Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"What? I'll call the doctor right away."

"Uncle Fu, do you have silver needles? If not, embroidery needles will do. Give me a few. I'll help Wushuang relieve the pain first."

Uncle Fu thought about it, his eyes lit up: "Silver needles, right? I'll get them for you right away. The Chinese doctor came here once before and left some for backup."

A few minutes later, everything was ready. Qin Wushuang was lying on the bed, his face pale, covered in cold sweat, his brows furrowed, and he was obviously in a nightmare.

Su Chen took out the silver needle, drove the man out, took off his pajamas, and without any evil thoughts, the silver needle flew out and landed accurately on the acupuncture point. As the acupuncture continued, the expression on his face gradually calmed down.

He pulled out the silver needle, put her pajamas on, and then opened the door.

Uncle Fu looked over hurriedly, his eyes full of worry.

"Sir, how is the young lady? Is her headache coming back? Every time it came back, she would be unconscious for several days. What's wrong now? When will she wake up? How can you give her acupuncture?"

Su Chen said helplessly: "Uncle Fu, you asked me so many questions at once, which one should I answer first? Otherwise, let's go to the first floor and ask you one by one what you want to ask."

"...Okay, let's go downstairs and talk so as not to disturb the young lady's rest."

Aunt Wang opened the door and took a look. After confirming that the young lady was asleep, she nodded and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Fu. The young lady is asleep and her expression is no longer painful. I think she is fine now."

Come to the lobby on the first floor.

Su Chen took out the little paper man, put it on the table, and watched it jumping around. The others were dumbfounded when they saw this, staring blankly with disbelief in their eyes.

Uncle Fu was also a little surprised: "Uh, what is this, uncle? How can the paper move?"

"Well, I'm a cultivator. I can tell fortunes and catch ghosts, so naturally, I can cut a small paper figure. It's also very simple to communicate with spirits. I gave this paper figure to Wushuang. If you encounter danger, you can call my name."

"Just now, I pushed the door open because I heard her calling me. As for acupuncture, medicine and the art of medicine are inseparable. I only know a little bit. What I really understand is related to ghosts."

Everyone: "...??"

Su Chen raised his eyebrows and asked sincerely, "If I didn't explain it clearly, you can ask me again. Of course, fortune-telling is just my hobby. I studied finance in college."

The corners of Wang Ma's mouth twitched. She thought that she was still a top student, otherwise she would not have been able to pass the exam to become a housekeeper, but finance and metaphysics.

These two things are completely unrelated. Aren't they too far apart? How did this person make the switch? It doesn't seem easy. He must be a master.

"Uncle, you said in the car earlier that you came back in a ghost taxi, and that's true."

Su Chen nodded, his expression serious: "Yes, that day, Butler Zhao urged me to come back. It was dark and it was hard to get a taxi. I happened to come across a ghost taxi, so I took it back. It's quite fast to take the ghost road."

Uncle Fu, Aunt Wang: Actually, this is not a question of speed. The key problem is the ghost. It's a ghost rental. Isn't the son-in-law afraid of being harmed by the ghost?

"No, sir, you are too brave. What if a ghost harms you?"

"Ah, that's not the case. I'm a skilled Taoist. Ordinary ghosts can't hurt me. Don't worry..."

After Su Chen finished speaking, he looked at them and said, "If you are all right, I will go upstairs to see Wushuang first. If he doesn't have another attack, I can save him in time."

He stood up and took out a few amulets from his pocket and placed them on the table: "These are amulets for you. Carry them with you to keep you safe."

He turned around and went upstairs. The people downstairs looked at each other, and after they realized what was happening, they rushed to the table to grab the food.

"Uncle Fu, this is mine. Don't fight with young people for it."

"Young people, you must learn to respect the elderly and love the young. I am old and really afraid of death. You must give me one."

Mother Wang raised her hand, smoothed her messy hair, carefully put the amulet into her pocket, and felt much more at ease.

He grinned and said, "Uncle Fu, keep your amulet. I tell you, there are too few masters with real abilities. There are mostly charlatans nowadays."

"...No, you're so young, how can you be superstitious?"

Uncle Fu put the amulet away and looked at her with some curiosity.

The smile on Wang Ma's face faded, as if she had thought of something unpleasant. She said with a bit of trepidation, "Well, I've been taught a lesson. Seeing is believing, so I'll naturally remember it."