Wu Qiufang's face turned pale, her eyes were closed, her eyes were deep and her cheekbones were towering. She gritted her teeth hard during her sleep, causing the muscles on her chin to rise.

The abdomen covered with the sheets were bulging high, and Song Baojun knew that it was not indigestion, but abdominal fluid. Generally speaking, patients with advanced cancer had abdominal fluid, and the situation was very dangerous.

Wu Qiufang did not respond, and no one dared to disturb her rest, so he had to sit next to her and wait. After a while, a faint voice said: "Sister, brother-in-law, you are here."

Wu Guifang jumped up quickly: "Qiufang, are you awake? We just rushed back from Chazhou. Are you okay? What did the doctor say? Does your stomach still hurt? I took you your favorite candied fruit. Don't panic. After a few days, I will pick you up and go back to Chazhou. We sisters live together and have endless chats every day."

Wu Qiufang struggled to sit up, but Wu Guifang quickly pressed her down: "Don't move, just lie down like this."

Wu Qiufang's eyes turned and looked at Song Baojun: "This is Xiaojun. I haven't seen him for more than ten years and have grown up like this..." She lacked enough breath and continued to say after a while: "I heard that you were admitted to Chazhou University, and my aunt didn't even give you a red envelope. Come and let my aunt see."

She is only thirty-four or fifteen years old this year. She was in her prime, but she looked like a fifty-year-old.

Song Baojun forced his smile and walked to the edge of the hospital bed and shouted: "Auntie."

"This child is still as shy as he was when he was a child." Wu Qiufang squeezed out a smile with difficulty, and her thin palm came out from under the bed sheet, gently holding Song Baojun's hand.

The fingers were cold, the blue veins were bulging, and there was no flesh at all. Song Baojun felt a strange feeling of blood connection.

Seeing that his sister seemed to be in a good mood, Wu Guifang wanted to follow her words and interrupted, "Other people's children were in love in junior high school and high school. He was fine. He had never had a girlfriend in college for more than a year. When he saw the girl, he blushed and couldn't speak. I'm looking at what I think, he would definitely be able to barely marry his wife at the age of thirty in the future."

This sentence was said from my biological mother, and it was indeed quite lethal. Song Baojun scratched his head: "Mom, why did you reveal my scars?" He pretended to be silly and deliberately made the aunt laugh, making the atmosphere lively and not too heavy.

Wu Qiufang smiled and said, "Sister, I think Xiaojun is quite handsome, so many girls will definitely like it in the future."

"He, I don't think about it anymore." Wu Guifang curled her lips.

Wu Qiufang smiled again: "How could it be? When Xiaojun gets married, he must choose the largest hotel in Chazhou, dressed up handsomely and charmingly..." Suddenly, his expression became gloomy: "I'm afraid I can't see it."

Song Baojun hurriedly said, "Auntie, seeing what you said, I still think of asking you to help me take care of my children at that time. Don't work anymore. I will raise you until old age. What my mother eats, what my mother uses, and what I use. I keep a fat boy and give you a hug, asking him to call you aunt, and I will bother you every day."

Song Shixian thought to himself that this brat was getting more and more able to speak.

There was indeed a little more gloss on my aunt's face, and she was obviously yearning for a better life with many children and grandchildren in the future.

"It's a pity that I, I, I..." She grabbed her chest with her right hand up and down and her face was full of pain, her nails were deeply embedded in the bed sheet, and her left hand tightly held the guardrail at the head of the bed.

The stainless steel-intacted guardrail curved inwardly, as if it was a grasp during this period. The power generated by a person in great pain is unimaginable.

Wu Guifang hurriedly said, "Xiufang, what are you? Xiaojun, go and call the doctor!"

"No, don't shout!" Wu Xiufang gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence, her face turned twisted and terrifying because of the severe pain: "There are pain relief tablets on the head of the bed, just take a few."

Song Baojun took out the pain pills and fed them with warm boiled water to feed them to my aunt.

In the late stage of cancer, pain relief tablets with average pain relief effects cannot slow down the patient's pain. Most of them need morphine drugs and injections for analgesics. However, my aunt's family is in financial difficulties and cannot afford a high-level pain relief pill worth 120 yuan. And according to her illness, she must take at least four pills a day.

In her case, she can only choose cheap painkillers.

Song Baojun saw his aunt trembling in pain, and his mouth was humming, and his whole body was like a lonely boat floating in the abyss, with the possibility of overturning at any time. He had never thought that a person's pain would be so severe. Compared to the trivial matter of being slapped by his classmates, he was tickling it.

Wu Guifang could only watch anxiously like a headless fly, and found that she could not help anything.

Wu Xiufang tightened the guardrail with her left hand. A cracking sound occurred at the joint between the stainless steel pole and the guardrail. The wrist tendons stretched high, and the stainless steel pole became more and more curved, and suddenly it was pulled off with a bang.

Wu Guifang couldn't help but exclaim.

The hollow stainless steel pole can withstand at least two or three hundred kilograms of weight, and even a strong man who has been trained for a long time may not be bent. Now Wu Xiufang is thin and weak, and her remaining body looks like she only has fifty or sixty kilograms left to pull the pole open. Seeing this pain, she is really tortured to the extreme.

This situation infected Song Baojun and a huge sadness spread in his heart.

He felt his aunt's fate, and suddenly he was confused, sad, sad, helpless, and regretted that all kinds of negative emotions had flooded him.

The light in my mind became brighter and brighter, and the shadow of philosophical personality rose in the imaginary space, saying, "The secret energy (vital energy) is rising rapidly and is about to reach it. I feel that I have temporarily obtained a complete form of personality. I think I must stop this emotion, otherwise it will destroy the space."

"What are you doing?" cried the despicable person.

“I have to be fully integrated with the subject.”

Song Shixian and Wu Guifang saw that their son's skin was bulging, and goose bumps rose one by one. The temperament became colder and colder, and their expression became calmer. All the depressed aura was wiped out, as if they had suddenly changed their individuals.

His nose exhaled a sharp breath like a blade.

His mouth moaned like an ancient abyss.

His eyes shot out the light of wisdom and strength.

A kind of incompetent energy erupted from his entire body like a tsunami sweeping across the land.

A whole bed made of stainless steel also shook slightly under his arm.

The water cup on the table was shaking and the water splashed up and down.

After a full thirty seconds, this huge energy slowly subsided.

"Hiss..." Song Baojun took a deep breath. The surrounding air was like a solidified substance, and it was instantly vacuumed. Then he slowly opened his mouth and exhaled the air.

Song Shixian and Wu Guifang looked at each other in panic, and they both said that they had hallucinations under their sadness, and their hands and feet were as if they were tied up by invisible ropes and could not move at all.

Song Baojun, who was completely controlled by his philosophical personality, put his palm on his aunt's forehead and whispered: "Carrying the spirit and holding one's soul, can you be free from separation? Can you concentrate on your energy and be gentle? Can you be as good as a baby? Can you cleanse the mystery and be flawless? Can you love the people and govern the country?..."

The sound has a strange rhythm, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes long and sometimes short, and words burst out from the throat, shaking Wu Xiufang's eardrums and nerves.

Suddenly, the little girl lying on the bedside woke up and saw her mother unable to control herself in pain, while a strange man was touching her forehead with his hands.

The little girl suddenly became anxious, stood up suddenly, shouting, "Don't touch my mother!" She hugged Song Baojun's arm tightly, opened her delicate cherry mouth and bit her hard on his arm. Her eyes, as clear as water, trembled slightly, and she stared at the other party without blinking, full of anger and ferocity.

Song Baojun frowned, as if he had not realized it, he stabilized his body and continued to recite: "Can the gate of heaven open and close, be a female? Understand the four virtues, can he do nothing? He was born and livestock, born but not possessed, act but not rely on, grow but not slaughter, this is called mysterious virtue."

It was strange to say that after hearing this strange thing, Wu Xiufang felt the pain slowly disappear. The pain that almost teared her nerves was gone, and the warm energy flowed from the heart and spread to the limbs and bones.

A calm emotion spread, and her brows stretched out, unable to say anything, but it would be great that she could die peacefully like this!

Song Baojun's words were read in Chapter 10 of the Tao Te Ching. In vernacular, it means: can maintain the harmony and unity of the soul and the body be free of disintegration? Can the harmonious and unification of the soul and the body be free of separation? Can the harmonious temperament be gentle and easy-going? Can the clear self be free of any flaws? Can the love of the people and govern the country be free of flaws? Can the female mother be like a female mother in the cycle of showing off her body and retreating? Can the light be clear of the Tao and the shape is close to all fields? Can the light be borrowed from the prejudice of the manifestation and learning?...

The effect of relieving pain is not fantasy, but real science. As early as the 1940s, sound can treat diseases as a discipline. Although it is very marginal, it is mature and complete. Hearing is one of the five senses of human beings, and sound has an unusual stimulating effect on the human body.

Not to mention the distance, infrasonic waves with frequency below twenty Hz will strongly interfere with the normal function of the human nervous system, and in severe cases, it can cause death. This is of course a more extreme case.

Specific sounds can affect the release of brain transmitters, such as acetoylcholine and norepinephrine, thereby improving cerebral cortex function. A certain degree of sound can also directly act on the hypothalamus and limbic system to regulate the human body in two-way direction.

The sounds spitted by Song Baojun, who is dominated by the complete morphological philosophical personality, have been sorted out and standardized in the most scientific manner, with a unique and mysterious frequency, which stimulates Wu Xiufang's auditory center and inhibits the pain interactively. At the same time, it also increases the concentration of my aunt's pituitary enphanymia, thus achieving the effect of instantaneous analgesia.

So Wu Xiufang calmed down immediately.

As life is dying, my aunt can feel the kindness of her nephew and whisper: "Ruoruo, stop making trouble, my brother is treating my mother, you see, my mother doesn't feel any more pain now."

"Ah?" The little girl quickly let go of her mouth, her beautiful big eyes were surprised and regretful. The two neat tooth marks on her bitten wrist seemed to be, with her skin and flesh oozing out blood. The one she came hard just now almost used the little girl's strength.

Please give me a monthly ticket, a monthly ticket, and a monthly ticket.

~(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!