Soul Loss Syndrome

  The next morning, Lao Ye first went to buy a Feng Shui calabaza, and then met with Tang Zhendong, together they went to the hospital to see Qian Wenmei's diagnosis results.

  During the day, various testing rooms in the hospital are on duty, and of course, the results of the tests are more accurate. However, whether it's a blood test or an X-ray, or even an MRI, all kinds of advanced tests have been done, but unfortunately, they can't find the root cause of Wang Wenmei's illness.

  Even the heads of internal medicine and psychiatry departments personally led the consultation for Qian Wenmei, but unfortunately, no abnormalities were detected. Of course, this was also because Qian Wenchang had set a high price.

  "What's going on? You're saying it's not the cause of the illness? Then why is my sister still unconscious, but breathing normally? Get an expert, get an expert here!"

  Qian Wen-chang was furious.

  The doctor was evasive and dared not to respond, they were also very strange about Qian Wenmei's condition, because Qian Wenmei did not have an obvious cause of illness, neither was she injured nor had any underlying disease, but according to the person who sent Qian Wenmei here, she was probably frightened.

  In medicine, being shocked can indeed cause coma and the only thing to do is wait for the patient to wake up on their own, as outsiders can hardly play a role.

  "Qian Zong, this, this... In medical terms, it's called 'soul loss syndrome'. This kind of illness is beyond human control."

  "I don't care what disease it is, I only look at the results. Is there a special medicine? If so, let's get it in." Qian Wenchang roared. Actually, it wasn't Qian Wenchang's fault, but Shen Fanhua had come to see this situation early and burst into tears. "Wenmei is an unfortunate child, she just graduated and hasn't gotten married yet, then got that disease... now she's unconscious again! Wenchang, you must save your sister!"

  Qian Wen-chang patted his mother's shoulder and said, "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely save Wen-mei."

  Qian Wen-chang remembered what he had promised his mother and thought of his poor sister, and when he heard that the doctor couldn't do anything, he was so angry that he couldn't bear it.

  He stormed out of the director's office and saw Ye Dashi and Tang Zhendong standing outside. "Ye Dashi, you're here?"

  "How is your younger sister's illness?"

  "The doctor said, however, that he was not optimistic. He said this illness is called 'lost soul syndrome', and there's no good way to treat it in medicine." Qian Wenchang sighed.

  "Qian Zong, don't be impatient, my master did teach me a kind of array called the 'Soul-Calling Array', however,"

  Qian Wenchang was suddenly startled when Master Ye said he could return his soul, and he was also shocked. Although Qian Wenchang had read many books and seen a lot of the world, if it came to understanding spirits and souls, he was not even as good as a primary school student. Each profession has its own specialization, and Qian Wenchang's research was in extremely precise advanced technology, while this kind of natural science involving mysticism was beyond his comprehension. When he heard Master Ye had a way, he hastily grasped Master Ye's hand.

  "But what? Master Ye, you must save Wen Mei."

  "Qianzong, it's not that I don't want to save you, but I'm afraid my own magical powers are insufficient and can't complete the entire process of summoning your soul. However, I can try my best, but it would be better if Qianzong could think of another method, such as medical physical therapy, that would be the best."

  Qian Wen-chang calmed down after hearing what Master Ye had to say, "Alright, I'll get my supervisor to contact the experts at Stanford and see if there are any good treatment methods available in the US for this condition."

  "Alright, Director Qian, let's get in touch later by phone. I also need to go prepare some things for the ceremony."

  "Alright, alright, thank you Master Ye."

  Qian Wenchang sent Ye Dashi and Tang Zhendong out of the hospital building. "Director Qian, wait."

  "Master Ye, Master Tang, slow down."

  Lao Ye and Tang Zhen Dong turned around, just about to take a step forward. "Wait, Master Ye, please wait."

  "Oh, Director Qian, is there anything else?"

  "When will the master come to my house to eliminate this three-yin land?" Qian Wenchang was already fed up with this three-yin land in his own home, and recently so many things at home were caused by this three-yin land, which made Qian Wenchang extremely painful. However, just now he forgot to ask about the three-yin land because he was too worried about his sister Wenmei's illness.

  "Director Qian, don't rush, I've already considered this three-yin location. My idea is that it's best to first treat your sister's illness, because I think 90% of the reason for her illness lies in this three-yin location. If her condition doesn't receive effective treatment, then even if we break through the three-yin location, she might lose a certain opportunity for healing, or put another way, after breaking through the three-yin location, I'm not sure whether her condition will suddenly worsen or lose its foundation. Director Qian, do you understand what I'm saying?"

  Qian Wen-chang was originally extremely intelligent, and upon hearing what Master Ye had to say, he immediately realized that this point was somewhat similar to the precise science he was working on. That is, if the basic conditions of an experiment change, it will definitely produce two different experimental data results.

  "Alright, Master Ye, you arrange it then. Let me know if there's anything I can help with later."

  "Alright, see you later, Zong."

  "Master, please stay," Qian Wenchang handed over a card to Ye Da Shi, "Master, this is a 200,000 yuan card. If Master needs anything, just go and get it. However, if my sister's illness cannot be cured by any doctor in the US, I'll still have to trouble Master."

  "Saving lives and healing wounds is not only a doctor's responsibility, but also our generation's moral obligation. Mr. Qian, please rest assured."

  Master Ye declined, and Tang Zhendong took the 200,000 yuan card with a smile. "Thank you, Mr. Qian." Although Tang Zhendong was a capable person, it's still better to show gratitude when receiving money from others, as a matter of courtesy.

  But Master Ye seemed to be a man who viewed money as dirt. From start to finish, he didn't even glance at the 200,000 yuan card.

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  "Xiao Tang, are you really confident in treating Qian Wenmei? I just blew a cow's skin earlier."

  "There's no 100% guarantee, but if Qian Wenmei really has lost her soul, then I should be able to try and help her."

  "Hey, Xiao Tang, this is a matter of life and death, you absolutely cannot be careless."

  "Lao Ye, I hear what you're saying, you want to go yourself? I'm not 100% sure, how about you come?"

  Lao Ye hastily waved his hand, "No, no, no, you come instead, I suddenly have 100% confidence in you."

  Tang Zhendong burst out laughing.

  "Come on, let's go get some stuff for a soul-reviving treatment."

  "What's the matter?"

  "Coins of the Five Emperors."

  Tang Zhendong came out of the hospital gate and hailed a taxi by stretching out his hand.

  "Oh? Where are you going?"

  "Second-hand market."

  The taxi received its order and sped away.