Afterwards, the three of them put the boy on the sofa bed, and Zhang Fan began to apply acupuncture on the boy's body using Qi Control Acupuncture. Zhang Fan's movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, leaving Sister Yu and Xiaoling stunned.
In their impression, when old Chinese doctors performed acupuncture, their movements were slow and devoid of any sense of beauty. However, Zhang Fan's technique completely refreshed their understanding of acupuncture.
After about ten minutes, Zhang Fan made a gesture of retracting and exhaled softly. The silver needles slowly floated up from the boy's body and returned to Zhang Fan's silver needle cloth.
In the bag.
Xiaoling quickly ran to her son's bedside, squatted down, and looked at her son with concern. Sister Yu came to Zhang Fan's side, looked at Zhang Fan and asked tentatively: "Mr.
child……"
"It has been cured." Zhang Fan replied.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Sister Yu's eyes lit up and she subconsciously turned her attention to the boy. At this moment, the boy slowly opened his eyes and looked at Xiaoling with blurred eyes. This time there was no expression on his face.
He showed a silly smile and called softly: "Mom...where am I? Why have you aged so much?"
Xiaoling was stunned when she heard what the boy said, and then asked: "Son, what is 9995?"
"194, Mom, why are you testing me for math questions?" the boy asked.
After getting the boy's accurate answer, a touch of ecstasy appeared on Xiaoling's face, and she shouted excitedly: "My son is fine! My son is fine!"
When the boy was in a state of stupidity, he didn't even know how much 11 equals, let alone difficult arithmetic problems like 9995.
As she spoke, Xiaoling stood up, came to Sister Yu's side, shook Sister Yu's shoulders, and continued to say excitedly: "Sister Yu, my son is fine! He's really fine!"
"It's good! It's good!" A happy smile appeared on Sister Yu's face. Sister Yu was also happy for Xiaoling and the boy.
To be honest, even Sister Yu herself did not expect that Zhang Fan could actually relieve the boy and his family from nearly 10 years of trouble in such a short period of time. At this time, in Sister Yu's eyes, Zhang Fan just
It's like a god-like existence.
The boy stood up slowly. When he saw himself in the mirror, the boy was instantly blindfolded and said with surprise: "I...why have I grown so tall? My appearance has also changed."
Oh, this...what's going on?"
As the boy spoke, he subconsciously touched his face.
It can be seen from the boy's series of reactions that the boy had no memory during his illness.
Xiaoling took the initiative to walk up to the boy and narrated the whole process to him. Finally, Xiaoling pointed at Zhang Fan and said: "This gentleman saved you. He is the benefactor of our family. Our family must thank him!"
"
The boy nodded heavily, and then the mother and son walked towards Zhang Fan, bowed deeply towards Zhang Fan, and said with gratitude: "Thank you, sir!"
"Little sir, your kindness to our family is so great that I can't express my gratitude in words. You will be of use to us in the future."
Just ask, we will definitely help you." Then, Xiaoling said sincerely.
Zhang Fan glanced at Xiaoling, then waved to the boy, pointed to the sofa in the living room and said, "Let's go over and have a chat. I have something to ask you."
"Oh, okay." The boy nodded.
After Zhang Fan and the boy sat down together on the sofa, Zhang Fan said straight to the point: "How did you fall into the well?"
The boy glanced at Zhang Fan, thought for a while and then said: "My parents met their friends at the entrance of Sanxuan Hall. While they were chatting, I ran around and came to the mouth of the well.
When I was two or three meters away from the wellhead, I heard a voice coming from the bottom of the well."
Hearing this, Zhang Fan frowned. The boy's experience was very similar to that of the flight attendant and Feng Shengqiang.
"What did the voice at the bottom of the well tell you?" Zhang Fan asked.
"He said you were finally here, and he tempted me by saying that there was something good down the well, and he asked me to go down to get it." The boy replied, "Then, I went to the wellhead, and I struggled to lift the lid on the wellhead.
I took the iron plate away, then leaned down and looked into the well. I felt as if something had pinched my neck, and it suddenly pulled me into the well."
Zhang Fan nodded thoughtfully. Although the owner of the sound at the bottom of the well could not get out of the well, the entire wellhead position was still within his control. Just like the last time Zhang Fan was lying on the wellhead and was almost heard from the bottom of the well.
Attacked with powerful momentum.
"What happened to you after you were pulled down the well?" Zhang Fan continued to ask.
"The moment I fell into the water, I felt a strong pressure. This pressure was not on my body, but more on my soul. I felt like my soul was being bitten by a bloody mouth.
As if paralyzed, my limbs struggled violently under the severe pain. I suddenly touched something and then took it into my arms.
The moment I took this thing into my arms, I felt that the big bloody mouth biting my soul suddenly let go, and I clearly heard the owner of the voice from the bottom of the well let out a miserable howl.
, then he gasped violently and cursed loudly, 'You ruined my good deeds again!'
At this moment, Master Yun Shu suddenly fell into the water, then picked me up from the bottom of the well and rescued me from the well," the boy narrated.
Hearing what the boy said, Zhang Fan nodded slightly. Judging from the boy's narration, the owner of the sound from the bottom of the well wanted to eat the boy's soul, but was saved by the wooden fish. From this point of view, the wooden fish
It has the effect of restraining the owner of the sound from the bottom of the well.
And judging from the abuse of the owner of the voice at the bottom of the well, this wooden fish did more than just ruin the good deeds of the owner of the voice at the bottom of the well.
The owner of the voice from the bottom of the well asked the steward and Feng Shengqiang to go down the well, probably to eat away at their souls.
However, there is one thing that makes Zhang Fan a little confused. According to the perception of humans and spirits in Xuanmen, the Demon God Wood can only help spirits practice. How does it restrain the owner of the voice from the bottom of the well?
"After I was rescued by Master Yunshu, I gave the wooden fish to Master Yunshu, and then went home with my parents. After returning home, I felt that my head always had pains, and there was a feeling that my soul was being torn apart.
I felt it, and then gradually I didn’t know what was going on, until today." The boy continued.