ILSITM Chapter 85

“It’s born?” The female cleaner looked at the middle-aged man holding a silk banner and the middle-aged woman holding a letter of gratitude, then walked towards the elderly woman holding the baby.
“It’s a boy!” the middle-aged woman replied excitedly.
The female cleaner approached the baby and made a strange sound, causing the baby to laugh out loud.
Some busybodies suggested that the people who brought the silk banner and the letter of gratitude should hang them on the left and right walls of the toilet’s tool room.
The middle-aged man came prepared. He took out a small hammer and a nail from his backpack, hammered the nail in, and quickly hung the silk banner on the wall.
The middle-aged woman peeled off the back of the letter of gratitude and directly stuck the letter on the wall.
Some people gathered around, and one person began to read the contents of the letter of gratitude aloud.
“Letter of Gratitude – To our respected benefactor, Black Beauty: We have been married for many years and have not been able to conceive. In recent years, we have visited many hospitals, but my husband’s infertility has not been cured,” the person reading the letter paused and swallowed.
“Last year, when my husband and I came to the hospital in Wuhu City for treatment, my husband met you, who was mopping the floor in the men’s toilet. After hearing the sound of my husband urinating, you said that my husband suffered from infertility. Later, my husband took two doses of Chinese medicine according to the prescription you gave, and I became pregnant and gave birth to a boy this year. Thank you for giving our family offspring, and we will never forget your great kindness and virtue!” The person finished reading the letter of gratitude and swallowed again.
After sticking the letter of gratitude, the middle-aged woman walked down the steps, took out a red envelope from her crossbody bag, and stuffed it into the female cleaner’s arms. The female cleaner immediately took a step back and waved her hand, saying that she couldn’t accept the red envelope.
The middle-aged man walked down the steps and persuaded the female cleaner to accept the red envelope.
Some people who had read the letter of gratitude also came over to help the couple persuade the female cleaner to accept the red envelope, saying that she should not disappoint the gratitude of the thankful.
The female cleaner couldn’t resist the crowd’s persuasion and had to accept the red envelope.
After giving the red envelope, the couple thanked her profusely before leaving with the crowd.
The female cleaner picked up the mop from the ground and went back into the men’s toilet to mop the floor.
The crowd gradually dispersed, and some people discussed the female cleaner as they walked.
Some people said that she was a quack doctor lurking in the men’s toilet, treating male infertility; some people said that she was a midwife stationed in the women’s toilet, responsible for emergency deliveries; and others said that she was a madwoman who had escaped from a mental hospital…
In short, there were many different opinions and no one knew for sure.
Hearing these people’s discussions, I suddenly had an idea and hurried back to the public toilet.
When I walked into the men’s toilet, I saw the female cleaner mopping the floor with her head down.
“Auntie, can you help me check my condition? My girlfriend hasn’t been able to get pregnant, and I suspect that I may have infertility,” I said softly, looking at the female cleaner who was mopping the floor with her head down.
“Sure, go to the urinal and pee for me to hear the sound,” the female cleaner looked at me and said with a smile.
I happened to have to pee, so I walked to the urinal and started to urinate.
The urine flowed into the urinal quickly and powerfully. The transparent urine hit the urinal wall, and immediately blossomed into crystal clear water droplets.
The last few drops of urine dripped into the urinal, like a gurgling spring, with a lingering sound.
I adjusted my clothes and looked at the female cleaner. She glanced at me, but didn’t say anything, and lowered her head to continue mopping the floor.
I had no choice but to move to her and asked softly, “Auntie, do you think I have infertility?”
The female cleaner seemed not to have heard and continued to mop the floor with her head down.
I became a little anxious and said loudly, “Auntie, can my illness be cured?”
The female cleaner shook her head and said, “Your illness is terminal, and you will lose your male function in less than a month.”
I was shocked to hear this, and my legs suddenly went weak, and I almost collapsed on the ground.
“Then it seems I’m hopeless,” I murmured to myself.
The female cleaner sighed and said, “There is no cure for your illness!”
I looked dejected and stood there dumbfounded.
After the female cleaner finished mopping the men’s toilet, she cleaned the mop and walked out of the men’s toilet.
I slowly picked up my backpack from the ground and put it on my shoulder, then picked up a travel bag in each of my left and right hands, slowly moved to the door, and walked down the steps step by step.
“There is only one way to treat your illness, to try a desperate remedy,” the female cleaner’s voice sounded behind me.
I slowly turned around and asked weakly, “What is the method?”
The female cleaner hesitated, sighed, and then said, “The Yin-Yang Essence Cultivation Method.”
The “Yin-Yang Essence Cultivation Method” is actually very simple to practice. Black Beauty would ride her electric bike to take me to a rural cemetery in the suburbs every few days.
Black Beauty said that to “gather Yin,” one must go to a place with heavy Yin energy.
“Where is the Yin energy the heaviest? Of course, it’s the place with the most dead people,” Black Beauty said, her expression suddenly becoming strange.
Black Beauty rode her electric bike and took me to a rural cemetery in the suburbs.
This cemetery was spread across a desolate small mountain. The graves all over the mountain were like the eyes of people who had drowned – eyeballs bulging, staring at me and Black Beauty, making me shudder.
Black Beauty wanted me to walk alone from the foot of the mountain to the top, and then walk down from the top.
There was no road from the foot of the mountain to the top.
“Where is the road?” I asked Black Beauty with a blank expression.
“Originally, there was a road to the top of the mountain, but later, more people were buried here, and the road was occupied by graves,” Black Beauty chuckled.
I had no choice but to bite the bullet, step on the piles of graves, walk unsteadily like a drunk, and walk towards the top of the mountain.
After reaching the top of the mountain, I turned around and walked down again.
From a distance, I saw Black Beauty standing in a peach forest at the foot of the mountain, only half of her face showing, looking very gloomy and terrifying, like a female ghost, scaring me out of my wits and making me piss my pants.
I cried and screamed all the way, stumbling and running down the mountain, sweating profusely, and my pants were wet.
There is an ancient book called *The Book of Burial* that says: “Peach and mulberry trees in front of the door are very ominous.”
In the eyes of the ancients, peach trees and mulberry trees both gathered Yin energy.
It’s not that I’m timid, but the mountain is full of peach trees, and the mountain is full of graves. The Yin energy in this place is indeed heavy enough.
After this operation, although I was scared half to death, I felt a kind of essence filling my lower body.
Black Beauty asked me if I felt the essence in my lower body, and I said I did.

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