Chapter 113: Soul-Calling Night
Young Master Zi was ill.
Heita stood outside, somewhat bewildered, not knowing what to do.
His mission was to protect Young Master Zi from external harm.
But if Young Master Zi were to fall ill himself, he wouldn’t know what to do.
Qin Luoxia and Jiang Changtian were startled by the child’s cries.
Coming over to check, they hadn’t expected it to be Young Master Zi running a fever.
Jiang Changtian had a smattering of medical knowledge.
After taking his pulse, he felt it wasn’t a fever from a cold, but rather caused by a shock, leading to convulsions and high fever.
This kind of illness required calming the spirit, or perhaps the local village folk remedy—calling back the soul—would work too.
In winter, Qin Luoxia worried that her husband might catch a cold, so the house was always stocked with various herbs.
With the situation being urgent, Jiang Changtian didn’t hesitate; he grabbed the herbs and sent Sister Yu to decoct the medicine.
He also sent Feng Ge’er to call for one of the village elders.
Calling back a soul required someone of advanced age and seniority.
The saying went that an elderly person already had one foot in the netherworld, just waiting for the other foot to follow.
Therefore, such people could usually call a soul back.
Jiang Mianmian was also a bit panicked.
The words Little Bug said before losing consciousness were quite frightening.
She felt a sense of dread.
Interning at a hospital was exhausting but also very fulfilling.
Because doctors always had to work night shifts, and when they started, patients were always queuing up; there was never-ending work, and after a while, one would develop varicose veins.
Yet, when facing the gratitude of patients, it always felt worth it.
Although the compensation received was far less than the effort put in, it was still worth it.
But when encountering matters of life and death, it was a completely different story.
The vehicle that came to their hospital to collect bodies was usually a commercial van; it didn’t say “hearse” on it, but she knew.
This caused her to feel anxious every time she saw that model of car.
She would come into contact with a lot of life and death, but she really, really resisted it.
She was very afraid and terrified.
Sometimes she would even think everything before her was just a hallucination. She had the spiritual spring; if her family fell ill, they could drink it, and after drinking, they would be free of illness and disaster, their bodies becoming strong.
It was like a wonderful dream.
She was on shift when her Father called her.
“Mianmian, we’ve come to see you to celebrate your internship. Your Mother, your Elder Brother, and your second sister are all here. We’ll have a good meal together when you get off work.”
“Dad, I want to eat braised pig’s trotters. Remember to order them for me.”
The emergency department had an urgent matter, and she was pulled over to help. It was said to be a car accident, so she could only text her dad saying she would be a little late.
Then she followed along to receive the car accident victims.
She saw her own family, mangled and bloody.
So much blood.
“Come back, come back.”
“Search far, seek near.”
“Answer when you meet a mountain, respond when you cross a river.”
“Mianmian, come back.”
“Come back, come back.”
“Mianmian, you come back.”
“Come back, come back.”
Jiang Mianmian opened her eyes and suddenly saw a room full of people.
She remembered that Father had arranged for someone to call back Little Bug’s soul.
But she heard them calling her own name, heard many people shouting for her.
It was too noisy, so she opened her eyes.
Little Bug was actually lying beside her, looking at her with some concern.
Jiang Mianmian was a bit confused about the situation.
Qin Luoxia and Jiang Changtian both let out a long sigh of relief.
Young Master Zi had convulsions and a fever; they had fed him medicine, but there was no improvement, and the high fever persisted.
At this moment, they discovered that Mianmian was also acting strangely.
Usually, this child was very well-behaved, neither crying nor causing a fuss, and her spirits were always good.
Today, she was neither crying nor fussing, but she was blank, as if she were missing a soul.
So when the soul-caller arrived, they called for both of them together.
Young Master Zi was awakened, and then he vomited.
He was truly fastidious.
Before vomiting, he managed to hold it in, specifically finding a place to do it.
He vomited very filthily, spewing out black, messy liquid. He vomited until he doubted the meaning of life; how could there be such filthy things inside his body?
After vomiting, he felt very refreshed.
The fever was gone, and he didn’t seem to feel uncomfortable anymore.
He had been shocked today while talking to Mr. Jiang.
Then, when he went to sleep, he felt groggy.
He knew he was ill.
He had a brain ailment, so he saw more than others and remembered more than others.
He was very special, but Heaven was fair; he would not live long.
If everyone were like him, the world would be in chaos, so it was fortunate that he wouldn’t live long.
But he hadn’t expected that Little Turtle also seemed to have been shocked.
Because it was convulsions, they didn’t dare to move her, so she was still placed on the bed where he slept.
He woke up, the fever had subsided, and he felt much better.
But looking at Little Turtle, he wondered how she could have convulsions at such a young age.
Could it be that she actually understood what he had said to her, and it had scared her?
He had scared her into crying.
She was such a coward.
Listening to the repeated soul-calling sounds.
He also joined in.
“Little Turtle, come back, come back. From now on, whatever you want to do, I will agree to it.”
“Come back, come back.”
Jiang Mianmian opened her eyes.
She saw Father, Mother, Elder Sister, Elder Brother, she saw Little Bug, she saw the floral quilt, she saw the beams, and she saw the wooden roof.
She let out a sigh of relief.
It was just a fleeting dream.
Then, she burst into loud, wailing sobs.
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