Dr. Jiang’s Daily Adversities

Anyway, in the past few years, I have never discovered when my son believed in Buddhism.

He followed suspiciously all the way. When he arrived, he realized that the brat had made an appointment long ago. No, he was introduced to the backyard by the monk as soon as he arrived.

"Donor Mo, the master is already waiting."

"Well, trouble."

"Don't be polite."

After all, the sesame oil money donated by Young Master Mo this time was enough to cover the incense of the past year.

Money can make ghosts grind, let alone a living person!

Jiang Tingxu had always followed to the backyard, but when he entered the yard, he couldn't enter the meditation house, as if there was a wall blocking in front.

In the Zen room.

The bald monk was holding a chess piece in his hand, playing chess with himself, and hearing the movement, the chess piece fell with a ‘pop’.

"coming?"

The little monk who led the way has left.

"Come in, kid from the Mo family."

After all, it is a young man who is not yet eighteen years old, and he always feels a little uncomfortable.

If it hadn't been for the classmates to mention it all of a sudden, I wouldn't have suddenly come here!

The dignified young master of the Mo family, the only heir of the Mo family group, if it is passed out, it may be discussed outside.

However, it's all here, can't you pout and leave, right?

cough.

After entering, he politely bowed to the master:

"Good master."

The great monk smiled and waved his hands:

"Sit down, look at the face of the little benefactor, how come they are trapped!

The young benefactor is so young, the future is promising, the past has passed, and everything is only a few days away, why keep entangled? "

"you know?"

I have to say that, as the young master of the Mo group, he grew up growing under the red flag. He had never believed in feudal superstition or something, but now... he is a little uncertain.

The great monk smiled clearly:

"If the little donor can find the old monk, he must have already had an idea?"

That's for sure.

For a time, his complexion became more formal:

"Master, I am willing to donate all the assets under my name to help those in need. Also, in the future, I will be a doctor who will treat illnesses for life and save people. If it is not enough, then use my life, just beg..."

"Just want your family of three to be reunited again in the next life?"

"Yes!"

If I can, I really want to go back to when my father and mother were still there, and be a mother's child again, so that I won't misunderstand my mother again, and I won't be indifferent to my mother...

Although there is not much memory left about his mother, after all, at that time, I was only three or four years old and couldn't remember much.

But I miss it all the time, even dreaming every night.

A few years ago, I could still dream of my mother’s face. In recent years, I can’t even dream of my mother’s face anymore, but my miss is getting stronger and deeper, deepening into my bones and soul.

The great monk turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and closed his eyes:

"All evils do not do, all good practices follow; self-purification is all Buddhism.

For hundreds of years, the blessings have been accumulated for generations, and the heaven has protected them.

Little donor, go back, you will get what you want! "

"Really?"

"Monk, don't talk."

In the yard, Jiang Tingxu suddenly felt a familiar suction, and he didn't even have time to look at his son for the last time, and his soul instantly disappeared.

At the same moment, in the hospital.

Di...di...di...di...the monitor beeps.

"Wake up! Wake up! The patient is awake!" The nurse guarding in the ward shouted excitedly.

Soon, a group of doctors in white lab coats came in, and at the same time, followed by a man with a beard and a little man who was asleep in his arms.