His words were like a clap of thunder.
The old man sitting in the rattan chair suddenly opened his eyes.
What was most precious to him now? Power and money were no longer important. The most important thing was to live. Living for two more months was an extravagant hope, let alone two more years.
"It's just a small mountain. Is it a blessed place? "
"The mountain is not high, but it has spirit!"
"What do you want to do? Move the mountain to Jing?" the old man asked with a smile. He was weak.
"I can't move the mountain, but I can go," Huang Qifa said after taking a deep breath.
"Haha." Guo Sirou's grandfather laughed.
"You are old but not old at heart!"
He waved his hand and didn't say anything else.
Huang Qifa stood up and slowly left the small courtyard with the help of the people around him.
"He has lost his mind. He is going crazy," the old man said.
Huang Qifa returned home in the car. Next to him was his student who had accompanied him for many years. He had already treated him as half a son.
"I am in a treasure mountain, but I don't know," he said with difficulty.
No one knew better than him the importance of the mountain and the battle array he saw yesterday. Given his condition, if he lived there, he could live for a while longer. As for how long, it would depend on the actual situation.
Buzz. His phone vibrated. The student next to him picked it up and looked at it, then put it in his pocket.
The car arrived at its destination. It was an antique detached villa.
The middle-aged man got out of the car first and opened the door. He helped the old man get out of the car.
Ah!
The old man's body suddenly stiffened. Then, he staggered. The student next to him hurriedly supported him.
"Who is it?" The old man looked at the student next to him in shock.
"Teacher, you are too tired. You need to rest."
"Well, okay, okay, okay!"
The old man said a few times. Then, his body went limp.
The middle-aged man hurriedly took out the first-aid medicine he carried with him. The ambulance arrived quickly, but everything was in vain. The old man had passed away.
Everything disappeared with the wind like smoke.
Wang Yao didn't know that the problem he was worried about was solved just like that. As the saying goes, heaven helps the worthy.
"Grandpa, Old Master Huang passed away on his way home," Guo Sirou said to the old man who was resting on a chair in the courtyard.
"Yes, I'm already so old. I should be content with what I have," the old man replied.
The old man opened his eyes and looked at his granddaughter sitting beside him. His gaze was kind and benevolent. Then, he looked up at the sky.
How tempting was it to live for two more years? It would be a lie to say that he wasn't tempted!
To be able to reach such a position, the most frightening thing about him was not his outstanding ability, but his temperament.
Even if there were thousands of temptations, he would cut them off with a single slash.
"That Wang Yao is not bad," the old man suddenly said.
"Huh?" Guo Sirou was stunned. She didn't understand why her grandfather said that.
Beijing's Su family.
"Amazing!" Old Chen exclaimed.
On the hospital bed, Su Xiaoxue's body was wrapped in gauze, but there was only a thin layer on her arms.
After using the medicine, more than half of the ulcers in her body began to heal. The dead skin tissue fell off and was replaced by new tissue.
This was a painful rebirth, a metamorphosis from a cocoon!
The next time he saw that young man, what kind of surprise would he bring?
On Nanshan Hill, the mountain breeze was gentle.
Wang Yao sat in front of the cottage, leaning against the wall and looking at the sky in a daze.
If I go to Beijing again, what kind of effect will I have after the third treatment?
The skin tissue of the whole body will return to normal, the toxins in the body will be removed, and the organs will be properly restored. Then, what will happen?
Wang Yao was thinking.
"Should I refine another type of pill?" Such a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.
He looked at the dozens of licorice roots in the herbal field.
"Let's wait a little longer." He forcibly suppressed this thought that was growing stronger and stronger.
The three methods of diagnosis, medicine, and massage. It would be better if he knew acupuncture.
Wang Yao thought.
He opened the system panel. His experience bar had been filled by more than half. In addition to doing tasks, he had also gained a lot of experience by treating patients and making medicine.
When it was close to evening, he took back a few of the bamboo baskets near the hut. Inside the bamboo baskets were some of the medicinal herbs that he had dried.
In order to be able to be stored for a long time, most Chinese herbs needed to be processed. Some needed to be dried, some needed to be stir-fried, and some needed to be dried in the shade.
When he was about to go down the hill, Wang Yao received a call. It was a call from Pan Jun, who asked if he was free the next day. He wanted to invite him to see a strange patient. Wang Yao thought about it and agreed. He made an appointment.
The next day, Wang Yao arrived at Pan Mei's clinic after 9 a.m. Pan Jun had been waiting there. He had a case in his hand.
"This is the patient's condition."
"Skin disease?" Wang Yao took it and read it carefully.
"Yes."
A considerable number of skin diseases were contagious and difficult to treat. This patient's skin disease was a bit special. It was like fish scales.
"I've made an appointment. He'll be here soon."
"Okay."
The two chatted for a while. The person Pan Jun mentioned came. He was a man in his 30s. He had a medium build and was slightly thin. Even though it was a hot day, he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt. The lower cuffs were still buttoned. His right hand was wrapped in bandages.
"Pan Jun, is this the doctor you mentioned?"
The man obviously knew Pan Jun. He was surprised to see Wang Yao. He had been to more than one hospital for his disease. Even the dermatology prevention and treatment center in the provincial capital couldn't do anything about it. They just barely suppressed it and didn't continue to spread. He was about to take time to go to Beijing. If Pan Jun hadn't told him that he had a doctor with extraordinary medical skills and asked him to come, he wouldn't have come.
"Yes, Dr. Wang is young, but his medical skills are extraordinary. Dr. Wang, this is my classmate, Li Ming."
"Hello."
"Hello."
"Let me see your disease."
"Okay." Li Ming untied the bandage on his right hand and exposed his palm. The back of his hand was covered with special purple-red scales. They were like snake scales. They covered half of the back of his hand. It looked a bit scary.
Wang Yao checked his pulse. However, he put a piece of cloth on his wrist instead of touching his skin directly. After all, Wang Yao wasn't sure if his disease was contagious.
"Hmm?"
After the diagnosis, Wang Yao looked up at the man in front of him.
Why is his disease similar to Wei Hai's?
"How is it, Dr. Wang?" Pan Jun asked softly when he saw Wang Yao in a daze.
"Do you usually eat snake meat?" Wang Yao suddenly asked such a question.
"Yes." Li Ming was stunned. "How did you know?" he asked in surprise.
He did like snake meat. He fell in love with the taste since the first time he tasted it. However, snake meat was rare in the north. Most restaurants didn't provide this delicacy. Therefore, he didn't like to eat too much of it. Even his classmate Pan Jun didn't know about this special hobby. He didn't expect this young doctor to know about it.
Is this really the case?
Wang Yao shook his head with a smile.
What a coincidence. What a coincidence.
Wei Hai was infected with the terrible parasite because he ate raw fish. The man in front of him was also infected with the parasite because he liked to eat snake meat.
Wang Yao's diagnosis was the same. There was a foreign body in his body. It was a poisonous insect.
This could be understood as God's punishment for human beings.
Everything had a spirit. Eating had to be done in moderation.
"It's a parasite in the snake meat," Wang Yao said.
"How should I treat it?" Li Ming asked.
"I can make a medicine for you. Take it and see the effect," Wang Yao said.
"Okay, I'll have to trouble you," Li Ming said.
Wang Yao prescribed a medicine, but it lacked a very special herb.
Miasma grass, which could eliminate poisonous insects.
He temporarily replaced it with another herb. The effect would depend on the patient's consumption.
"Find a room to get the medicine." He wrote the prescription and handed it to Pan Jun.
"Okay." Pan Jun took the prescription and went to get the medicine. The composition of the prescription was very simple. It didn't take long for Pan Jun to get it.
Logically speaking, not to mention the hospital in the provincial capital, even the hospital in the city should be able to diagnose this disease.
Wang Yao looked at the middle-aged man sitting in front of him.
"Could it be that he's still hiding something?"
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