His hearing was extraordinary. It was just a few windows and a wall. He could hear the conversation clearly as long as he wanted to. In fact, he could hear some things even if he didn't want to.
With his current level of cultivation, he still couldn't reach the state of not seeing and not hearing.
"It's just family talk."
Wang Yao suddenly thought of these words.
Through some of the conversation, he vaguely guessed that this was an internal matter of the Zhou family.
Later, Wang Yao began to classify and weigh the herbs prepared by Zhou Ying during the day. He was ready to decoct the herbs the next day.
Just as he was busy, the sound of a woman crying suddenly came from outside. After a while, it stopped abruptly. Then, there was the sound of hurried footsteps of several people leaving.
The night gradually deepened.
Wang Yao sat cross-legged on the bed and guided Qi to cultivate.
Suddenly, there was a strange sound on the roof. It seemed that something was moving on the roof.
Hmm?
Wang Yao raised his head to look.
Could it be such a coincidence?
"Who is it?!" There was a shout from outside.
Click, click. The sound on the roof became denser. It seemed that something was on the roof again. Then, there was a faint sound of someone groaning.
Wang Yao stayed quietly in the room.
After a while, there was a knock on the door.
"Dr. Wang?" It was Zhou Xiong's voice.
"What's the matter?"
"Are you okay?"
Wang Yao got up, turned on the light, and opened the door.
"I'm fine. What's wrong?"
"There was an intruder in the yard just now. It's good that you're fine. I'm sorry." Zhou Xiong naturally had to apologize for something like this happening in his own territory. Last time, when they were ambushed outside the village, Wang Yao and Sang Guzi were in danger. This made them feel very sorry. They didn't expect that something like this would happen again tonight.
"It's fine."
Wang Yao smiled and went back into the room to rest.
"This is the so-called Jianghu, the so-called knife light, the so-called hatred, love and hatred?"
That night, the village was bustling with activity. Someone had barged in with ill intentions. This was a provocation to their village.
The man was injured by Zhou Xiong's father on the roof, so he couldn't run far.
At around one o 'clock in the morning, he was found in a remote corner of the village.
The Zhou family didn't rush to call the police. Instead, they used their unique method to get the information they wanted from this person before sending him to the Public Security Bureau.
At night, in a house somewhere in the village, several old men in their sixties and seventies gathered together. One of them was Zhou Xiong's father.
"Some people are getting more and more outrageous!"
"We were too soft-hearted."
"We have to use the knife and see some blood."
"Yes."
.....
Early in the morning, the sun was shining brightly.
After breakfast, Wang Yao first went to Zhou Wuyi's room to check on him. After confirming that his condition was stable and that the Blood Deblocking Powder he took the day before had a certain effect, he started a fire in the house to decoct medicine for Zhou Wuyi.
Sang Guzi woke up very early and came to the courtyard early. When he saw Wang Yao decocting medicine, he walked over with a smile.
"Good morning, young friend."
"Good morning," Wang Yao replied with a smile.
"What medicine are you decocting?"
"It's a medicine to consolidate the corporeity."
Sang Guzi nodded with a smile. He stood to the side and watched with interest as Wang Yao decocted the medicine.
"Sir, I'll give you a stool."
"Thank you."
The old man and the young man, one decocting the medicine, the other watching. It was quite interesting.
"Young friend, who taught you this method of decocting medicine?" Sang Guzi asked curiously after watching for a while. He hadn't seen such a method of decocting medicine for a long time.
Wang Yao smiled and pointed to the sky.
"Huh?" Sang Guzi was stunned.
"The gods in the sky taught me a wonderful method," Wang Yao replied with a smile.
Hahaha. Sang Guzi laughed and didn't ask any more questions.
The sun was shining brightly in the sky. The medicine had been decocted for a long time. Wang Yao moved the pot to the side and waited for the medicine to cool down.
"I'll go in and have a look."
"Please go ahead."
Sang Guzi got up and went into the room. He took the pulse of his old friend lying on the hospital bed.
Yes, he had already noticed something strange with the first one.
The condition of his old friend lying on the hospital bed was obviously better than the last time he came. Needless to say, this must be because of the miraculous change brought by Dr. Wang.
Medicine? What medicine did he use?
Sang Guzi was getting more and more surprised and curious.
It was not an exaggeration to say that Wang Yao was able to save a dying person. It was not too exaggerated to say that Wang Yao's medical skills were godly.
"How is it, Brother Sang?"
Zhou Xiong's father walked into the room.
"Not bad. He is changing in a good direction. This Dr. Wang is amazing. I admire him!" To be able to make a "famous doctor" who had been practicing medicine for decades, Wang Yao's ability was definitely extraordinary.
To borrow a phrase, why was a god called a god? It was because he could do things that ordinary people could not do.
"Maybe the young man can really cure his illness," Sang Guzi said with a smile.
"The medicine is ready."
Wang Yao carried the medicine that was still warm into the room.
"Give it to him."
"Okay."
Zhou Ying took the medicine and gave it to his father, who was lying on the bed, according to Wang Yao's instructions.
"Get up."
The people next to the hospital bed moved aside. Wang Yao came to the bedside and checked his father's pulse. Then, he took off his father's loose clothes. Then, he gently massaged along the direction of the meridians. When he reached certain places, he would stop and either press or push.
"What is this?" Sang Guzi looked at the two white eyebrows and frowned slightly.
"Massage. It doesn't look like it."
"Qibo Scripture?" Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He seemed to have thought of something.
"It shouldn't be. That's something that has been lost for a long time!"
The treatment of his father's chest and back took more than two hours. Wang Yao was very careful. This was a treatment process and also a process of thoroughly familiarizing himself with the patient's condition. During the massage, he had a better understanding of the patient's injured meridians.
Those could be solved by dredging. Those could be corrected by massage. Those were very serious and could not be treated for the time being.
As the treatment progressed, a relatively complete meridian diagram of the body appeared in Wang Yao's mind. These meridians were not intact. A considerable number of them were either broken, disordered, or blocked.
First, the main, then the secondary.
First, the meridians were cleared, then corrected, and finally repaired.
Such a treatment plan appeared in Wang Yao's mind.
The clogged meridians could be dredged using the "Blood Deblocking Powder". The messy meridians could be straightened and returned to normal using the method of massage. However, it was only limited to a part of the meridians, and the treatment time would be relatively long. The other broken meridians were not something he could treat now.
After the treatment in the morning, Wang Yao returned to his room and recorded the treatment plan he had thought of. After thinking for a while, he roughly communicated with the Zhou family about the treatment plan.
"Then, I'll have to trouble Dr. Wang." This was the answer from Zhou Xiong's father. His words basically represented the attitude of the Zhou family.
"I'll try my best," Wang Yao said.
"I don't think your father has completely understood what I mean."
In the courtyard, Wang Yao said to Zhou Xiong.
"What do you mean?" Zhou Xiong was stunned.
"Your uncle's illness can't be cured in a day or two, and I can't stay here for too long," Wang Yao said very straightforwardly.
"Oh, this matter, I'll talk to my father about it," Zhou Xiong immediately said.
In the afternoon, Sang Guzi returned to Cangzhou, which was not far from here, for some matters.
He had a guest to visit and was waiting in the clinic.
This was the original words of his disciple.
"What guest?"
Sang Guzi originally wanted to stay in Zhou Village for a while longer to have a good chat with the young friend from Qi Province. There were too many miraculous things about the young man that made him, an old man who had seen a lot of things, unable to help but want to find out more.
In the city of Cangzhou, there was a very famous traditional Chinese medicine clinic. This clinic used to be the place where Old Doctor Sang practiced medicine. However, when he got older, he passed it on to his disciple. It was not his son, but his disciple. Although his children also practiced medicine, they did not stay in Cangzhou. Instead, they stayed in other places.
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