Chapter 85 It can save people
"You...sigh."
The old Taoist knew that persuasion was hopeless, so he let him go and turned around to leave.
Zhang Hao ignored the old man and looked at Aunt Li firmly.
This time, Aunt Li couldn't stop herself. She moved her mouth a few times, looked at Zhang Hao, and then at her son who was sitting in a wheelchair, unconscious and unable to speak. She didn't know what to say for a moment. What's up.
Over the years, doctors have been seen, Taoist priests have been consulted, folk remedies have been tried, and all available methods have been used, but my son has never woken up.
It could be said that she had given up hope long ago.
However, when she heard that Zhang Hao had a solution, she was really moved and wanted to give it a try, but what if... what if Zhang Hao's solution didn't work in the end? Isn’t that just another waste of joy?
She didn't dare to try, but she also didn't dare not to try.
She is not only afraid of failure in the end, but also afraid of what if it works? If it works, her son will wake up!
Should I trust Zhang Hao and let him give it a try...
Aunt Li doesn't know, she really doesn't know.
"Xiao, Xiaohao...really, is there really hope?" She finally raised her head, with tears in her eyes, biting the dry white skin on her lips tightly, and her hands holding the wheelchair were all Trembling slightly.
She finally chose to let Zhang Hao give it a try, which was how it should be.
She is a mother. She cannot just watch her son go on like this. She cannot massage her son, squeeze his body, and move his joints all day long. She will grow old one day, and she will die. one day.
If one day, she is old and unable to move, and lies in bed like her son, what about her son?
Should we let the boss Gao Hai take charge of Gao Lin?
This is not fair to Gao Hai, and it is not fair to Gao Hai's family.
She would rather suffer more, she would rather bear all the pain by herself, she would rather die in exchange for her son waking up and living like a normal person.
She would rather seize all hope, even if this hope cannot last long, even if this so-called hope will turn into disappointment in the next second, that doesn't matter, at least for a moment, she firmly believes that her son can wake up and can Look at her and call her...Mom.
Zhang Hao nodded, stepped forward and grabbed Aunt Li's arm, and said solemnly: "Aunt Li, I... I am just a guess. If my guess is right, then Gao Lin may wake up, but if, if I guess Wrong, then..."
Aunt Li nodded, a few tears already sliding down her cheeks, she was swallowing up and down her throat, her voice was slightly choked: "No...it's okay, Hao, you, you just try, I believe you, you just try, even if, Even if Xiao Lin doesn’t wake up in the end, I won’t blame you. I definitely won’t blame you.”
As she spoke, she held Zhang Hao's hand tightly with both hands and no longer trembled, as if she had grasped some life-saving straw. She still murmured to herself: "Even if, even if I can't wake up, , Auntie will definitely not blame you, Auntie will not blame you, Xiaohao, come on, let’s try, let’s try...”
Zhang Hao nodded heavily and comforted in a low voice: "It's okay, aunt, leave everything to me. Don't worry, let's go back now, let's go back now and try."
Then, he turned to look at the old Taoist, with a smile on his face: "Taoist Master, can you help me push that wheelchair? Help me push Gao Lin back?"
The old Taoist did not leave, but just turned around. When he heard his words, he turned back silently and snorted: "You little brother, you are quite good at instigating others."
Although he said this, the old man still turned around and stepped forward to push the wheelchair.
It's not because Zhang Hao asked him for help, but because he wanted to see what Zhang Hao was up to. The doctors said that there was nothing he could do. His body was still so weak, and he basically couldn't wake up and maintain his current appearance. Not dying is already a miracle.
And Zhang Hao actually dared to talk wildly and said that he could find a way to wake this person up. He really dared to brag, and he could tell lies better than himself.
However, this also made him very curious, what kind of tricks could Zhang Hao do?
that's all.
Zhang Hao supported Aunt Li, and the old man pushed Gao Lin. The three of them, one in a vegetative state, returned to Aunt Li's home.
During this period, I met many villagers on the road. Seeing this situation, they came forward to inquire. Aunt Li also told Zhang Hao that he had a way to wake up her son.
When these villagers heard this, they immediately put down their work and came to watch.
Now Zhang Hao's image in the hearts of the villagers is that of a person who seems to be a talkative person, but also seems to have some real ability. There are some things that he really can't do if they don't agree with him.
As villagers, they naturally knew about Gao Lin and how much effort Aunt Li had made over the years. Therefore, the villagers were all curious about what Zhang Hao wanted to do.
The team of three people and one person in a vegetative state gradually grew, and when they arrived at the door of Aunt Li's house, they had turned into a small team of more than a dozen people.
Looking at the dilapidated courtyard in front of him, the dirt road in the courtyard, and the house that looked about the same age as him and as shabby as the Taoist robe he wore, the old Taoist sighed again.
Seeing the crowd of people in the room, the old man didn't say anything, just stood in the crowd and watched silently.
Fortunately, he didn't take a bath or change his Taoist robes all year round. He had a rancid smell, and because of his status as a Taoist priest, the villagers didn't dare to get too close, so things were relatively clean around him.
At this time, he heard Zhang Hao say: "Aunt Li, wait for me here. I'll go back and get something. I'll come back as soon as I go."
Afterwards, Zhang Hao squeezed out of the crowd and trotted out the door.
Watching his leaving figure, the old Taoist stroked his beard with his hands, looking confused and puzzled.
"Hey, do you think this boy from the Zhang family can really make Gao Lin wake up?"
"Who knows? Anyway, he keeps talking all day long. I don't know if he really understands or pretends to understand."
"Oh, don't say that. Didn't it all depend on the Zhang family boys for that funeral, so those people could come back. The same goes for building a fox temple this time. Everyone has said that a fox temple should be built to offer incense day and night."
In an instant, the old Taoist felt countless eyes attacking him. After a slight pause, he immediately returned to his previous immortal posture, stroking his beard with his hands, neither speaking nor nodding, which was regarded as acquiescence.
Upon seeing this, the villagers started a new round of discussion again.
"So, does this boy from the Zhang family really understand?"
"What if it's just a coincidence? Besides, all the doctors, Taoist priests, and folk remedies haven't helped Gao Lin wake up. How can a boy from the Zhang family be enough?"
"Who knows, let's see. If he really has a way to wake up Gao Lin, that would definitely be a good thing, but I feel like..."
"Yes, how can you wake up so easily?"
The old Taoist stroked his beard and nodded in his mind.
This makes sense. How can it be so easy to wake up? It is lucky for a person who has been hit by evil spirits not to die. It is not easy to become a vegetative state and still have a breath of life. How can you still expect to wake up? It is as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Alas, it's all that boy's fault for not listening to the advice. It's better now. If he can't wake up Gao Lin, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him in this village in the future.
But this is not something that I, Pindao, have to worry about. At that time, I, Pindao, had already been traveling around the world.
Kick, kick, kick.
Thoughts are diverging.
The old Taoist heard the sound of footsteps, accompanied by an energetic call: "Mom! Mom!"
A strong figure rushed in from the door and rushed into the inner room. He grabbed the hand of the female lay practitioner on the kang and asked, "Mom, I heard that Haozi has a way to save Xiao Lin?"
Aunt Li nodded heavily: "Yes, Zhang Hao said that he has a way, but he is not sure whether it will work."
Gao Hai's throat surged and he said eagerly: "Okay, okay, no matter whether we are sure or not, let's give it a try, let's give it a try."
"Well, let's try, I'll definitely try." Aunt Li held her son's hand excitedly, tears secreting from her eyes again.
But at this moment.
Kick, kick, kick.
Another burst of footsteps came from the door.
All the villagers looked at the sound and saw Zhang Hao hurried in, panting a little, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. It seemed that he had been running here without stopping.
Compared to when he left before, Zhang Hao had a strange-looking little thing in his hand when he came back.
The old Taoist looked at him from the side, stroking his beard and fiddling with the whisk, his triangular eyes looking up and down at him and the little thing in his hand.
Because there were too many people, he couldn't see what the small thing in Zhang Hao's hand was.
Zhang Hao rushed into the house and first nodded to the villagers and said hello.
"Haozi, you kid is in a hurry. Slow down and don't fall." Uncle Wang said with concern.
Zhang Hao waved his hands and took a few deep breaths to indicate that he was fine.
"By the way, Xiao Hao, you said there is a way to wake up Xiao Lin, what is it?"
"Yeah, what do you plan to use? Just tell us what you need, and we'll go home and get it right away!"
"Yes, just tell me what you want. If you don't have it, buy it as soon as possible. Don't delay it."
The villagers were talking about it. Rural people are still very simple.
"Xiao Hao, how do you plan to save Lin Zi?"
Hearing this, Zhang Hao signaled everyone to be quiet, then raised a palm-sized object in his hand and replied: "Use this to save me."
The villagers followed the sound and all looked at the thunder calamity wooden hammer in his hand, their expressions couldn't help but be startled.
But Zhang Hao was holding a small and exquisite wooden hammer in his hand. The head of the hammer was as black as coke, and it was covered with burnt lines, just like the marks left after being burned countless times. .
However, the hammer handle of the small hammer is a normal wood color, and it is also covered with lines, but they are normal tree lines.
The strangest thing is that there is no gap at the connection between the hammer head and the hammer handle. There is no trace of the connection between the hammer head and the hammer handle. It is like one body, or in other words, one body.
It is the mountain treasure: the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Hammer.
(End of chapter)