As soon as the silver needle in my hand penetrated the old man's Fengchi point, I saw a female ghost standing behind him.
The woman was wearing a floral skirt, her face was covered in blood, her eyes were staring at me, and her lips were opening and closing. I couldn't hear the voice, but I understood the mouth shape - she was saying "help me."
When my hand shook, the needle almost stuck.
I quickly stabilized my wrist, took a deep breath, and told myself it was an illusion. My grandfather told me before he died that if you think wildly while getting an acupuncture, you may easily have a medical accident. I graduated from a serious university of traditional Chinese medicine and studied modern medical theories. How could I see ghosts?
But the female ghost is still there.
She knelt down and kowtowed to me.
What came out of his forehead was not blood, but wisps of black air seeping down along the cracks in the floor. I looked down and saw that the tiles on the floor began to smoke, as if they had been burned by a red-hot iron.
"Doctor, what's wrong?" The old man turned his head and looked at me blankly.
I quickly said it's okay, don't move, I'll give you the last injection.
My hands are shaking. It's not that I'm afraid, it's that the female ghost is getting closer and closer to me. I can smell the rotten smell on her body, like rotten eggs and dead mice mixed together. The old man was completely unaware and was still humming a tune, saying that his neck had not been feeling well for the past two days and he was feeling dizzy, so he wanted to ask me to give him a few injections.
Suddenly my grandfather's words rang in my mind.
"Qinglan, if you see a shadow under the needle in the future, don't panic, it's a ghost seeking medical treatment. This needle in your hand can connect yin and yang."
