Jiang Du had set up a medical stall at Longyuan Ferry for three years, treated 800 people, and never saw a dead person coming to see a doctor.
That day Xie Buyu put his wrist on her pulse pillow. The bottom of his wrist was empty and cold, like a dry well. She raised her eyes to look at him, and he smiled at her. The ends of his eyes were curved and looked too good to be true: "Doctor, I don't feel well."
Jiang Du said: "You are dead."
Three years ago, there was a fire at the Marquis Mansion in Zhenbei. The sixth lady was buried in the flames, the old Marquis died suddenly, and the retainer Yi Yi set himself on fire out of fear of crime. Three charred corpses, two old cases, all lives were lost in the fire. Jiang Du was the only one who escaped. She thought she could survive by changing her name, hiding in the ferry, and becoming a mute doctor.
Xie Buyu - a dead man who maintains his human form through witchcraft. During the day, he is a "miraculous doctor" praised by everyone in the capital, but at night he is a charred body. He circled among the powerful, held the prince's palace, disturbed the court, and killed all those who wanted to kill her on her behalf. He said he was repaying the favor.
Every night he squatted at the door of her room, holding a bowl of cold and hot soup.
On the day he died, the silver bell fell to the ground and all the tea leaves in the courtyard fell. Jiang Du squatted at the ferry and held the deformed bell in his hand. Someone in the wind laughed softly:
"Doctor, don't cry."
She looked up.
There is no such face.
The bell scalded her.
Intention: Like a ghost or angry