The pain of being unable to walk is something only those who have experienced it can truly understand. Thoki’s excitement and joy at the moment were beyond words.
“Dr. Bloomer, you are truly a miracle worker. Allow me to bow to you!” Thoki said, bowing deeply to Leo.
Leo extended his hand to help him up, saying, “It’s just a small effort. No need to be so polite.”
“Dad!” Just as Leo finished speaking, a man’s voice sounded from behind.
Turning around, they saw Henry, who had caused trouble at the Nameless Chinese Medicine Center before. At this moment, Henry was walking with difficulty, leaning on a cane.
When Henry saw Leo clearly, a look of fear appeared on his face. He then pointed at Leo and shouted to Thoki, “Dad, this guy bullied me. He dared to come here. Quickly, have someone beat him to death!”
After complaining, Henry, with a bit of courage, walked up to Leo, coldly saying, “Leo, when there is a way to heaven, you don’t go; when there is no door to hell, you force your way in! Today, you are doomed!”
After speaking, Henry suddenly felt that something was not quite right. Why did Katayama and Orchid look at him with a sympathetic gaze?
Thoki looked at Katayama and said, “This unfilial son seems to have a short memory. Break his other leg.”
Katayama nodded and was about to take action against Henry.
Leo raised his hand to stop Katayama. Regardless, Henry was Thoki’s own son. Thoki wanted Katayama to teach Henry a lesson in front of him, mainly because Leo had compensated for the shortcomings of Bounce Fist and cured his leg ailment.
Although Leo stopped Katayama, Thoki, to make his stance clear, personally slapped his son and then asked him to leave.
At noon, Thoki warmly entertained Leo and even gave him a diagnosis fee of ten million.
After a satisfying meal, when parting, Thoki sincerely told Leo that if he ever encountered trouble and needed help, just say the word. The Torajiro family, including the Heaven Martial Arts Training Club, would spare no effort to assist him.
Back at the clinic, Leo, as usual, fulfilled his duties as a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, starting consultations with patients.
After sitting down for a while, a middle-aged woman came into the clinic, looking very anxious.
In the consultation room, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes, the woman anxiously said, “Dr. Bloomer, I beg you, please save my son.”
“Madame, don’t worry. What happened? Tell me, and I’ll see if I can help you solve it.”
This woman, Georgia, lives in Georgia and makes a living through farming.
Georgia has a son, but he’s not successful. After graduating from junior high school, he stopped studying and, following some introductions, started a business selling mountain delicacies in the city.
Just a couple of days ago, her son went into the mountains to collect mountain delicacies and didn’t return for a whole day and night.
Worried, Georgia sought help from the villagers early the next morning to go into the mountains and find her son.
The villagers helped search for most of the day until they finally found Georgia’s son, Fay, in a mountain depression.
Fay was in tattered clothes, with his hair and face covered in something dark. He was hiding in the depression, gnawing on a piece of tree bark and occasionally emitting unsettling silly laughter.
The villagers brought him back to the village and immediately called the village doctor to examine and treat him.
After the village doctor’s examination, Georgia was told that Fay had gone mad.
Unable to accept this, Georgia immediately took Fay to the county hospital for diagnosis, which confirmed a mental disorder. The same result was obtained from the city hospital. After experts examined him, they concluded that, besides prescribing some medication, there was nothing else they could do.
Back in the village, looking at her son who spent the whole day crouching in a corner, gnawing on tree bark and intermittently saying, “The immortal is here, the immortal is here,” Georgia felt hopeless.
In her fifties, she and her spouse only had this one son. Though he wasn’t accomplished, he was supposed to be the one to take care of them in their old age. Now, he had become like this.
In her despair, the elderly people in the village told her that her son might have encountered something unclean in the mountains and been possessed.
In such a situation, she needed to find a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner skilled in exorcism.
Georgia quickly contacted an old classmate in the city, asking for help in finding a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner knowledgeable in exorcism. The classmate recommended her to go to find a practitioner named Leo Bloomer.
Knowing the background, Leo couldn’t determine what exactly was wrong with Georgia’s son. Seeing how anxious Georgia was, he could only console her, “Georgia, since I haven’t seen your son, I can’t be certain if I can help. ”
“Dr. Bloomer, no matter what, you have to help me. I’m desperate. Although I don’t have much money, as long as you can cure my son, even if I have to sell everything, I’ll repay you. Can you come with me to Georgia now and save my poor son?”
“Georgia, you’re exaggerating,” Leo glanced at the time, “Alright, I’ll go with you to Georgia now.”
About an hour later, Leo drove with Georgia to her home in Georgia.
Georgia’s house was a two-story small flat with a small courtyard.
Entering the courtyard, they saw a young man sitting in the corner, biting on a piece of bark from an unknown tree, and emitting silly laughter.
Georgia pointed to that young man, sadly saying, “Dr. Bloomer, he’s my son. For no reason, he became like this. I really don’t know what sins I committed in my past life for heaven to punish me like this.”
Leo walked over and observed Fay up close.
Examining his facial features-broad forehead, large nose, full celestial plane, ordinary and stable fate-he didn’t seem to be destined for major disasters or misfortunes.
Fay lifted his head, watching Leo drool with a silly smile, saying, “Immortal, the immortal is here.”
Immortal? Did Fay encounter something in the mountains when he went there? Or did he see something?
Thinking this, Leo was about to grab Fay’s left hand to examine, but he suddenly dodged. His silly smile instantly turned into fear, and he cried out, “You’re not an immortal, you’re a ghost! Help, help!”
“Dr. Bloomer, what’s wrong?” Georgia hurried over, seeing her son’s terrified expression, worried.
Leo seemed to recall something, contemplated for a moment, and solemnly said, “Georgia, hold him, I need to see the palm of his left hand.”
At these words, Georgia quickly hugged her son. When Leo reached out to grab Fay’s hand, Fay suddenly struggled.
If it weren’t for Georgia’s strength from farm work, she would have almost let him break free.
Held tightly, Fay, unable to break free, started screaming. From a man’s mouth came a scream similar to a woman’s, sounding extremely strange.
Leo caught his hand and took a look. The lines for wealth, prosperity, and longevity were fine, but in the center of the lifeline, there was a dark ink-like mass.
The ink-like color appeared and disappeared, almost impossible to notice if you weren’t paying attention.
With a dark palm, black threads in the whites of the eyes, it was evident that there was an ominous aura around him.
Leo initially thought Fay’s mental disorder might be a physiological problem. However, now he was certain it wasn’t that simple.
“Georgia, the reason your son went mad is due to an evil spirit invading his body. I think when he went into the mountains, he must have seen something unclean.” Leo stood up and asserted.
“Ah!?” Georgia was astonished, her mouth hanging wide open. “Dr. Bloomer, what should we do?”
“It’s not difficult to drive away the evil spirit.” Leo appeared calm; he wasn’t pretending but had a method in mind to handle such situations.
This method came from an unnamed ancient book on Feng Shui in Leo’s mind. Ever since Leo’s cultivation reached the level of an advanced spiritualist, this unnamed ancient book automatically appeared in his mind.
“Now I need some things: a Bagua mirror, a rooster, three high-quality incense sticks, three yellow talismans, cinnabar, a wolf-hair brush, and a three-meter-long hemp rope. Georgia, it shouldn’t be hard to find these things in the village, right?”
“Not at all, not at all. I’ll go find them right away.” Georgia nodded repeatedly.
“Oh, Georgia, it’s best to bring another strong man,” Leo said as Georgia was leaving the courtyard.
About twenty minutes later, Georgia returned. Behind her were many neighbors and villagers, with two men carrying a rectangular offering table on which Leo’s required items were neatly arranged.
Some came to help, while others came just to watch. Leo looked around and noticed an old locust tree in a corner of the courtyard, about four or five meters tall, which would be perfect.
“Dr. Bloomer, I’ve brought the things you need. What do we do next?”
Leo said, “Next, use the three-meter-long hemp rope to tie your son’s hands and feet together, then hang him upside down on the locust tree in the courtyard.”
After saying this, Leo gently tapped Fay’s head, and Fay softened, falling to the ground.
Georgia stood there in amazement with her mouth wide open.
“Georgia, if you want your son to recover, follow my instructions.” Leo spoke in an unquestionable tone.
Upon hearing this, Georgia, determined to save her son, didn’t care about anything else. She hardened her heart and turned to the two young farmhands, saying, “Marshall, Ron, could you please use the coarse hemp rope to hang my son upside down on the locust tree?”
The two men exchanged glances, approaching the unconscious Fay with curiosity and confusion. First, they tied the rope around Fay’s feet, then lifted him to the locust tree. With the help of other villagers, they managed to hang Fay upside down, following Leo’s instructions, with his head sixty centimeters above the ground.
Once Fay was securely hanging, Leo asked Georgia to fetch a basin. He grabbed the rooster tied on the table, then flicked its neck. Holding the rooster upside down, the blood flowed into the basin along its beak.
After the rooster’s blood was drained, the basin turned entirely red. Leo placed the basin, filled with rooster blood, under Fay’s head and set up a long table to the west of Fay.
Turning to the onlookers, Leo spoke loudly, “Later, no matter what you see or hear, please don’t panic and don’t speak. Stay quiet. This matter is crucial to Fay’s safety. Remember that.”