"Ah Ling, how is the situation?"
A rough, booming voice echoed as a man with an air of wealth stepped into the hospital room. It was my uncle, still relatively young at the time. As soon as he entered, my aunt immediately sensed something was wrong, took my mother by the hand, and left the room.
"Master Thomas Zhou, please come and take a look."
"Amitabha..."
It was Abbot Zhou. During the incident with the ghost infant, my cousin had called him for help. My father wore a helpless expression. At that moment, I saw my young cousin, three or four years older than me, walk over to my side, raise his hand, and press it against my head.
"Cousin, get up, wake up, wake up..."
As he spoke, my cousin slapped my cheeks.
"You brat, what are you doing? Trying to beat your cousin to death?"
My uncle said this as he punched my cousin, who just smiled.
"Hey, maybe our cousin isn't really sick—maybe he's just asleep. Sometimes a little roughness actually works."
"Brother, when will the foreign specialists you contacted arrive?"
"Ah Ling, they'll be here in three days. I've invited several experts just in case."
"Brother, about the money..."
My uncle patted my father's shoulder.
"Money? What money? When a life is at stake—especially one of our Zhang family—we have to save them, no matter the cost. Master, please take a look first."
As my uncle spoke, Master Zhou walked over. I saw his expression grow serious. At that moment, I could see it too—a black mist was rising from my body, weak and faint. Master Zhou approached, stretched out a hand, and pressed it against my forehead.
"Benefactor Zhang, I suggest you take this child to the Universal Temple."
My uncle was stunned, letting out a surprised sound, but my father nodded.
"It's strange. This illness is like being possessed. We've done every possible test, but nothing shows up. The doctors say all the organs are failing."
My father spoke, leaving my uncle stunned as he looked at Master Zhou, who then sighed.