Director Zheng quickly asked the medical staff to push the MECT instrument into the ward.

He Zuyao's pupils suddenly contracted the moment he saw the instrument, and his bound body began to twist wildly.

"How dare you!" He roared, his voice a mixture of anger and fear. "I am the eldest son of the He family! When I get out—I will never let you go!"

Xia Chi watched the staff adjusting the instrument parameters nonchalantly. Upon hearing this, he just twisted the corner of his mouth and revealed a wicked smile.

On a whim, he suddenly raised his orchid finger and pretended to be angry: "Mr. He, have you forgotten that you are a patient here? How can you leave if you can't be cured?"

The electrodes were placed on the acupuncture points, but before the power was turned on, He Zuyao started screaming.

Xia Chi ignored him, winked at Dean Zheng, and the two of them went to the corridor together.

"Everyone, take it."

He pulled out several cinnabar-painted talismans to ward off evil spirits and slapped them on the chests of the medical staff one by one. "No matter what you hear or see later, don't come in."

After giving the instructions, he walked into the house and closed the door.

He shook out three red ropes from his sleeves, and the copper coins attached to the ropes moved without wind. His fingers flew, and he used the red ropes to frame a triangular area between the end of the bed, the bedside table and the equipment, and he stood in the middle.

The wind rose, lightning struck, and the sky suddenly darkened.

In an instant, the entire ward became as cold as a ghost cave.

He Guiren's curses stopped abruptly, and his whole body froze. In the instant that lightning flashed, he saw clearly the appearance of the person in front of him.

In the cold light, Xia Chi's profile was sharp as an axe. The shadow cast by his browbone obscured his eyes, leaving only two cold star-like pupils. Rain trickled down the window lattice, casting spiderweb-like dark blue lines on his pale skin.

He had a blank expression on his face, but his lips were bright red, like the King of Hell.

"Master He, I'm sorry."

The sound came from far away. The fingertips lightly rested on the switch of the electrotherapy device and turned the knob lightly to the first gear.

He Zuyao felt a numbness in his temple, as if someone had pricked his brain nerves with an embroidery needle. The stinging pain traveled along his blood vessels, and his teeth began to chatter unconsciously. He cursed loudly: "F******!"

Xia Chi ignored him and moved the pointer to second gear.

The pain intensified, as if thousands of fire ants were drilling into his brain through the electrodes and gnawing frantically under his skin. He Zuyao suddenly arched his back.

As the third-level current coursed through his body, every muscle twitched and strained madly. He Zuyao's eyes nearly popped out of his head, and he roared at Xia Chi with blood in his mouth, "I'm going to... kill you... kill you..."

“Tsk—”

Xia Chi was a little unsteady on his feet, and the gourd-shaped bruise began to hurt violently, as if a bowl of hot oil had been poured on his leg.

He staggered and held on to the instrument table, gasping for breath, cold sweat running down his chin.

The copper coins on the red line rustled.

A biting chill climbed up his spine, and every nerve in Xia Chi was tense.

The little devil is coming.

“Hehehe…hahahaha…”

The familiar laughter finally arrived, still coming from far and near, from left and right. When it was close, he could even feel a cold little hand fiddling with the ends of his hair.

My heart is pounding.

Xia Chi was no longer the flustered novice he was before. He stood firmly in the center of the red lines. The three red lines soaked in talisman water rustled in the cold wind. The evil force was enough to prevent the evil spirit from getting close.

A man and a ghost confronted each other.

It felt like there was a branding iron on his leg, constantly draining Xia Chi's patience. He didn't know how much longer he could hold on.

Xia Chi decided to provoke it and end the battle quickly.

Provocatively, he turned the knob directly to level nine.

He Zuyao's soul seemed to be plucked out of his body by thousands of steel needles——

He seemed to smell the burnt smell of flesh, and every bone seemed to be roasted by flames. All the hairs opened up under the high pressure, and then millions of ants came out from the cracks between his bones and bit his nerves.

His eyeballs trembled wildly in their sockets, and he opened his mouth but could no longer utter a word.

The tearing sensation in his legs reached its peak, as if something was moving under his skin, trying to break free from the constraints of this body.

My vision went dark.

Xia Chi endured the severe pain, held his breath and concentrated, catching the subtle sound of the copper bell in his ears. The three red ropes were stretched straight, with only a gap in the southeast corner, like an open trap.

"Buzz—"

The copper coin next to the gap suddenly fluttered without any wind. Xia Chi raised the corner of his mouth, and his fingertips quietly pinched the talisman paper -

Here it comes.

The little ghost anxiously explored it. He could even smell the familiar stench pouring in from the gap.

Click, tenth gear.

He Zuyao lying on the hospital bed suddenly let out a shrill scream and jumped up.

The four copper coins were in great demand. The little ghost could no longer hold back and finally bared its fangs. It rushed in, its sharp teeth going straight for the calf. Just when it was about to bite -

“Crack!”

Three red lines popped out like live snakes and instantly strangled the little ghost's neck. Twelve imperial coins were like branding irons, imprinting on the little ghost's vital points.

Xia Chi grabbed it, and with his backhand, he slapped the yellow paper on the little ghost's forehead, and the hideous face froze instantly.

"I got it."

He panted heavily, twisting and rewinding the red string in his hand, tightening it around the kid's mouth, and in a few seconds, he had tied the black thing into a dumpling. Then he turned it over and started beating it on the buttocks with all his might.

Physical salvation.

The ghost baby kicked its limbs and screamed like a cat. Xia Chi did not let it go and kept beating it until it became limp all over and curled up into a ball, whimpering.

The burning on the legs disappeared, and the blue marks faded quickly as the little ghost was defeated, leaving only a light red outline, like a sunburn.

"It's done."

Xia Chi let out a long sigh, then collapsed to the ground, feeling as if his bones had been pulled out. His sweat soaked his sweatshirt, and he wiped it off.

After a long while, the door lock made a slight "click" sound, and Dean Zheng poked his head in. He still had the evil-repelling talisman given by Xia Chi on his body, but his crutch was nowhere to be found.

"When you're done, come in."

Xia Chi stood up by supporting himself on the floor, his legs feeling a little weak.

He kicked something on the ground.

"Here, little devil."

Dean Zheng felt his scalp tingling as he looked at the thing rolling towards him. Isn't this just a red thread ball?

I don’t understand either.

I dare not ask.

In any case, there were flashes of lightning and thunder, and red lines flying around. Dean Zheng had experienced some supernatural phenomena behind the bulletproof glass.

The key point is that the pain in his legs disappeared just like that, and he even threw away his crutches.

He was completely convinced.

The Taoist priest is right. He said this is a little ghost, so this is a little ghost.

Dean Zheng walked around the little ghost and pointed at the bed tremblingly: "Then Master He..."

"Ouch!" Xia Chi slapped his forehead, "I forgot about this ancestor."

Xia Chi turned around and walked to the electrotherapy device, and pressed the stop button.

The current stopped abruptly.

The pig demon's dilated pupils slowly focused, and his wet eyes revealed a hint of childishness. He blinked blankly, with shiny saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth.

"Damn, this is the sublimation of the soul."

Xia Chi didn't expect such an unexpected gain.

Then he raised an eyebrow and smiled at Dean Zheng: "See? To deal with this kind of antisocial personality, you have to fight violence with violence."

He deliberately raised his voice so the pig demon on the bed could hear clearly, "If you want to prevent the leg pain from recurring—" his fingertips circled the switch of the electrotherapy device ambiguously, "one small shock every three days, one large shock every five days. With his eyes clear as a guide, we will try to suppress his curse below his desire to live."

He Zuyao trembled.

Dean Zheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "You can't do that! This is the bloodline of the He family after all. Even if you break the bones, the tendons are still connected..."

"Bullshit He family bloodline."

【A fake.】

Dean Zheng: “…”

Fake?

Xia Chi didn't say anything else.

The He family was very secretive about their son being switched. It was probably because He Guiren didn't want the news to get out and cause embarrassment, so he only acknowledged his son privately and planned to find time to correct the family tree.

Xia Chi couldn't tell the truth to Dean Zheng either.

But just because he didn't say it doesn't mean he didn't think about it.

Yu Peisheng's son had long been swapped out by the second wife. Fortunately, God had mercy on her and sent her biological son back. The one pushing He Guiren's wheelchair is the original wife's biological child.

[This pighead lying in the mental hospital is nothing but a scum who has taken over the magpie's nest.]

Let him stay in a mental hospital for life!

Dean Zheng was in a trance for a moment - the Taoist priest's lips were clearly closed, but the whispers in his ears were clearly audible. He turned his head abruptly and looked out the window. It had just rained heavily, and Chairman He had been pushed under the eaves by the man in white behind him.

After the rainstorm, the air was so clean that it was transparent, and the young man's eyebrows and facial contours became clearer and clearer: his almond-shaped eyes were exactly the same as Mrs. Yu Pei's in his memory, and even the slightly drooping corners of his lips were exactly the same.

I was wondering why it looked so familiar!

No wonder Chairman He could remain so calm after hearing the commotion here.

It turns out this is a fake. I went to great lengths to set up a VIP ward to curry favor with him, and even led the doctors and nurses to suffer so much anger.

I think of the past few months of fighting wits and courage and suffering injustice.

When he looked at the bed again, the last trace of pity in his eyes disappeared.

Since that's the case.

So for the physical and mental health of all medical staff in the hospital!

I can only wrong you...

When He Zuyao saw the smile on Dean Zheng’s face, a sense of foreboding arose in his heart.

“!!!!”

Help!

Why can't we sit down and talk it out calmly? Why resort to violence?

******

Xia Chi walked down the stairs slowly, his brows full of unconcealable pride. He held the ball of yarn high in front of everyone.

"We caught the kid!"

The onlookers all held their breath, their eyes wandering back and forth on the strange red line...

Where are the little ghosts? This charlatan is not fooling people, right?

Mr. He looked at what Xia Chi was holding in his hand, and a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes. This young Taoist priest indeed possessed abilities that ordinary people could not match. Just like the voice of the heart could reveal the secrets of heaven, he might also be able to see ghosts and monsters that ordinary people could not see.

What’s more important is that Mr. He, the richest man, has been able to stand up again.

"Master Taoist is very wise." He Guiren praised.

This praise seemed to turn on a switch, and cheers like the emperor's new clothes immediately rang out all around.

"The Taoist priest is amazing—"

"As expected of a Taoist priest!"

“…”

Xia Chi was feeling elated by the compliments. He turned and walked towards the office next door. He found an empty glass bottle containing medicine by the window, stuffed a few pieces of talisman paper into it, and then threw the ball of red thread in and sealed it with the lid.

Mission accomplished.

"Master." Someone called him from behind.

Xia Chi turned around and saw He, the richest man.

Mr. He felt relaxed all over. The leg injury that had tormented him for years disappeared. He just strolled back and forth in the corridor a few times and felt like he had suddenly become ten years younger.

I feel very happy.

He walked into the office and looked at Xia Chifeng with a fierce look before he spoke.

"Master, your communication is so great that you have cured my leg disease. I am so grateful! If you have any wishes, please feel free to tell me what you wish for."

It really is like encountering Aladdin's magic lamp.

Xia Chizheng had something to discuss with him.

"Sure, sure."

He held up a finger.

"One hundred million?" Mr. He didn't even blink. "No problem."

"puff--"

Xia Chi almost choked to death on his saliva.

It feels like I missed out on a hundred million.