Ye Qiu stood outside the villa, but before entering, he suddenly stopped.
"This is my father's house, and my father is in it."
Xu Zhiming explained to Ye Qiu, and then walked towards the door of the villa.
Take two steps.
Seeing that Ye Qiu didn't follow, Xu Zhiming turned around and asked, "Xiaoye, my father is inside."
Ye Qiu seemed not to have heard Xu Zhiming's words and stared at the villa with a strange look in his eyes.
"Oppa Ye Qiu, what are you looking at?" Xu Changjin asked.
Ye Qiu said: "Have you ever felt that the temperature here is lower than other places?"
Xu Changjin felt it and said, "It's a little colder here than at home."
Xu Zhiming said: "Xiaoye, you don't know something. There is a fish pond behind my father's house. It should be the fish pond, so the temperature here is lower than other places."
Ye Qiu shook his head: "It has nothing to do with the fish pond."
Priscilla Song immediately asked: "Xiaoye, what do you think is the reason for the low temperature here?"
Ye Qiu said: "Yin Qi."
Yin energy?
Hearing these two words, Xu Zhiming and Song Priscilla's expressions changed.
The couple knew the traditional Chinese culture very well, so they naturally knew what Yin Qi was.
Xu Changjin didn't notice his parents' expressions were abnormal, and asked curiously: "Ye Qiu Oppa, what is Yin Qi?"
Ye Qiu replied: "To put it simply, it is an unclean thing."
Xu Changjin was even more confused: "What are the unclean things?"
Seeing that she still didn't understand, Ye Qiu said, "Have you ever heard of ghosts? Yin Qi is something like ghosts."
"What?"
Xu Changjin's face turned pale, and there was fear in his eyes. He subconsciously moved his body closer to Ye Qiu, and hugged Ye Qiu's arms tightly with both hands.
Xu Zhiming noticed this detail and glanced at Xu Changjin and Ye Qiu, as if he understood something.
"Ye Qiu Oppa, are you saying that there is a ghost in grandpa's house?" Xu Changjin asked nervously.
"If it's really a ghost, it would be easier to solve, but I'm afraid it's not."
Ye Qiu's eyes fell on the villa.
Quietly open your eyes.
In an instant, a thick layer of black mist appeared in Ye Qiu's sight, like a black curtain, covering the villa.
In addition to the Yin Qi, Ye Qiu also felt the strong death Qi from this black mist.
This means that Xu Changjin’s grandfather is not going to die soon.
"Uncle Xu, take me to meet Mr. Xu!" Ye Qiu said with a retraction of his gaze.
"Okay." After Xu Zhiming finished speaking, he took Ye Qiu into the villa.
Ye Qiu was surprised when he entered the door.
There were twenty or thirty people in the living room. It could be seen from their clothes that these people were doctors.
After seeing Xu Zhiming, these people greeted him warmly.
"They are all the doctors my father invited to treat my grandpa. There are also doctors upstairs, and the doctors upstairs are all famous Korean doctors." Xu Changjin said in a low voice.
Ye Qiu nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
He followed Xu Zhiming to the second floor. As Xu Changjin said, there were at least fifty or sixty doctors in the living room of several hundred square meters.
Many of them are old men with white hair.
Xu Zhiming stopped, chatted briefly with the doctors, and then said to Ye Qiu: "These are all famous Korean doctors I invited."
"They have been staying here these past few days, diagnosing my father every four hours."
"I asked them just now, and they still haven't found the cause of my father's illness."
"They also said that my father might not live for a few days."
When Xu Changjin heard this, tears appeared in his eyes.
Ye Qiu comforted him: "I have always believed that no matter what kind of disease it is, there must be a cause."
"Since I'm here, don't worry about Jang Geum."
"I will do my best."
Xu Changjin nodded.
"Father is in the bedroom on the third floor." After Xu Zhiming finished speaking, he took Ye Qiu to the third floor of the villa.
As soon as the bedroom door opened, a burst of Yin Qi hit my face, chilling me to my bones.
Xu Changjin shrank his neck in the cold, and Song Priscilla couldn't help but shudder.
What a heavy Yin energy!
Ye Qiu said: "Jang Jin, aunt, please don't go in."
"The yin energy in the room is too strong. Staying there for a long time is not good for your health."
"My uncle and I are men, we have strong yang energy and are not afraid of yin energy."
"Okay, we'll wait for you here." Priscilla Song said.
Xu Changjin reminded: "Ye Qiu Oppa, be careful."
"Yeah." Ye Qiu hummed and followed Xu Zhiming into the bedroom.
There are four servants in the bedroom, all middle-aged women.
"Uncle Xu, let them go out!" Ye Qiu said.
Xu Zhiming waved his hand, and several servants understood and immediately bowed and exited the bedroom.
Ye Qiu looked up and saw an old man with a thin face lying on the bed.
The old man was in his seventies, his eyes were closed and his face was gray.
Ye Qiu opens his eyes.
The next second, he saw a deathly aura condensed in the old man's eyebrows.
"Xiaoye, this is my father, Xu Yuanzheng." Xu Zhiming introduced.
In fact, even if Xu Zhiming didn’t introduce him, Ye Qiu already knew about it.
After all, there was only one seriously ill old man in the bedroom.
Ye Qiu walked to the bed and took a closer look at Xu Yuanzheng. He found that although Xu Yuanzheng was unconscious, his expression was peaceful and he did not seem to be in pain at all.
"Xiaoye, please show it to my father."
"Um."
Ye Qiu sat down by the bed, took the pulse of Xu Yuanzheng's right hand, and lowered his head to feel the pulse.
after awhile.
Ye Qiu took Xu Yuanzheng's pulse and stood up.
"Xiaoye, my father..."
Before Xu Zhiming could finish his words, Ye Qiu said: "Mr. Xu's pulse is very weak and he is on the verge of death."
Xu Zhiming asked hurriedly: "Xiaoye, have you found the cause of my father's illness?"
Ye Qiu shook his head and said: "Except for his weak pulse, Mr. Xu's body is otherwise very normal. From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, Mr. Xu is not actually sick."
Xu Zhiming was stunned: "Aren't you sick?"
"How can this be!"
"Xiaoye, you just said that my father is on the verge of death. How could he not be sick?"
"If my father was not sick, why did he fall into a coma?"
To be honest, Ye Qiu also felt very strange.
He has seen many strange symptoms, but this is the first time he has encountered such a strange situation as Xu Yuanzheng.
What caused Mr. Xu to become comatose?
Ye Qiu's eyes looked around the bedroom, and suddenly, his eyes fell on the wall.
There are more than a dozen ink paintings hanging on the walls.
Ye Qiu walked to an ink painting and looked at it carefully.
He found that the pages of these ink paintings were yellowed and had a strong antique flavor, as if they were from a long time ago.
Ye Qiu stared at the painting. After looking at it for a while, he suddenly punched and broke the frame.
[The author has something to say]
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