After entering the room, Wang Yao saw the patient.
An old man in his seventies with gray hair and beard was lying unconscious on the bed. His face was pale gold, and his breathing was weak.
Beside the bed sat an old man with white hair and beard. He was wearing a Tang suit. He was thin, but his eyes were bright. He was taking the patient's pulse.
"Sigh." The old man taking the pulse sighed.
"How is it, Mr. Sang?" Zhou Ying, who had been quiet on the way here, asked anxiously.
"I can't do anything. You have to be mentally prepared," the old man with the surname Sang said after thinking for a moment.
He got up and found that there was another person in the room. He was very young and had an indescribable temperament that made people want to take a second look at him.
"Who is this young man?"
"Oh, he is …" Zhou Xiong was about to say that Wang Yao was their relative, but Wang Yao spoke first.
"Hello, Mr. Sang. I am a pharmacist," Wang Yao said with a smile.
He took the initiative to reveal his identity because when he saw the old man, he felt a strange sense of familiarity. To put it simply, the old man's temperament was very similar to his.
"Ancient pharmacist?" The old man was slightly stunned.
"Yes."
"Haha, I haven't heard such a title in a long time. How should I address you, little friend?" The old man's tone was very kind. Whether it was his expression or his words, there was not a trace of disdain or arrogance. This made Wang Yao admire the old man even more.
"Wang Yao."
"Little friend, please."
Wang Yao did not stand on ceremony. He sat by the bed and took the patient's pulse. As he made the diagnosis, his brows gradually furrowed. After a while, he moved his fingers away.
"How is it, Dr. Wang?" Zhou Xiong's father asked softly. He knew that Wang Yao was extraordinary.
"The poison has entered his internal organs. His tendons and veins are in disorder. His blood flow is in reverse. He has many fractures and internal organs are damaged."
There were so many problems, but any one of them could be a fatal threat to a person.
The patient was like an old ship riddled with holes, but it was still sailing in the middle of a storm. It was a miracle that it could last until now.
Mr. Sang nodded with a smile after hearing Wang Yao's diagnosis.
Unlike the people Wang Yao had met before, when he said that he was a pharmacist, the old man's heart was filled with surprise and expectation. This title had been silent for too long, so long that people didn't even know that there was such an occupation in ancient times, and that there was such a title. And this young man's performance did not disgrace this title. He did it by taking the pulse and determining the illness.
"Is there a way to treat it?"
"Not at the moment." Wang Yao shook his head.
This kind of patient basically had one foot in the door of hell. It would be difficult, too difficult to pull him back!
As he spoke, the patient who was lying on the bed suddenly breathed rapidly. His body began to sweat like beads of oil.
Not good!?
Wang Yao and Mr. Sang shouted at the same time.
Sweat like oil, this was a sign of a critical illness, and the Yang energy was about to disappear.
Wang Yao hurriedly put his hand on the patient. His pulse was extremely weak and seemed to be about to stop.
Mr. Sang leaned over and touched the patient's limbs. They were already cold.
"Ying …" The unconscious old man opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was very weak. He seemed to be calling for his son.
This was a sign of terminal lucidity.
"Dad!" Zhou Xiong's cousin suddenly knelt by the bed. This man, who had been silent all the way, was now crying like beads of broken string.
This was Wang Yao's first time seeing such a scene at such a close distance.
The Grim Reaper had come and was about to take this old man away.
Wait.
Wang Yao suddenly thought of the Prolongation Pill he had just refined. This pill might be useful.
"Don't cry."
Wang Yao's mind moved. His stiff hand reached into his pocket and took out the bottle of pills. He poured out one pill, and a faint fragrance immediately spread out.
"Help him up."
Zhou Ying hurriedly helped his father up, and then cooperated with Wang Yao to put the pill into his mouth. Mr. Sang, who was beside him, gently patted his throat and back.
"It's done."
Zhou Ying slowly put his father down.
They did not know what medicine Wang Yao had just given the patient, so they could only wait anxiously at the side.
The old man was unconscious again, but his breathing, which was like gossamer and could stop at any time, seemed to have stabilized.
"This is?!"
Mr. Sang hurried to the patient's side. He did not care about his image and reached out to check his pulse. The originally faint pulse became continuous and steadier. He then tested the limbs and found that they were warmer. Listening to the heartbeat, it was also much stronger. In other words, the unconscious patient was temporarily free from the threat of death.
"What did you give him?!" Mr. Sang looked at Wang Yao in shock.
He had been practicing medicine for half of his life, and this was the first time he had encountered such a situation. A patient who he could not do anything about, who showed all kinds of signs indicating that he was about to lose his life, had actually been reversed.
To forcibly pull a dying person back from the brink of death, probably only the legendary "elixir" or "divine herb" could have such an effect.
"Let's wait and see."
Wang Yao did not answer directly. Instead, he changed the topic.
The few of them waited in the room. About an hour had passed, and they were basically sure that the patient lying on the bed was no longer in danger of dying. Moreover, his vital signs were strengthening. His lips moved, and his eyes blinked a few times. This was a sign that he was about to wake up. He had been unconscious for a long time, and he was about to wake up from his coma. The impact of this was still very strong. As a result, in the entire room, except for the person lying on the bed, everyone looked at Wang Yao in a different light, especially Mr. Sang.
"Dr. Wang, what about my father's illness?" The first to speak was indeed Zhou Ying, who still had tears in the corners of his eyes.
"I have temporarily saved his life. As for the treatment of this illness, I need to think about it carefully. I am not sure."
If he was not sure, then it could be treated. There was hope!
"Sigh."
"Let the patient rest. There needs to be a careful person to look after him."
The few of them went out. Zhou Xiong and his son were left to accompany Wang Yao and Mr. Sang. Zhou Ying was busy arranging accommodation for Wang Yao.
"Young friend, can I have a few words in private?" Mr. Sang was not in a hurry to leave. He had something to talk to Wang Yao alone.
"Sure." Wang Yao had a good impression of Mr. Sang, so he agreed.
The two of them went to the courtyard.
"May I take the liberty to ask, who is your teacher?" Mr. Sang asked with a smile. At this moment, he was like a kind elder. In his impression, there was no old man he knew who could cultivate such an outstanding talent, let alone the miraculous effect of the pill he had just taken out.
"If I said that this was a gift from the heavens, would you believe me?" Wang Yao asked with a smile.
The ability he had now was entirely due to the help of the system. If this mysterious system was not a gift from the heavens, then what was it?
"A gift from the heavens?" Mr. Sang was slightly stunned when he heard this answer.
"Hahaha." Then, he laughed.
"An opportunity given to you by the heavens?"
"Yes." Wang Yao answered very seriously.
"Can you tell me the name of the pill you just gave Zhou Wuyi?"
"Prolongation Pill."
"Prolongation Pill, avoiding death and prolonging life?" Mr. Sang instantly understood the meaning of the name of the pill.
"Yes."
"Good name, good pill."
"You flatter me."
"You'd better not take out this pill in front of others so easily. It is too precious and will easily attract the attention of some people, causing them to have evil thoughts," Mr. Sang kindly reminded him.
"I know." Today's matter was urgent and a life was at stake. Otherwise, he would not have used the Prolongation Pill in front of so many people. However, the effect of the pill had once again made him understand what miraculous effect it had. It had actually saved a person who was about to die.
"May I know your name, Mr. Sang?" Wang Yao asked respectfully.
"My name is Sang Guzi. I am just an old man," Mr. Sang said with a smile.
This was the first time Wang Yao had heard this name, but it was a well-known name in Cangzhou. He was one of the few famous doctors in Cangzhou. His medical skills were extraordinary, and his medical ethics were unquestionable. He was deeply respected by people.
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