Three doctors had been brought, or rather seized, from the county. The three brothers weren’t eloquent speakers; they simply explained the situation to the doctors, who upon hearing that Xiaoxiao had been diagnosed with only five days to live, were unwilling to treat her, fearing the impact on their reputations from a deceased patient.
Left with no choice, the brothers resorted to violence, kidnapping the doctors due to the urgency of the situation—decorum was the last thing on their minds.
Though reluctant to provide treatment, the doctors, still possessing a sense of medical duty, took turns checking Xiaoxiao’s pulse seriously. After their examination, each one wore a grave expression.
"Doctor, how is it?" Seeing the doctors’ expressions, Yang Ming’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately inquired about the diagnosis.
All three doctors shook their heads and sighed, seemingly reluctant to speak.
"Doctor, what exactly is wrong with my wife?"
One doctor answered, "Forgive my limited medical skills, I cannot determine her illness, but one thing seems clear—she’s not going to last long."
The other two doctors also shook their heads, indicating they were unable to diagnose the issue.
"Is there really no solution?" Yang Ming asked, his heart breaking, searching for even the slightest glimmer of hope.
But ultimately, he was disappointed, as the doctors all sighed deeply.
"You should prepare for the inevitable, prepare for her funeral," one suggested.
This advice weighed heavily on everyone’s heart, with Yang Chun asking in agony, "Doctor, how long does she have left?"
"Try to feed her some rice porridge, she can hold on for a few more days."
Upon hearing this, the women in the house burst into tears, rushing to Xiaoxiao’s side, screaming and wailing.
"Youngest son’s wife, what’s happened to you?"
"Youngest brother’s wife, please get up."
The men in the family also turned red-eyed instantly, the room filled with desolation.
Old man Yang turned to his eldest son, "Boss, pay the doctor’s fee and send the three doctors back."
So Yang Chun sent the doctors back as instructed.
Afterward, Old man Yang gave another order, "Fourth son, go to Stone Village and bring the in-laws to see her one last time."
Upon hearing this, Yang Ming shouted, "Dad, my wife will not die."
"Third son, I don’t want her to die either, but what can I do given the situation?" his father’s voice trembled, tears welling in his eyes.
Hearing his father’s frail and powerless voice, Yang Ming was left speechless; he didn’t know what to do.
By then, relatives from the local area had started arriving, all deeply saddened by the news. They found it unbelievable. How could touching the bracelet in that urn have affected her this way? Could it really be due to a clash with the urn?
Thus, Uncle Yang Ming suggested, "Second brother, could it be the clash with the urn that we dug up? Why don’t we perform a ritual to dispel the bad luck, maybe it could call back my nephew’s wife’s soul?"
Yang Ming’s second uncle added, "A dying horse might as well be treated like a live one; we cannot just wait for death."
"Father, please, let’s try summoning spirits," sobbed Yang Ming’s mother.
Old man Yang, also at a loss, turned to his son, "Third son, what do you think...?"
Yang Ming agreed. Though he did not believe in such things, he was desperate, and any hope felt like a lifesaver, which he wanted to cling to tightly.
Seeing his son agree, Old man Yang immediately had Yang Gang go to Downhill Village to fetch the well-known Witch