Several lamas came in a hurry. One lama held the hand of the Tibetan who fell to the ground and recited scriptures. The other lamas asked about the situation.
When they learned that this Tibetan was suffering from advanced cancer, several lamas couldn't help but shook their heads, showing compassion for the common people.
These Tibetans firmly believe that the sacred mountain is more effective than hospitals, and even more effective than herbal medicine. This is such a sad thing.
These lamas live near the Holy Mountain all year round. They know better than anyone whether the Holy Mountain can cure diseases. If the Holy Mountain can cure diseases, why do they need hospitals, Tibetan medicine, and herbal medicines?
Of course, it’s hard to tell whether these patients who come to the Holy Mountain are terminally ill and don’t have much time left. The Holy Mountain is their last hope. If a person is about to die and has some hope in his heart, how can these lamas bear to expose it?
Seeing these lamas shaking their heads and sighing, other Tibetans who were sick and came to pray couldn't help but feel sad.
It seemed that the sacred mountain could not save their lives, and for a while, a feeling of loss and misery spread.
When Qian Bin, Chen Yudan and other rich second generations heard this, their expressions did not change much.
"Hey, poverty is the original sin. Now, cancer is not really incurable. Hong Kong Island has developed a special drug a few years ago, and it is not expensive, only hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands." Qian Bin said lightly.
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"Although the cancer-specific drugs in Hong Kong are effective, I heard that some cancers have developed drug resistance. Those drugs in Hong Kong need to be taken several times more to be effective," Li Pengcheng said.
"Then just spend more money. I think half a million is enough. It's not like no one around me has had cancer." Sun Xin said.
"That's right, that's right, poverty is the original sin. I don't think these people can afford even 50,000 yuan, let alone 50,000 yuan." Chen Yudan also said.
The words of this group of second-generation rich people are just like the comments of "why not eat minced meat", which are ignorant and shallow. They have lived in fine clothes since they were young, and can spend hundreds of thousands on a trip to a nightclub, but they don't know that some people spend their whole lives.
You can't make that much money.
It is not because these people are lazy that they are poor. On the contrary, these people are more diligent than anyone else, but they can endure hardships and have enough food and clothing, but they cannot make people worry-free when they get sick. For most people, hard work is equal to poverty.
cheap labor.
"I hope the Holy Mountain can really eliminate diseases." Xiong Yali looked at the Holy Mountain with a gloomy face and whispered.
When Mo Hai saw this scene, he sighed slightly in his heart. After birth, old age, illness and death, the world of immortality cannot be escaped. Mo Hai's current state of mind and compassion will still exist.
"Uncle, lend me your kettle." Mo Hai suddenly said.
The old man standing next to him came out of his daze and quickly gave Mo Hai his kettle.
The kettle was empty. Mo Hai took the kettle and went directly to the small stream of the Holy Mountain to get snow water.
When the old man saw this, he didn't think much about it. He thought Mo Hai was thirsty and looked down at his grandson. His grandson looked a little pale and his condition had not improved.
"Hey, Holy Mountain, please show mercy and save my grandson. He is still young." The old man shouted in his heart, with a sad expression.
When Mo Hai was fetching water, he blended several body tempering pills into the water. At the same time, he quietly drew a disease-repelling charm and blended it into the water.
After Mo Hai fetched the water, he came to the lamas, who were about to give away the medicinal tea in the copper pot.
"Masters, why don't you add some snow water flowing down from the sacred mountain? I believe that seeing these simple people being tortured by illness, the sacred mountain will be heartbroken. Maybe it will melt its divine power into the snow water and drink some.
I hope this snow water can eliminate diseases." Mo Hai said with a smile.
The lamas were slightly startled and looked at Mo Hai. Regarding Mo Hai's request, which was not excessive, they finally nodded and agreed without saying anything.
"Add less. This snow water is cold after all. Drinking too much is not healthy." A lama said.
Mo Hai smiled, added the snow water in the kettle to several copper kettles, then walked to the old man and returned the kettle to the old man.
The lama began to pour herbal tea to the hundreds of worshipers. Of course, there were not so many bowls. Basically, one person drank it, and the next person continued drinking. The Tibetans did not dislike it, and they treated the lama's alms with great respect.
Miraculous medicine, don’t want to waste every drop.
Qian Bin and others also saw what Mo Hai did just now, but they didn't pay attention to it, but laughed at it.
"That boy, it's really funny. He lied to people with high-sounding words. Adding some snow water can cure the disease, so why do you need a doctor?" Chen Yudan said amusedly.
"He probably thought the patients were not sick enough and added some snow water to stimulate them. Those lamas actually listened to his nonsense and said that the snow water cannot be drunk unless it is boiled." Qian Bin also sneered.
However, Qian Bin and others saw something unexpected not long after they had finished ridiculing Mo Hai.
Those who had finished drinking the herbal tea suddenly became restless, their faces glowing red, and they became energetic. Even those who were seriously ill and weak, couldn't help but stand up, and turned around in surprise, as if they didn't understand what happened to them.
Suddenly I felt energetic.
The cancer patient who was dying and screaming just now stood up directly in front of everyone. Not only was there no pain in his face, but he was also full of satisfaction and comfort. His expression was very similar to those enjoying a hot spring bath.
The person’s demeanor.
At this scene, not to mention Qian Bin, Chen Yudan and other rich second generations, even the lamas who were giving away medicinal tea could not help but be slightly surprised.
When did their herbal tea have such powerful miraculous effects?
However, they didn't pay attention and continued to give alms. Soon, they came to Mo Hai. Of course, Mo Hai stopped drinking. So many people had drank from that tea bowl. Mo Hai's statement that he didn't dislike it was a lie.
However, the old man next to Mo Hai was not polite, and he and his grandson drank a small bowl each.
"Hey, the herbal tea today is so strange." After drinking the herbal tea, the old man couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.
"Grandpa, this, this water is so bitter." The little grandson said with a bitter face.
"But, I feel so good, Grandpa, there seems to be something in my body, it's so itchy." The little grandson said again.
"This herbal tea can cure diseases. My little friend, please be patient and your illness will be cured." Mo Hai said softly.
The little guy was strong. When he heard that his illness could be cured, he immediately stopped talking.
After about ten minutes, the little guy was sweating profusely, but his face became rosy.
When the old man saw that his grandson looked much better, he actually didn't think much about it. After all, drinking a bowl of herbal tea could cure leukemia. He didn't think it was possible. Maybe the medicinal tea's effect could temporarily restore his grandson's energy, but this way