"Which one do you want to try first?"
"Can I try any of them?" Wang Yao said.
"Of course," Chen Ying said with a smile.
"Well, I'll take a look first."
Wang Yao reached out his hand and touched all the guns and sharp weapons.
"Shall I try the pistol first?" Wang Yao picked up a pistol.
"Okay, that's a steel target." Chen Ying pointed to the target in the distance. "It's 50 meters away."
"Is it a bit far?"
"Not far. I can see it very clearly."
"Then, give it a try." The officer accompanying him smiled.
He was an expert in using guns. When he saw Wang Yao holding the gun, he knew that Wang Yao was a layman. It would be good for such a person to be able to hit the target at such a distance. Basically, he had to rely on luck.
50 meters seemed very close, but it was actually quite far.
In Wang Yao's sight, the steel target was very clear. He could even see the bullet point on it.
Let's try.
His hand holding the gun was very steady.
He loaded the gun and pulled the trigger.
Da! A gunshot was heard.
Dang! It hit the steel target.
I hit it?
Coincidence?
Da! Another gunshot. Dang! The bullet hit the steel target.
"Hit it again?!"
Once was a coincidence, twice was it?
The two officers looked at Wang Yao with different expressions.
"Could it be that you have practiced shooting before?"
Shooting, to put it bluntly, was accurate, steady, and years of practice. What was a sharpshooter? It was talent and a box of bullets.
Da! The third gunshot. The bullet hit the steel target accurately.
"Have you practiced shooting before?" Chen Ying couldn't help but ask.
"No." Wang Yao shook his head with a smile.
He continued to shoot.
The bullet tore the air. It expanded and burned.
Hiss! Phew!
Wang Yao connected his breath with the breath between heaven and earth. He felt the change in the moment. It was very short, but he felt the bullet traveling in the air. He didn't see it, but he felt it. It was a very strange feeling.
"I feel it," he whispered.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
Wang Yao put down the pistol and picked up an automatic rifle.
"Can I try this?"
"Okay."
The distance of the steel target was adjusted to 100 meters.
Wang Yao held the gun very steadily. He could still clearly see the steel target a hundred meters away. At this moment, Wang Yao's eyes were almost like binoculars.
Da da. Two consecutive shots landed on the steel target as usual. The rifle didn't seem to be moving at all.
"So stable!" The officer at the side sighed.
"Faster, faster than before!"
This was what Wang Yao felt.
He could still capture it.
"Does this mean that I can dodge bullets?" Wang Yao suddenly had such an idea.
After that, he tested the guns one by one. Firstly, he wanted to fulfill his dream. Secondly, and most importantly, he wanted to capture the trajectory of the bullets in the air.
"Five meters, no, even closer."
"Who is this person?" the officer asked Chen Ying.
"One, doctor."
"What? Doctor, are you sure?"
What was a doctor's job? Prescribing medicine, treating illnesses, and performing surgeries. However, he had never heard of a doctor who could shoot so accurately with a pistol or a rifle.
"Really?" Chen Ying was also very curious.
In the morning, Wang Yao was very happy. He had a new discovery and a new possibility.
"Your marksmanship is great!" Chen Ying praised after coming out of the hospital.
"Marksmanship? Haha. I haven't used a gun except for a few bullets during military training in university," Wang Yao said.
"Really?"
"Of course."
"I'm very happy today. I'll treat you to lunch."
"Ah?" Wang Yao's sudden words made Chen Ying very confused. "You're happy just like that?"
Wang Yao smiled. He felt that he was going to go further.
He could feel the breath between heaven and earth, the air around him, Chen Ying's breathing, footsteps, and arm movements. He didn't need to look or listen.
Breath.
"Very good." Wang Yao opened his hands as if he had caught something.
"What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll treat you."
"Okay, anything."
They chose a very ordinary home-cooked restaurant and had lunch. It didn't seem to be very sincere, but in fact, the food in the restaurant tasted good. Chen Ying ate very happily.
At this time, in a club somewhere in Beijing.
"Zhenghe, hasn't he made an appointment yet?"
"No, he's a bit of a loner."
"Haha, there are very few people you can't handle."
"I'll ask him again. The situation is special. It's not good to make it too stiff."
"Okay, I'll wait for your good news."
Everyone had their own small circle. In Beijing, the situation was more special because the number of rich and powerful people in Beijing was almost the highest in the whole country.
Guo Zhenghe also had his own circle, which was basically made up of people who were similar to him. His family members were generally working in the government, and their positions were not low. Naturally, the descendants of the same age as him formed a circle.
"Wang Yao!"
He was not in a good mood when he came out of the club.
"What the hell are you thinking?!"
In the afternoon, Wang Yao called Chen Boyuan to make an appointment.
Chen Boyuan took his father-in-law directly to the small courtyard where he lived. The old man's complexion was very good. More importantly, he came here on crutches.
"Thank you so much, Dr. Wang." He expressed his gratitude to Wang Yao as soon as they met.
"You're welcome."
Wang Yao didn't say much and checked the old man's body. He was in good condition and recovering well. The blocked channels and collaterals in his waist had been dredged. The next thing to do was to exercise and recover. Wang Yao treated the old man's legs and waist with a massage. This time, he used a small amount of neixi as support as usual.
After the massage, the old man felt very good. His legs were warm. It felt like he was soaking in a hot spring. It was very comfortable.
Not long after Chen Boyuan and his father-in-law left, Guo Zhenghe came over with a bottle of wine.
At this time, Chen Ying was preparing dinner in the kitchen.
"Hello, Wang."
"Hello."
"I'm here to get a free meal. Do you mind?" Guo Zhenghe asked with a smile.
"Welcome."
"This is the wine I took from my father. Try it."
The classic packaging. It was Maotai. Wang Yao didn't know what year it was. Since it was from Guo Zhenghe's father, it couldn't be wrong.
"Okay. Don't drink too much."
Wang Yao didn't like to drink. He only drank a little occasionally.
Chen Ying's cooking speed was not slow. Soon, several exquisite side dishes were placed on the table. Guo Zhenghe opened the bottle of wine. The strong aroma of the wine filled the room.
"It smells so good!"
"Well, try it." Guo Zhenghe poured him a full glass of wine.
"Thank you."
Wang Yao didn't know much about wine. He just felt that it was very fragrant. It didn't have the spicy taste.
"How's Xiaoxue's illness?"
"She's recovering well."
The two of them talked about trivial things during dinner. Other than that, Guo Zhenghe didn't talk about anything important.
"Where's your sister?"
"She went to Xijiang."
"Why did she go there?" Wang Yao asked curiously.
"I don't know why she quarreled with my father. She went there to relax," Guo Zhenghe said.
"Oh." Since it was a family matter, it was not convenient for him to ask more.
"Hey, Brother Wang, I have something to ask you."
"Go ahead."
"As a doctor, what kind of disease do you think is the most difficult to treat?"
"Huh?" Wang Yao was stunned. He didn't expect Guo Zhenghe to ask such a question.
"The most difficult to treat?" He looked at the wine glass in his hand.
"I haven't seen it. It's a stubborn disease with no knowledge reserve." Wang Yao thought for a moment and answered.
"For example, cancer?"
"Well, as far as the current situation is concerned, this disease is indeed extremely difficult to treat."
"Have you treated it before?" Guo Zhenghe continued to ask.
"I've seen such patients, but I haven't treated them," Wang Yao said. "Why do you suddenly ask about this?"
"Nothing. I'm just curious and have nothing to do," Guo Zhenghe said with a smile. "Let's drink. I'll toast you."
"I don't dare."
Wang Yao only drank a small glass of the good wine Guo Zhenghe brought. The two of them didn't leave until after 9 p.m. Guo Zhenghe left.
"Drive safe."
"Got it. You can go back." Guo Zhenghe waved his hand with a smile.
He drank most of this bottle of wine.
"Young Master Guo has something on his mind." This was Wang Yao's first feeling. However, Guo Zhenghe didn't say what it was, so he didn't ask.
"Sister Chen, didn't Young Master Guo go to work in a poor county? Why is he so free?"
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