I didn't know what the disease was."
"this..."
Mu Ruxue was suddenly speechless.
At this time, Xiao Zhan said: "The end of science is theology. Science can't find the cause of the disease. Why don't we find a master of metaphysics?"
As soon as he said this, Fang Jiaze yelled: "Only poor people like you believe in theology. They are all lies. We, the Fang family, are all atheists, so we don't believe in metaphysics!"
"That's right!" Chen Kaibin also glared at Xiao Zhan: "Is it possible that you want Director Fang to drink Fuhuishui?"
Xiao Zhan said seriously: "There are some things that you have never been exposed to, so you cannot deny their existence."
"Just like the witchcraft in Miao and the head-dropping in Nanyang, these are all mysteries. If you are infected by these things, science cannot detect them. Only metaphysics can tell."
"Poof!"
Fang Jiayu laughed: "You must have read too many novels and believe in the existence of witchcraft and head-dropping, right?"
Xiao Zhan sneered: "The frog in the well has no idea that there are many existences in this world that you cannot come into contact with."
In all his years in the Western Region, what kind of characters has he not come into contact with?
Gu masters, head-dropping masters, magic masters, superpowers, all kinds of people have been seen, and their horizons are much wider than theirs.
"If we are the frogs at the bottom of the well, then you are the microorganisms at the bottom of the well. Only you poor people who have never been exposed to science will believe in fictitious metaphysics!" Fang Jiamin said with disdain.
Xiao Zhan was too lazy to talk nonsense with them and said to Shen Shuqin: "I know a Feng Shui master. If you are willing to let me call him, I will ask him to come. If you don't believe in this kind of thing, I won't call him. "
Of course Shen Shuqin didn't believe it.
But Shen Xinyi advised: "Auntie, let my brother call the Feng Shui master to take a look. No matter whether it works or not, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, we must try. We can't give up my uncle's life, right?"
Shen Shuqin was at his wits' end and said, "Then let's call him over and have a look."
Xiao Zhan immediately dialed a series of numbers.
"Shen Shuai, why did you remember that the old man is here?"