Chapter 135

As soon as I heard that none of us relatives could have contact with Sister Xiaomei, I got a little anxious. After all, she had just been rescued, and according to normal thinking, she should be most in need of comfort and care from those close to her.

I said, "But shouldn't she feel more secure and recover her emotions more easily if she's with her family?"

Jiang Yongguang shook his head and said, "You're wrong about that. If you see Xiaomei frequently, it will repeatedly stimulate her to recall the events in the Tuojiang Ancient Shu tomb and the death of Aunt Mei. I believe that's when she was traumatized, causing acute stress disorder."

"Are you saying that Sister Xiaomei was traumatized by Aunt Mei's death?" I asked.

"Most likely," Jiang Yongguang said with certainty. "What could stimulate her more than witnessing her mother's death with her own eyes? Nothing, right?"

"Sigh..." I sighed, but suddenly remembered something. When we first found Sister Xiaomei, she told us that she was a jinx and that she had caused Aunt Mei's death.

Now, thinking about this sentence, I only felt very strange.

Why would Sister Xiaomei say that?

What was her relationship with Aunt Mei's death?

But now that Sister Xiaomei's emotions were so unstable, we obviously couldn't ask her about it. The truth about Aunt Mei's murder would probably have to remain buried for a while.

At this time, Jiang Yongguang also said, "By the way, we can't start an investigation into Aunt Mei's murder for the time being. Everything has to wait until Xiaomei's emotions stabilize, otherwise, repeatedly stimulating her may worsen her condition."

I immediately nodded and said, "Yes, yes, don't stimulate Sister Xiaomei. Let her recuperate first."

Jiang Yongguang said, "Well, we will arrange for her to recuperate in a nearby sanatorium, but before that, we have to make sure she is healthy."

As soon as this topic came up, I immediately remembered something else, which was the black scales that appeared on the inside of Sister Xiaomei's wrist.

Compared to her mental state, this was even more worrying to me.

I said, "How is Sister Xiaomei's health? Is she... has she contracted some strange disease?"

Jiang Yongguang looked up at me and said, "You noticed it after all. That's right. When we gave her a full body check-up yesterday, we did find some keratinization on the skin of her wrists and ankles. The medical staff haven't come to a conclusion yet and can't determine what kind of disease this is..."

I couldn't help but interrupt him and said, "But you must remember this disease, right? I told you about it when I was in Tuojiang."

"Yes, of course, I remember," Jiang Yongguang said with a serious expression. "You said you saw a person in Boss Wang's villa whose entire back had this kind of keratinization."

"That's right." I nodded and said, "Also, when we were in the Qu Shang underground palace before, we met Liu Huangshu (Uncle Liu), and he also had this keratinized skin. This disease must be related to the ancient Shu Kingdom!"

Jiang Yongguang did not respond to my deduction but stroked his chin and remained silent.

I asked him again, "Da Yong, do you think this could be some kind of curse? Everyone who enters the ancient Shu tomb may be subjected to this curse, so Boss Wang's subordinates, Zhi Guoren (pot supporter) Liu Huangshu, and Sister Xiaomei, they all... all contracted this strange disease?"

Jiang Yongguang shook his head dismissively and said, "Unless there is concrete evidence, I will definitely not believe this kind of feudal superstition explanation."

"Right, you are an atheist," I nodded and said.

Jiang Yongguang, like Xiao Liang, did not believe in these superstitious claims. They firmly believed that there were no ghosts or gods in this world, let alone illusory things like curses.

Finally, I asked him worriedly, "Da Yong, tell me the truth. How serious is this disease? Is Sister Xiaomei in any danger?"

Jiang Yongguang said with difficulty, "Xiao Chen, to tell you the truth, we don't know anything about this disease right now. I don't know if this disease can be cured, but rest assured, we will definitely do our best to cure Xiaomei. I will notify you as soon as I have any news about her."

After this period of contact, I already trusted Jiang Yongguang very much. After all, we had a friendship forged through life and death. I patted him on the shoulder and said, "Then I'm counting on you."

Jiang Yongguang nodded and instructed me again, "Take care of Uncle Mei and Hu Wazi (Tiger Cub) on my behalf. The two of them are not as rational as you are. I'm afraid they'll cause trouble, especially Hu Wazi."

"Understood," I responded. "I'll be responsible for explaining Sister Xiaomei's situation to them."

"That's good," Jiang Yongguang was relieved.

I couldn't see Sister Xiaomei on this trip, and my heart felt empty.

Unlike now, technology was not so advanced at that time. If two people were in different places, a video call could be made to see each other.

At that time, we could only make phone calls. At most, we could send a color SMS message, which was sending photos via SMS. One color SMS message cost five yuan, and the resolution was very low, so it was not clear at all. It was a rip-off.

Besides, Jiang Yongguang repeatedly told me not to contact Sister Xiaomei, which meant that I couldn't even make a phone call or send a color SMS message.

I could only suppress the concern in my heart and silently return to Uncle Mei's ward.

When I went back, I saw Uncle Mei eating breakfast. His whole person was radiant, and his energy was much better than before.

I knew that because Sister Xiaomei had been rescued, Uncle Mei suddenly had the motivation to live.

Seeing me coming over, Uncle Mei said with a smile, "Rongsheng, you're here? Come on, eat something together, and we'll go see An'an after we finish."

Looking back, Uncle Mei hadn't smiled so cheerfully in a long time.

I sat down next to his hospital bed and said softly, "Uncle, don't rush to eat. Slow down. I have something to tell you. Sister Xiaomei was transferred to another hospital this morning. Her physical condition is quite special, and the level of this hospital is not high enough. I'm afraid it won't be able to cure her."

"What? When was An'an transferred? Why didn't anyone come down to notify me? Where's Da Yong? Does he know about this?" Uncle Mei was anxious and stared at me.

I quickly relayed Jiang Yongguang's words to him and told him that Sister Xiaomei had been mentally traumatized and couldn't see us for the time being, otherwise, it would affect her recovery.

Uncle Mei didn't accept it at first, saying that this was nonsense. He couldn't even see his own daughter? There was no such reason in the world!

But after a while, he calmed down. I patiently talked to him for a long time and finally persuaded him. He also agreed not to disturb Sister Xiaomei for the time being.

When it was noon, Hu Wazi also came over. He bought a lot of Sister Xiaomei's favorite fruits and brought a bouquet of flowers. As a result, when he heard the news that Sister Xiaomei had been transferred to another hospital, Hu Wazi couldn't accept it for a long time.

Uncle Mei and I had no choice but to enlighten Hu Wazi, and it took us several hours to appease him...