Song Yuhe looked around and saw that there was no rope that could be used to save people, so he said, "How are you? Can you still move? Just hold on for a while, and I'll call someone over to help."
"Help me, my leg is broken, I can't use my strength. Also, the tree is about to break, and time is running out. Please, help me, I don't want to die... Wuwuwu..." Ugly Man cried and shouted.
Song Yuhe was also anxious. He turned around three times but couldn't find anything that could save him.
At this moment, the ugly man shouted again: "The roots of this tree are quite thick. It's okay for two people to stand on it. But the middle part of the tree seems to be unable to hold up. Can you come down and send me up?"
When Song Yuhe heard this, he was stunned. Take a closer look at the height of the tree. It's a little over one meter. It's not very tall, but it's short and you can't reach it with your hands. Therefore, if you want to save the ugly man, the method mentioned by the ugly man is indeed a solution.
but…
Song Yuhe looked at the dry tree trunks and deep cliffs, feeling the northwest wind whistling around him, and thought to himself: If someone falls accidentally, he will definitely fall to death!
Thinking of this, Song Yuhe became a little scared. I thought in my heart: The man in front of me is so ugly and his clothes are so shabby, he must be a homeless man or a beggar. And I am one of the three masters of traditional Chinese medicine. Is it worth risking my life to save such a person
Countless thoughts flashed through Song Yuhe's mind, thinking about career and family...
At this moment, there was an inaudible sound of the tree breaking, and the ugly man exclaimed: "It's going to break, it's going to break! Help! Help!"
Hearing this call for help, Song Yuhe's originally chaotic thoughts exploded in an instant. Then all thoughts disappeared and he shouted: "Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you!"
While talking, Song Yuhe squatted down, stretched out his feet, and prepared to save people.
At this moment, Song Yuhe suddenly heard someone ask him: "Is it worth it for a famous doctor like you to save a beggar if the tree breaks down and you die too? Your value is much higher than that of a beggar."
However, Song Yuhe didn't even think about it and cursed without raising his head: "I'm a doctor! If you don't help me, stop talking nonsense!"
After this shout, Song Yuhe was stunned. Is there anyone else next to him? No, the sound didn't come from above, but from below!
At this moment, Song Yuhe heard a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha, the donor has kind thoughts and is also a good person."
As the Buddha's chant sounded, Song Yuhe felt his feet being dragged by someone's hands, and then a huge force came, and he was pushed up involuntarily.
As soon as Song Yuhe sat firmly, he looked back and saw a monk standing on the edge of the cliff, clasping his hands and looking at him with a smile!
At that moment, Song Yuhe was stunned, then he yelled and threw himself to the edge of the cliff. Looking down, he saw an old tree sticking out of the cliff. The trunk was dry, but it didn't mean to break. The trees were empty, nothing!
"Where's the man?!" Song Yuhe's heart sank, and he thought to himself: Where is that ugly man? Did he fall and die
The monk next to him put his hands together and asked, "Who is the person the donor is talking about?"
"I'm talking about the beggar, didn't you see it? Why didn't you save him?" Song Yuhe asked.
Fang Zheng looked at Song Yuhe with a smile and said nothing.
Song Yuhe thought that Fang Zheng had acquiesced, and became even more angry. He roared: "You are still laughing. Human life is at stake, and you are still laughing? How can you laugh at this time?"
After Song Yuhe finished yelling, he lowered his head to look at the bottom of the cliff, took out his cell phone, and prepared to call the police.
At this moment, an ugly man's voice sounded in his ears: "Are you looking for me?"
Song Yuhe was stunned, turned around and saw an ugly man standing where the monk had been!
The ugly man's face is really ugly, but when he smiles, he has a different kind of charm.
Song Yuhe looked at the ugly man, then at the ugly man's legs, and then at his surroundings. Suddenly his heart felt a little frightened, and he asked with trembling lips: "You...how did you get up here? Isn't your leg broken?" ? Where is the host Fang Zheng?"
The ugly man smiled slightly and looked up at the sky. Song Yuhe subconsciously looked up at the sky. There was nothing in the sky. Song Yuhe lowered his head to look at the ugly man, and was shocked to find that the ugly man disappeared and Fang Zheng appeared again, with a fair face and a very nice smile. Especially those eyes, as bright as stars and like the sea, embracing everything, with a kind of peaceful power in their wisdom.
Looking at Fang Zheng and then around, Song Yuhe rubbed his eyes, swallowed, and asked: "President Fang Zheng, you, and that person, you... This... No, are you a human or a ghost?" Song Yuhe asked incoherently.
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "Amitabha, donor, is this important?"
Song Yuhe scratched his head and said with a wry smile: "I, I'm a little scared."
Fang Zheng said: "The poor monk points to the mountain and the temple to the presiding officer Fang Zheng. The poor monk comes to the donor. He just wants the donor to help spread a message to the outside world."
"What's the matter?" Song Yuhe looked at Fang Zheng and always felt irritated. This method of changing, and it was a full-body transformation of a living person, this is definitely not the method of ordinary people! Even magic requires the coordination of scenes and props. Even if it’s a Sichuan Opera face-changing, it’s just a face-changing, but it can’t be done by shaking the whole body!
Therefore, Song Yuhe wanted to run away, but he was also curious about what Fang Zheng wanted to tell him.
Fang Zheng ignored Song Yuhe's fear and continued: "In three days, the poor monk is going to hold a preaching conference halfway up the mountain. In theory, the poor monk welcomes anyone with good conduct to attend."
"Uh, Master, do you want to give a lecture?" Song Yuhe really felt that his brain was a little exhausted and could not keep up with the monk's out-of-the-box way of thinking. It's not strange for a monk to give a lecture, but it would be strange for you to drag a doctor and ask the doctor to preach to others.
Fang Zheng nodded slightly and said, yes.
Song Yuhe asked: "Master, then... what are you going to say? Who do you want to listen? Also, you are looking for the wrong person when you look for me. I am just a doctor, not a salesperson. I can still help you." Sell tickets and attract people.”
Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "I don't need you to sell tickets, poor monk, you just need to pass on the news."
"Okay, then what are you going to say?" Song Yuhe thought of Fang Zheng's previous actions on the mountain, and felt that he was disgusted with him. My heart said: Do you want to hype it again? Is this monk not finished yet? Class starts? What can he say? Talk about Buddhist scriptures
However, Song Yuhe was a little afraid of this situation, so he still asked.
Fang Zheng said: "The poor monk is talking about medical skills."
"Medical skills?" Song Yuhe almost jumped up. He was so embarrassed today because of Fang Zheng's live broadcast of medical skills. Are you going to do it again now? He really wanted to tear Fang Zheng apart! This damn monk, is there no end to the hype
Ps: I recommend "The Technology System of All Realms" by my good friend Sun Shuai and Liangpi's new book "I Rely on Black Technology to Upgrade". This is the guy who came to harass me two days ago and almost got me drunk. It's unreasonable for me to want to be punished. I'm crying...
(End of chapter)