"Master, my son has suddenly become ill recently. He went to the hospital and could not find out what disease he had. Please, save my son. My wife and I are willing to lose everything and exchange for my son's life."

Shu Ange clicked on this private message, looked at the earnest words on it, and returned concisely: "Address, contact information, specific situation."

The reason why she asked for the specific situation was that some people asked for help randomly. Even if the baby was sick and coughed, he had to ask Shu Ange for help.

Isn’t it a joke to go to the hospital, burn incense and worship Buddha when I’m sick, and place hopes on gods.

Another set of computers, Qiao Bin and his wife stared at the screen with bloody eyes.

My son's face was waxy and wrinkles all over his face. He was as thin as a handful of bones, like a little old man, lying sickly on the big bed behind them.

The two of them were anxious during this period and went to hospitals of all sizes and sizes in Dongning City and also visited the large hospitals in the capital.

No matter where you go, no matter how you test, you cannot detect the specific cause of your son.

My son is getting weaker day by day, and there are a few times when he almost fails.

The doctor issued several notices of critical illness, but finally told them with regret. The hospital was powerless, so it would be better to satisfy the child's wishes in the last days.

For parents, the most difficult thing to give up is their children.

How could the couple watch the child die? The hospital found no problem, so they begged God and worshiped Buddha to find all possible possibilities to save the child.

"Reply, Master replied!"

Qiao Bin saw the golden envelopes flashing in the corner, and almost jumped up excitedly.

Cheng Huanhuan wiped his tears, grabbed Qiao Bin's arm tightly and said, "Hurry up, open and see what the master has replied."

She didn't dare to look back at the child, for fear that she would not be able to hold back her tears after taking a look.

When he thought that the child might leave him, Cheng Huanhuan wanted to die for the child and live a good life.

"Master, let us explain the address and contact information, and the specific situation."

Qiao Bin stammered and kept shaking his hands on the keyboard.

"I type faster than you, I'll say."

Recently, the two of them have read a lot of stories about the masters on the Supernatural Forum.

Even if the legendary master is a liar, the couple is willing to give it a try.

Cheng Huanhuan wiped his tears and quickly described his son's specific situation.

"Master, we are from Mingang District, Dongning City. A month ago, my son suddenly started to get sick. He went to hospitals of all sizes and big and small but no problems were found. He was very sick, and he seemed to be slightly angry and was taken away from his body."

After hitting this point, Cheng Huanhuan wiped her tears.

"The doctor has checked. My Xingqi is either aging disease or has no other diseases. She is just aging of unknown causes. Before her son started to get sick, she went to the countryside to play with us. My husband and I suspected that he had a collision."

After briefly describing his son's situation, Cheng Huanhuan was about to press the sending, Qiao Bin reminded: "Send a photo of his son, please beg the master."

He was really desperate. The couple worked hard in the city for so many years before they had their own nest.

They only have one son, who has been carefully raised since childhood. Xingqi is well-behaved, smart and clever, and they don’t have to worry about their studies or life.

During these days, Qiao Bin felt so upset whenever he thought about how much he owed to his son when he was busy with work.

Cheng Huanhuan put the photos saved in the computer into the attachment and sent them to the master.

"Still watching the forum?"

Xia Wu's voice suddenly sounded, and Shu Ange said without looking back: "Well, I'm idle too. There is a child who is a little anxious. Listening to his family's narration, it doesn't look like he's being infected but is like someone's life is being exchanged."

At this time, Xia Wu also saw the child like an old man in the photo.

The child was open with his eyes, his eyes were turbid, and he was hunched over like a little old man.

"It's true that someone has been replaced. It seems that his life will last for a few days."

Xia Wu's cold tone makes people unable to tell any emotions.

He is a very complicated person who can sacrifice himself to protect the people, but he is very indifferent to the birth, old age, sickness and death of ordinary people.

Perhaps this is the true nature of the gods. They protect the peace of the people in the world, not the guardian god of someone.

"Let's go there tomorrow morning."

After Shu Ange reached the conclusion, he made an appointment with Qiao Bin and his wife.

After seeing the message from the master, Cheng Huanhuan could no longer help but feel excited in her chest. She turned around and lay on the bed, held her son's hand, and shed tears.

She buried her face in the bed, afraid that her sensible son would be sad, so she dared not cry out loud, and her back kept rising and falling.

Qiao Bin looked at his son's haggard and horrifying appearance, and his chest hurt.

Tomorrow is the last hope for the couple. If the master has no choice, they may really lose their beloved son.

The weather has been dry for a long time and it started to snow in the morning.

Shu Ange, holding a black umbrella and wearing a beige-white tweed coat, walked down from the rental with Natsugo.

Mingang District belongs to the urban and rural gathering department, with high-rise buildings and private houses here.

When the two walked to the traffic light, Shu Ange took out his cell phone and called Cheng Huanhuan.

"Hello, I've arrived, black umbrella, beige coat."

"Master, I'm here!"

Cheng Huanhuan was on the roadside early in the morning. After the phone was called, she looked around and saw Shu Ange and the other two with outstanding temperament.

The master was younger than she thought, and his dressing was different from what she expected.

When Cheng Huanhuan saw clearly that the two of them had outstanding temperaments under the black umbrella, he felt a little more stable.

How could ordinary people have such temperament and appearance? These two masters are definitely capable.

"Hello, two masters, my name is Cheng Huanhuan, Qiao Xingqi's mother. Please go here, my home is nearby. Thank you for your reason. My husband and I are willing to give everything to exchange for my son's life."

She said a long sentence in one breath, and Shu Ange nodded slightly.

"Look at the child first, and then talk about other things."

Xia Wu was wearing a light gray tweed coat today and a pure white cashmere scarf. His lips were pink and tender as peach petals, and he looked younger than Shu Ange.

He didn't speak, and Cheng Huanhuan didn't dare to talk to him.

Cheng Huanhuan took the two to an old community and led them up the stairs, saying embarrassedly: "The community has been too old and has not installed an elevator. Thank you for your hard work, I will help you get an umbrella."

"It's not hard, the umbrella is not heavy, I'll carry it myself."

The corridor is narrow and cramped, the walls are covered with graffiti, and there are spider webs in the corners.

The Qiao family's economic level is not very good. Their determination to make everything for their children touched Shu Ange very much.

"At this time, the home is small, two masters will just go."
Chapter completed!