"Thank you."
"You don't have to be so polite," Li Maoshuang said with a smile.
"Let's have dinner together tonight. It's my treat! "
"OK."
The place where they ate in the city was relatively fixed. There were still a few people who invited them.
They gathered together and chatted.
"Or have you been bored in the mountains all the time?"
"This is the life I like." Wang Yao smiled and took a sip of the drink.
"Ah, if I lived like that, I would probably get sick from boredom." Wei Hai smiled and took a sip of the drink.
Since he recovered from his illness, he had started to drink again. Of course, he was very self-controlled. He would not drink on weekdays. He would only drink a little when he was with his family and friends. His life had become much richer. He reunited with his family, took his children to walk around, and occasionally went to his own company.
"You are just not used to it. You will be fine once you get used to it."
Ring! Tian Yuantu's mobile phone rang.
"Sorry, I have to go out and take a call." Tian Yuantu smiled and went out.
In less than 10 minutes, he came back from outside. He still had a smile on his face. However, the careful Wang Yao found that he seemed to have something to do.
After the meal, everyone left.
"Brother Tian." Wang Yao stopped Tian Yuantu.
"What's wrong?"
"If there is anything I can help with, please don't hesitate to ask," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Ah?" Tian Yuantu was stunned.
"OK."
He did have something to do. The phone call just now gave him a headache. His company in Beijing was being investigated by the relevant departments.
"Take care on your way back." Tian Yuantu smiled and patted Wang Yao on the shoulder. He then got into the car and left.
"He can really help with this matter," Tian Yuantu whispered after getting in the car.
In fact, Wang Yao could really help him when he encountered trouble in Beijing. Not to mention others, but he was very clear about the Guo family in Beijing. They were a first-class wealthy family. The difficulties he encountered could be solved with a phone call, but he still didn't tell Wang Yao directly. He wanted to use his own connections first. If it really didn't work, he would trouble Wang Yao again.
Wang Yao drove back. When he arrived at the place where the road was being repaired, he found that someone was burning paper money there.
"What's going on?!"
Wang Yao stopped the car to take a look.
"Could it be that something has happened?"
It was only nine o 'clock when he arrived home. After parking the car, he went into the room and helped his parents relax. He also told them about what had happened on the road. ,
"Something happened in the afternoon. Someone died while repairing the road."
"What? People died in such a short distance?" Wang Yao was shocked.
"Accident?"
It was just a road. They didn't use explosives or special tools. How could there be an accident?
"A person was hit by an excavator. He was sent to the hospital, but he couldn't be saved."
"Hit by an excavator?"
"Yes, he hit his head."
That's strange!
These people who engaged in construction were the most superstitious. If there was an accident and someone died on the first day of work, it would be very unlucky. That was why there was such a scene tonight. There were fewer paper money so that the deceased who might have been at the place of the accident would go to the netherworld to be reincarnated earlier to avoid any more trouble.
"What a coincidence!"
If I were there, would I have been able to save the person's life?
Wang Yao was thinking about this problem.
"Dad, Mom, I'm going up the hill."
"Okay, be careful on the road. Take a hand lamp."
"No, I can go up the hill with my eyes closed," Wang Yao replied with a smile.
It was still very cool outside at night. Even though it was almost 10 o 'clock, there were still many people outside on the village street.
"Yao, you went up the hill again?"
"Yes, Uncle."
Whenever the elders asked him questions, Wang Yao would answer them politely.
Many people in the village had a very good impression of this polite young man. No matter what he did on the hill, there was nothing to say about the way he interacted with people and the way he interacted with people.
Having been to school, it was indeed different!
This was the view of the villagers.
After going up the hill, he began to prepare the medicine. He was going to decoct the Blood Deblocking powder the next day.
At night, the whistling of the mountain wind was somewhat abnormal, but it was still as gentle as the spring breeze in the battle array.
Early the next morning.
On the village road where the accident happened yesterday, the person in charge of the project who contracted the road widening project personally came there. He also invited a special person to fiddle with some things there. There were tributes, paper money, and firecrackers.
Many passers-by stopped by the road to watch. This was the interest of the people in the country.
"What's going on here?"
"Haven't you heard? A person died here yesterday because of road repairs!"
"A person died?!"
"Yes, that's why they are offering sacrifices here."
The time had come. The burning of incense, burning of paper money, and firecrackers sounded together. Good lord, it was even more lively than when the road repairs had just begun.
Crackle, crackle, crackle. The firewood was burning.
Wang Yao quietly looked at the medicine in the multifunctional pot for herbs.
Ephedra, angelica, white peony … polygonum vine, purple rain …
All kinds of herbs were added one by one. The medicinal fragrance permeated the cottage.
The firewood burned at a moderate pace.
When decocting medicine, one had to be calm and not impatient.
Only with the right time, the right place, the right people, the right herbs, and good pharmaceutical skills could he decoct a good medicine that was worthy of those precious herbs.
It was done.
Looking at the color of the medicine changing, he quickly removed the flame. After the temperature of the medicine dropped, Wang Yao put the medicine into two white porcelain bottles.
They could come to get the medicine at any time.
Special patients needed special medicine.
In the Su family in Beijing.
"How do you feel, Xiaoxue?"
Every day, Song Ruiping spent at least half of her time with her daughter. She talked to her or did nothing. She just sat in front of the window to accompany her daughter.
"I'm much better, Mom. Do you want to rest?" Su Xiaoxue was recovering. Her voice had also changed. It had become much clearer.
"Mom, you're not tired. Let me help you sit up."
"OK."
With the recovery of her body, Su Xiaoxue was able to sit up, although it was only for a short while.
She still felt a burning sensation in her body from time to time. Deep in her body, she could completely endure this feeling. Compared with the previous feeling of being roasted on fire, it was like heaven and earth.
"I really need to thank Dr. Wang Yao," said Wang Yao.
She really wanted to see the doctor again and thank him in person, but he hadn't come for a long time. It had been 87 days, almost three months.
Would he come again?
"What are you thinking about?" Song Ruiping asked softly.
"I'm thinking about Dr. Wang. I'm thinking about how to express my gratitude."
"Ha-ha." Song Ruiping smiled.
"He said he would come again as soon as possible."
"Okay," Su Xiaoxue responded.
Although she was born in such a family, she did not have the temperament of a rich young lady. She was a typical well-bred young lady.
"Ma 'am." Just as the mother and daughter were talking, a person knocked on the door and entered the room.
"What's the matter?"
"Guo Zhenghe from the Guo family is in the living room. He said he is here to see Miss."
"Well, let him in." Song Ruiping raised her eyebrows slightly.
After a while, Guo Zhenghe entered the ward with a bright smile on his face.
"Hello, Auntie. How is Xiaoxue feeling?"
"Much better, thank you."
"It's great that you can sit up!" Guo Zhenghe happily said.
Looking at his expression, it was as if the girl sitting on the bed was his family member, the kind that was very close to him.
"Don't stand there. Sit down and talk."
"Okay."
"Please have some tea." Someone brought the tea.
"Thank you."
"Auntie, didn't Dr. Wang say when he would come again?"
"He just said he would come as soon as possible," Song Ruiping said.
"In fact, a person with extraordinary medical skills like him should come to Jing," Guo Zhenghe said. "The world here is broader."
"Jing has its advantages. The mountain village has its advantages. Everyone has their own aspirations. You can't force it." Song Ruiping said. She also hoped that Wang Yao could stay in Jing City so that her daughter's illness could be cured.
However, Wang Yao had his own ideas. He did not value things like power and money that much.
"By the way, I have another thing to do here. Mr. Dai from Chuanzhong will come back in three days. Auntie, do you think it is necessary to ask him to come and see Xiaoxue's illness?" Guo Zhenghe asked.
"Dai Chaozong? Mr. Dai?"
"Yes."
"That's rare. He doesn't leave Chuanzhong easily. Zhenghe, please tell him to come and see Xiaoxue if he has time."
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