There was a punch in the air.
Crack! The leaves were broken in the air.
The meridians were unblocked, and the Qi was flowing through the whole body. The internal cultivation was flowing endlessly. He felt that there was endless power in his body, and there seemed to be an indescribable connection with heaven and earth.
"This is?!"
Chen Ying, who was watching not far away, opened her eyes wide.
"How is this possible?"
Wang Yao's first move made her realize that he seemed to have entered a legendary state.
"At this age?!"
She would rather have seen it wrong.
Phew! Wang Yao stopped practicing. He was not out of breath at all after such a vigorous exercise.
"The unblocked meridians in the whole body is really a great benefit," Wang Yao thought.
He was full of energy, full of Qi and blood, and would not get sick.
Just like his current state of mind, even if he did not sleep for three days and three nights, he would not feel tired. However, normal people still needed to rest, so he went into the house to rest at about 10 o 'clock at night.
Chen Ying was lying in bed and could not sleep.
That night, she thought about a lot of things. As for what they were, only she knew.
The next day, Wang Yao got up very early. This time, he was in his room. He sat on the bed and practiced Stillness, which was the Art of Guidance mentioned in the Natural Classics. It was a method of practice.
He sat upright on the bed, forgetting everything around him. Gradually, he entered a mysterious state. He heard the wind outside, the sound of falling leaves, and the chirping of birds. Then, all these sounds disappeared. His whole being seemed to be in a state of chaos. After a moment, the sounds around him reappeared. The conversations of the people outside, the occasional hawking, and the sound of Chen Ying bustling about in the kitchen became clearer. It was as if they were right next to his ears, right next to him.
Wang Yao knew that his practice had taken another step forward.
He didn't know what level his cultivation had reached. Firstly, he didn't have a master to teach him. He was purely referring to the scripture provided by the system. Then, he added what he learned from the scripture, the boxing skills he learned from Chen Xiong, and the boxing skills he learned from the scripture. Secondly, he didn't have any peers to communicate with or compare with. Kung Fu was only one aspect of cultivation, not the whole of it.
"I need to go out today," Wang Yao said to Chen Ying while they were having dinner.
"Where are you going?"
"I don't need you to accompany me. Someone else will accompany me."
"OK." Chen Ying did not ask further.
He Qisheng came to the small courtyard at about 10 o 'clock in the morning.
"Dr. Wang?"
"Let's go.
He Qisheng drove Wang Yao to a residential area in Beijing. He Qisheng's mother was in a luxurious house. She was an old woman in her 70s.
As soon as he saw her, he knew that there was something wrong with her body. Her face was dull, and her eyes were dim. Her Qi and blood were not flowing well. She was not in good spirits. She was panting while sitting on the sofa.
"Mom, this is Dr. Wang. I invited him. He is here to see you," He Qisheng said.
"Hello, Auntie."
"Hello, Dr. Wang. Sorry to trouble you." The old woman's voice was very soft. It seemed that she did not have much strength. She was breathing in more than out.
"Not at all."
Wang Yao checked her pulse.
What?!
He looked up at the old woman in front of him and then looked at He Qisheng.
"Auntie, you need to rest more."
"Well, I also feel very tired recently," the old woman said.
After saying this, Wang Yao did not say anything more. He just smiled and gestured to He Qisheng.
"Mom, you sit down first. I will talk to Dr. Wang," He Qisheng said.
"OK."
The two of them went to the bedroom on the side.
"Brother Sheng, don't tell me you don't know what kind of illness Auntie has?" Wang Yao said.
Based on the pulse just now, he could basically conclude that the old woman had a malignant tumor. In layman's terms, it was cancer. It was a terminal illness. The degree of difficulty in treating it was even higher than that of intractable diseases. For the current Wang Yao, it was a problem that could not be solved.
"I know, but I still have a glimmer of hope. After all, your medical skills are so excellent," He Qisheng said.
"You flatter me. I can't cure this illness," Wang Yao said.
This was a problem that could not be solved in the Chinese and foreign medical circles. At best, he was just a beginner pharmacist. He was not a great pharmacist who was good at curing all kinds of diseases.
He Qisheng's face became gloomy after hearing this. In fact, before he came, he had mentally prepared himself in this aspect. However, as he said, he still had a glimmer of hope. He had seen all kinds of miracles created by Wang Yao. He could save a dying person. This illness could not be cured.
"Sorry to trouble you."
"It's okay. Doesn't Auntie know yet?"
"She doesn't know yet. I didn't tell her. However, I want to take her for treatment next month."
"How do you treat her?"
"Surgery."
"My suggestion is not to have surgery immediately. Consider other treatment methods," Wang Yao said bluntly.
The old woman had a malignant tumor. However, the current situation was not suitable for surgery at all. Any surgery would have a certain degree of trauma to the human body. It would consume the human body's vitality. Some major surgeries were even more so. They would seriously damage the human body's vitality. It would take a long time for the body to recover. On the surface, it would appear that the body had recovered. The body would not have any problems, but it would not be able to return to the past.
The old woman's body was very weak. After the surgery, it would be even worse. How could a weak body fight against the disease?
"What do you mean?"
"My suggestion is conservative treatment," Wang Yao said.
"How do you mean conservative treatment?"
"You also studied medicine, right?"
"Yes."
"You studied Chinese medicine?"
"Chinese medicine first, then Western medicine." He Qisheng said bluntly. He used to be obsessed with Chinese medicine. However, because of one thing, he changed his mind and switched to Western medicine. After seeing Wang Yao's magical medical skills, he recently picked up what he had given up in the past again.
"Do you want to try Chinese medicine treatment?"
"Dr. Wang, do you have any good methods?" He Qisheng asked.
"Well, not at the moment," Wang Yao said after thinking for a moment.
He really had not thought about treatment in this area.
"I'll tell you when I have an idea."
"Thank you very much."
He Qisheng was very polite. This made Wang Yao feel a little uncomfortable. Originally, Wang Yao warmly invited him to stay for dinner. However, he was rejected.
After returning to the small courtyard from He Qisheng's house, he also recorded the illness of He Qisheng's mother in his notebook. He now had a total of two notebooks. One recorded the cases of ordinary patients, and the other recorded some "difficult and miscellaneous diseases," such as the few cases he had treated.
Malignant tumors multiplied very quickly and eroded the normal tissues of the body. There was no such name in Chinese medicine. Instead, they were classified as swellings and ulcers.
The conservative treatment was still to dredge the Qi and blood, regulate the Qi and blood stasis, and balance the Yin and Yang.
"Dr. Wang?" Chen Ying's voice came from outside.
"Please come in."
Chen Ying pushed the door open and entered.
"What's the matter?"
"Can I ask you for a favor?" Chen Ying hesitated for a moment and said.
"Please go ahead."
"I want to ask you to help me see a patient."
"A patient? What does it have to do with you?"
Even if it was someone he was familiar with, Wang Yao would not see a patient if they were not his relatives or reliable people.
"My younger brother."
"In Jing?"
"Yes."
"Okay, let's go in the afternoon."
"Okay, thank you so much. I'll arrange it right away," Chen Ying said happily.
"Your smile is much better," Wang Yao said.
Just a moment ago, Chen Ying's smile was different from the usual ones. This was joy from the heart, not a fake smile. It was more a kind of "coping".
In the afternoon, Chen Ying drove Wang Yao out in the car.
"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?" Wang Yao asked curiously.
It was not that Chen Ying did not want to tell him. She had her own difficulties.
"Because of the rules?"
"Kind of," Chen Ying said after a moment of silence.
"Do you like your current job?" Wang Yao said.
He knew that there were many people like Chen Ying who specialized in serving the rich and noble and doing some special things.
"It's not that I like it, but I'm luckier than most people, right?"
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