"A day ago," Wang Yao replied.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming? How long will you stay?"
"It depends. About a week," Wang Yao said.
"When will you be free?" Guo Zhenghe asked.
"What's wrong?"
"A few friends want to know you," Wang Yao said.
"Let's talk about it later," Wang Yao said with a smile.
He didn't want to know too many of these young masters.
"Okay," Wang Yao said.
After staying for a while, Guo Zhenghe left. Before leaving, he didn't forget to say goodbye to Chen Ying, who was busy in the room.
After Guo Zhenghe left, Chen Ying came out of the room.
"This Childe Guo is well-informed," Chen Ying said.
In the past two days, Wang Yao hadn't contacted anyone except the Su family and his aunt's family. However, Childe Guo had already heard the news and came to visit him.
"Well, he does have a lot of connections," Chen Ying said.
Apparently, Chen Ying didn't like Mr. Guo very much. She was even a little afraid of him. Therefore, she stayed in the room and didn't come out. Wang Yao had noticed this earlier. He was also very confused about why she had such a reaction, but he didn't ask about it.
After chatting with Chen Ying for a while, Chen Ying went into the room. Wang Yao sat alone in the yard and looked at the sky. He didn't get up until nine o 'clock and went to the middle of the yard.
Then, he stood in the middle of it and circulated the Neixi in his body, releasing it outwards to connect and communicate with the Qi in the small courtyard. The Qi he released was like a lead, an opportunity, and some kind of guide. Then, he had a feeling that the air around him could be "touched" and "pulled", just like a soft gauze.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the "gauze" began to move as well. The "breath" began to move, and it became the wind.
Then, the wind started to blow in the yard, making the plants rustle.
Chen Ying looked out of her room and saw Wang Yao practicing Kung Fu in a strange way. Or, it could be said that he didn't practice Kung Fu at all. Wherever he went, the leaves rustled. However, the leaves farther away were still.
The wind was stirred up by his movements.
Some kung fu masters were able to create wind with their fists and feet when their movements were extremely fast. However, Wang Yao's movements were extremely slow and gentle. It felt like Tai Chi, but it wasn't exactly Tai Chi. Yet, there was still a gust of wind. This skill was really amazing!
Wang Yao's interest was also piqued. He continued to practice in the courtyard until it was nearly midnight. Only then did he stop and enter the house to rest.
In the small courtyard, leaves were scattered all over the ground.
Early in the morning, it started to drizzle.
It was thin and cool.
The autumn rain is like silk.
This kind of weather was suitable for making a cup of tea, reading a book, or doing nothing and just quietly watching the rain outside the window. For some people, a rainy day was a good day to sleep. This kind of weather was also suitable for sleeping.
Wang Yao and Chen Ying came to the treatment center where her brother was.
After getting out of the car, Chen Ying handed Wang Yao an umbrella.
"Thank you."
Because they had practiced for a long time, the people in the treatment center had been waiting there for a long time. Chen Ying was a special customer. The annual fee she paid was very high. A medical institution like theirs naturally had to treat her well. For her requests, they would try their best to satisfy them.
"Hello, Miss Chen." A middle-aged woman greeted them. She was not tall and had a thin body, but her spirit was good.
"Hello, Dean Fu."
"I have arranged everything. Please come with me."
Then she led the way in front and the two of them followed behind.
"Aim properly this time. Don't make any mistakes."
"I think we have to change our point of view in this multi-party meeting."
"In the long run, gold is still a hard currency."
"Let me tell you, I am a descendant of Emperor Tang. I have a sword at home that was bestowed by Emperor Mingcheng."
Along the way, Wang Yao heard a lot of conversations between patients.
It was very exciting and imaginative.
"We're here."
Dean Fu took them to a separate treatment room. Inside was a young man who looked to be only 14 or 15 years old. He had delicate features and was sitting quietly in a chair. His eyes were calm and focused.
"Little Zhou?" Chen Ying whispered.
"Why can't I break his red sleeve blade with Sword of Sorrow?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, he spoke in a strong Wuxia style.
"Dr. Wang, what do you think?"
"Let me try." Wang Yao smiled and walked in front of him.
"Who are you?" Chen Ying's brother stared at Wang Yao.
"The person who will treat you."
"Can you resolve the heterogeneous Qi in my body?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, I know [Yi Jin Jing]," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"That's impossible. The Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture is a secret of Shaolin Temple. In the past, only the abbot of Shaolin Temple, the abbot of Arhat Hall, and a few other people could practice it. How did you get it? Who are you? Did you kill Xuan Cheng?" Chen Zhou's eyes suddenly became fierce, and his momentum changed.
"Haha, I killed him."
"Well, come with me to Shaolin. Let's talk it out and clear my name!"
He grabbed Wang Yao's wrist with great strength.
"South Wuming or North Sword Sage?" Wang Yao asked another question.
"Hiss!" Chen Zhou's expression changed again. It became much more serious.
"Who are you?"
"Who is Chen Ying?"
"Chen Ying?" Chen Zhou was stunned when he heard the name. Then, he became absent-minded and fell into deep thought.
"The name sounds familiar!"
"Do you have any relatives?"
"I don't have any relatives. They all died in the fire!" Chen Zhou's expression changed again. He became very angry.
"Why is God so unfair? Even if I have mastered the peerless martial arts, I can't save my family's lives!"
Chen Ying looked very worried. She didn't understand why Wang Yao would ask such irrelevant questions. Her brother's answer was obviously more imaginative.
Chen Zhou lived in his own world.
That was Wang Yao's feeling. He had a martial arts world, which was complicated and wonderful.
"I see," Wang Yao said with a smile.
Then, he suddenly waved his hand. Before anyone could see what he did, Chen Zhou fell down.
"What?"
Chen Ying hurried forward to help her brother fall down.
"Dr. Wang, what are you doing?"
"Haha, don't worry, it's all right. I just put him in a coma temporarily. It will help him to receive treatment. You saw it. He can't receive treatment in his mental state just now."
"What should we do next?"
"Carry him to the bed."
Chen Ying did as she was told. She carefully carried her brother to the bed near the wall.
Wang Yao came to the bedside and carefully checked the veins in Chen Zhou's head.
There is a problem!
This time, he found something unusual.
It was not a blockage. It was some kind of distortion.
"Hiss, that's strange. Why didn't I find this problem last time?"
He carefully checked and confirmed that there was indeed a problem.
"What's wrong, Dr. Wang?" Chen Ying hurriedly asked when she saw Wang Yao's strange expression.
"Oh, there is something wrong. Let me take a look."
After taking a closer look, Wang Yao found that there was indeed a problem with some of the veins in Chen Zhou's head.
If there was a problem, it would be easy to explain.
He stretched out his hand and pressed Chen Zhou's head with an extremely gentle movement. It was like a massage. In fact, he had released his neixi. He tried to use external stimulation and neixi to unblock and straighten the veins. Of course, this was the head, so he had to be extra careful.
The room was very quiet. No one disturbed them.
Chen Ying didn't even dare to breathe. She could see that Wang Yao was giving her brother a special treatment.
Sweat appeared on Chen Zhou's forehead. His body was slightly trembling.
Chen Ying carefully wiped the sweat off her brother. She nervously clenched her hands. Chen Zhou was her only family member in the world. She couldn't be careless.
After about 40 minutes, Wang Yao removed his hands from Chen Zhou's head.
Phew. He gently breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's done."
"It's done?"
Chen Ying asked. "I mean, the treatment is over. As for the effect, we can only know when he wakes up. Moreover, he definitely can't recover with this treatment," Wang Yao said with a smile.
As he spoke, he gently tapped a few places behind Chen Zhou's pillow. A few minutes later, Chen Zhou slowly woke up.
"Sis, when did you come?" His eyes regained clarity. He recognized Chen Zhou at a glance.
"Where am I?" Then, he found that he was not in the original ward.
"This is the room I asked the deputy director to arrange. This is Dr. Wang," Chen Ying introduced.
"He was treating you just now."
"Treating?" Chen Zhou was a little surprised. "My illness can't be cured. Sis, don't worry so much about me. You don't have to find such a good place for me. Let's go to another hospital."
When Chen Zhou was sober, he was very reasonable and considerate of his sister.
"Dr. Wang's medical skills are very good. You have to have confidence in your illness."
"Okay." Chen Zhou had no choice but to agree.
"Let me take a look at you."
Wang Yao carefully examined him again. This time, not only his head, but also other parts of his body. After a round of examination, Wang Yao found that Chen Zhou's body was unusually healthy. Of course, except for his mental health.
"Very good. Your body is very healthy."
"I have a mental problem." Chen Zhou didn't avoid this aspect.
"Take it slow."
After making sure that his neixi was effective, he thought about how to cure it.
Wang Yao and Chen Ying stayed in the hospital for a total of a morning. Chen Zhou, who had regained his clarity of mind, finally got to meet his sister. Naturally, they talked a lot. The two of them even had a meal together. During the whole process, Chen Zhou remained awake.
"Remember to tell Dean Fu to arrange for someone to carefully observe your brother and talk to him to determine when his illness will act up again. Then, she will inform you," Wang Yao told Chen Ying before they were about to leave.
"Okay."
Chen Ying went to tell Dean Fu. Then, she left with Wang Yao.
"Dr. Wang, what's my brother's illness?"
"It's very strange!"
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