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However, thinking about those things now is useless; I can only hope that Ma Rulong will return soon. During the wait, I used my free hand to call Second Uncle. He didn't have much of a solution either; this kind of matter must be handled by professionals. As for why the White Olive Amulet couldn't completely suppress Qin Zhenzhen's spirit, Second Uncle said that last time, in order to deal with the issues surrounding Liang Xi and Hu Xiaoyi, the Amulet's power had already been significantly depleted, so it wouldn't work as well. Moreover, the longer it took, the weaker the Amulet's suppressive power became. Second Uncle knew that I had hired a disciple of the Maoshan Technique from the mainland, but he ran off halfway, so he said he would bring someone to help.
I asked if it was free. Second Uncle, angry, stuttered in his speech: "They say I'm throwing money away, but you must be lost in a pile of fools! What relationship do you have with that family to think everything should be free?"
I realized my question was inappropriate and quickly clarified that wasn't my intention, but it would be best if it could be cheaper since that family wasn't particularly well-off. Upon hearing this, Second Uncle felt somewhat balanced and said he could consider lowering it by two thousand yuan but couldn't go any lower. I said I would discuss it with them and then hung up the phone. Qin Dad asked me if I was on the phone with Ma Rulong and when he would arrive. I didn't dare tell the truth and could only lie, saying it would be soon.
Hu Xiaoyi was nearby; upon hearing Second Uncle's voice, he understood who I was talking to. He looked at me, then at Qin Dad, finally fixing his gaze on Qin Zhenzhen. I hadn't discussed with Qin Dad about hiring Ajan for eighteen thousand yuan to exorcise the evil spirit because I still hoped that Ma Rulong might arrive soon. It was this mindset that made me hesitate to give Second Uncle a direct answer.
Fortunately, about twenty minutes later, Ma Rulong rushed into the ward, drenched in sweat. Seeing him holding that compass made me breathe a sigh of relief while also wanting to scold him. When we were at the hotel, I asked if he wanted to bring anything; he confidently said no and wasted so much time for nothing. The doctor had already borrowed a restraint bed from Psychiatry and used sturdy leather straps to bind Qin Zhenzhen like a mummy. Although it looked somewhat tragic, at least she could receive stable blood transfusions.
I pulled Ma Rulong over without caring about respect and said, "Hurry up and collect the spirit!"
Ma Rulong knew he had some fault in this matter; he honestly aimed the compass at Qin Zhenzhen and then bit his fingertip to smear a line of blood on it. He muttered incantations with a solemn expression, but after several minutes, I still didn't sense the aura that had appeared last time from the compass. Ma Rulong sweated even more and mumbled something under his breath. Since I was close enough, I barely heard him say: "Little ancestor, I was wrong; please don't be willful anymore; show your spirit quickly; otherwise, I'll be working in vain..."
I didn't know who he was talking to but felt something strange. After a while, Ma Rulong smeared blood on the compass three or four more times before that aura finally burst out. Yin Qi surrounded Qin Zhenzhen's body like a python; although she was bound up, her mouth wasn't sealed. She stared at Ma Rulong in terror and shouted: "No! You can't treat us like this! Let me go! I want to fix the drum!"
The doctors and nurses nearby were startled, fearing she might struggle and cause severe bleeding. Some even sternly warned me and Ma Rulong: "Whatever you're doing, it's best not to stimulate the patient anymore; otherwise, if something happens, you'll be held responsible!"
I ignored the man in the white coat; these doctors always liked to say the same things without understanding that many issues in this world cannot be resolved by medical skills. A doctor who cannot accept new things is just like a restaurant server; they cannot even begin to discuss medical ethics or professional quality.
Qin Zhenzhen's cries were loud; a nurse wanted to use equipment from the restraint bed to gag her to prevent her from biting her tongue. But I stopped this action; Qin Zhenzhen was just scared—or rather, her spirit was scared. The spirit was about to be collected soon; why ruin her image even further? Qin Dad was very anxious and kept asking me if I was confident in being able to cure her.
I looked at Ma Rulong and saw a smile gradually spreading across his face. The two strands of Yin Qi began to intertwine and slowly detach from Qin Zhenzhen's body, so I said it should be fine.
I didn't know what exactly was in the compass, but it certainly had a way of dealing with evil spirits. About five minutes later, Qin Zhenzhen suddenly let out a sharp scream and then fainted. The doctors and nurses were busy, but only Ma Rulong and I understood that the spirit had already been pulled into the compass.
The Fat Daoist was sweating all over; he wiped his forehead with his hand and looked quite exhausted. Regardless of whether this was real or not, at least he dared to face his mistakes and didn’t run away as I had imagined. I felt guilty for thinking so poorly of him; this fat man wasn’t so bad after all. When Qin Dad learned that the spirit had been taken away, he didn’t relax but instead began looking around the ward. He suspected that there might be other spirits that hadn’t been collected.
I asked him if there was anything missing from the drum set besides the two sticks. Qin Dad thought carefully for a moment and then shook his head, saying, “This is all that was sent; I didn’t see anything else.”
Both Ma Rulong and I breathed a sigh of relief, which meant there couldn’t possibly be a third spirit. Even if there was, it wouldn’t appear here. Qin Dad wasn’t sure why his daughter suddenly fell ill and asked Ma Rulong if he hadn’t been thorough enough when performing the ritual at home. The Fat Daoist snorted and replied irritably, “This isn’t my problem; it’s because you didn’t explain clearly, and there were still things left in the ward. The second evil spirit followed those two sticks here; unless it’s a deity, who could have figured that out?”
Seeing that Ma Rulong seemed a bit angry, Qin Dad quickly apologized, saying it was his oversight and he hadn’t expected that just two sticks could lead to such an incident. He ran to the bank outside the hospital to withdraw six thousand yuan, which the Fat Daoist complained was too little. But I reminded him that if they had brought the compass earlier, Qin Zhenzhen wouldn’t have suffered so much; I heard her intestines were even torn apart. Of course, this was an exaggerated statement, but Ma Rulong didn’t know that; he thought it was really serious and felt embarrassed to ask for more money.
Watching Qin Dad hand over six thousand yuan to the Fat Daoist made me feel uneasy. Initially, Second Uncle quoted me a price of twenty thousand; based on what had just been said, it should have been negotiable down to eighteen thousand. Given Second Uncle’s character, once he received the money, he would definitely handle things very properly without any unexpected incidents occurring. Yet the Fat Daoist took eighteen thousand from Qin Dad but still caused Qin Zhenzhen to suffer greatly.
The same price but different outcomes; after putting in so much effort yet failing to get things right was incredibly frustrating. I felt dejected; had I known this would happen, I might as well have directly agreed with Second Uncle. What worried me even more was if Ma Rulong and I hadn’t stayed behind and had left after collecting the first spirit, then Qin Zhenzhen would be in even bigger trouble now—who knows what serious consequences might arise? At that time, Hu Xiaoyi would probably hate me to death...
Ma Rulong took off the White Olive Amulet from Qin Zhenzhen's neck and leaned in for a look. Suddenly surprised, he asked me if this was the White Olive Amulet from the first three phases. At that moment, Qin Dad walked over to look at the amulet and asked if he could buy it because he had seen me put it around Qin Zhenzhen's neck and then she calmed down.
The Fat Daoist chuckled and said, “He probably won’t sell it; this amulet is worth over a hundred thousand now, and genuine first three phase amulets are very rare. Unless someone is particularly short on cash, no one would want to sell.”
I was somewhat surprised; I hadn’t expected him to know about such things. Qin Dad gasped in astonishment; he hadn’t realized that such an amulet could be so expensive. The Fat Daoist continued, “What’s this? Some top-tier amulets with special effects—especially those related to wealth—can even reach hundreds of thousands or more, and they are priceless.”
The doctors and nurses in the room turned their heads upon hearing our discussion. As they say, wealth should not be flaunted; I quickly stuffed the amulet into my clothes and said to Ma Rulong, “Aren't you a Daoist? How do you know so much about amulets?”
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