He was a serious professional. He was considered a top student at that time.
"The basic concepts of Chinese medicine and Western medicine are completely different," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"I know that. In fact, I have also learned Chinese medicine."
"You have?"
Wang Yao asked. "Yes, my grandfather is a doctor. My father is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. It's a family tradition," Pan Jun said.
He was telling the truth. His family had been practicing medicine for three generations.
"Oh?" Wang Yao was a little surprised.
"Well, I'm not greedy. I just want to learn the massage technique from you," Pan Jun said.
He studied Western medicine. Although he had learned a little Chinese medicine from his father, it would be difficult for him to start from scratch. Moreover, he did not have the energy to do so now. He knew Wang Yao was capable, but he thought it would be easier for him to learn how to massage.
"To learn massage, you have to recognize the acupoints first. Do you know this?"
"Ah, I have to learn it now."
"Then learn it."
"So, you agree?"
"I can teach you part of it. How much you can learn depends on your ability."
"Okay, thank you, Professor." Pan Jun bowed very solemnly.
"Hey, we are friends. You are not my apprentice."
"How can that be? Etiquette cannot be broken."
Wang Yao pushed again and again. Pan Jun gave in again and again.
In this way, Wang Yao accepted his first apprentice.
He was not in a hurry to teach Pan Jun the massage technique. He could not even recognize the acupoints now.
"Learn to recognize the acupoints first." Wang Yao recommended a few books to him.
To practice, the most basic theory must be mastered.
"Okay."
They stayed with the two old men for a while. Then they left.
"How long do you think it will take for my uncle to recover?"
"Seven to 10 days," Wang Yao said.
After today's acupuncture, some of the blockages in the old man's meridians had been cleared. This was a good thing. However, the old man's meridians were fragile. He could not be too hasty. He could only take it slowly and gradually according to the treatment method. Otherwise, it would be as bad as not doing enough.
"As long as he can recover, that's good!" Pan Jun said.
"My aunt said that she doesn't need to recover to normal. She just needs to be able to take care of herself."
"What kind of recovery is that?" Wang Yao said with a smile.
If he were to treat the old man, he would naturally do his best. With the old man's current condition, it would not be a problem for him to recover.
After returning from the mountain village, Wang Yao went home first. He had something to eat and then went to the clinic.
There was a car parked outside the clinic. Someone was waiting outside.
"It's you?"
Seeing this person, Wang Yao had an impression of him. He was the father of the young man who had resisted his drug addiction with his own willpower.
"Hello, Dr. Wang."
"Come in and talk."
He opened the door and let them in.
"Because of your son?"
"No, it's for myself," that person said.
"You have a bad heart?"
"Yes, my heart isn't good," the middle-aged man said.
He had a heart condition. He was old and had been taking medicine for years.
He couldn't have big mood swings. He couldn't be sad, happy, or angry. He also had to pay attention to his diet to avoid all kinds of stimulation. His quality of life was seriously affected. Once he had an attack, he felt uncomfortable and worried all day long. He was afraid that he would die. The last time he came, he heard from Dr. Wang that he had heart disease. At that time, he was a little surprised. Dr. Wang had just taken a look at him. After his son's drug addiction treatment, he knew that this young man's doctor was very capable and might be able to treat his disease. Therefore, he came to see Wang Yao.
"What do you think of this disease?"
"Wait a moment."
Wang Yao checked his pulse.
After a while, he had a conclusion.
"You suffered a lot when you were young, right?"
"Yes," the middle-aged man said.
When he was young, his family was poor. He wanted to be outstanding, but it was not that simple. He went from the countryside to the city. He had no knowledge and no skills. He could only work hard. In order to earn money, he was willing to do any hard work. He ate and slept in the wind and the wind. Later, he met his benefactor. His life changed. Now, his family business was successful, but his body was ill.
Overworking, overtired.
Worrying and tiring.
This word made sense.
A considerable number of people exchanged their health for money in the first half of their life. In the second half of their life, they had money to buy health.
"I can cure your disease," Wang Yao said.
"Really?!" The middle-aged man was shocked. He had seen many experts in big hospitals and taken a lot of medicine. However, there was no improvement. He could only maintain his condition with medicine and did not worsen.
"Of course, come back in three days," Wang Yao said.
He could cure the disease, but not today. He needed to prepare some medicine.
"Okay, okay."
The middle-aged man left after paying the consultation fee. For people who came to seek medical treatment, Wang Yao collected the consultation fee according to the person. He did not lack the money, but there were rules to practice medicine. The fees ranged from 10 to 100 yuan.
Unknowingly, a day had passed.
"Your grandma's illness is cured. She said she feels much better," Zhang Xiuying said during dinner at home.
"Well, that's good. I'll find time to see her again."
"Tong Wei left?"
"Yes, she left a few days ago," Wang Yao said.
"When will she come back from the United States?"
"Before the New Year."
"Will you settle your matter by then?"
"We'll see," Wang Yao said after hesitating for a while.
The matter between the two of them would have to wait.
Wang Yao went up Nanshan Hill at night.
It was very quiet on the hill.
There were a few licorice roots near the pool. They were nearly 10 centimeters tall.
Changyang: Heart pores, nourishes the five viscera, and opens the nine apertures.
It was a medium-grade licorice root.
This should be useful for heart disease.
He prepared a prescription with Changyang as the main ingredient. He wanted to see how effective it was.
"Three days."
At night, he read scriptures as usual. Until late at night.
The air in Jing was a little dirty in the morning. Many people felt their throats were dry and painful after waking up.
Lu Xiaomei got up very early. She had to go to the hospital for a check-up today.
Ring! Buzz!
She received a text message.
It was from Yue Chongyang. He had gone to the United States and hoped she could go there.
She didn't respond. After breakfast, she went to the hospital. Su Changhe had been waiting there for a long time.
She had a check-up in the morning.
"Her condition is very good!" This was the reply from Director Sun, which made both of them very happy. He prescribed some medicine for Lu Xiaomei.
"Continue to take it. She should be able to recover." He thought the medicine he prescribed had an effect, so he secretly recorded the case as a reference in the future. As for the truth, of course, Su Changhe didn't tell him.
"Okay, thank you."
There was a smile on Lu Xiaomei's face.
After all, she saw hope.
"The medicine prescribed by Dr. Wang has been used up. I'm going to Lianshan County tomorrow and the day after."
"Okay, do you need me to go with you?"
"No," Lu Xiaomei said. "I've already troubled you with this matter."
On Nanshan Hill, Wang Yao was preparing to decoct the medicine.
Cinnamon, glossy ganoderma, kudzu root, ginseng, and changyang.
Wang Yao recombined the ingredients according to an ancient prescription in Treatise on Miscellaneous Diseases. He didn't touch the other herbs except for changyang.
He felt it was the finishing touch.
On Nanshan Hill, the cold wind was whistling.
In the battle array, it was as warm as spring.
The firewood was burning, neither too fast nor too slow.
Wang Yao quietly watched the changes of the herbal soup in the multifunctional pot for herbs. The herbs had to be added one by one.
The color of the herbal soup was changing, and the taste of the medicine was also changing.
It was a process to avoid impatience when decocting the medicine. It was a process of all kinds of medicine being balanced.
In the sky outside, although the sun was still shining, it was too cold to stretch out one's hand.
On the mountain road, an old man in his 60s was taking a walk.
The old man was slightly fat, but his steps were strong. The way he walked was different from ordinary people. It seemed that he was walking according to some kind of footwork.
"Huh?"
He saw the green in the distance on the mountain. It was particularly eye-catching in the bleak atmosphere, like an oasis in the desert.
He was very curious, so he hurried over. He didn't walk very fast, but in a short time, he had covered a long distance.
It didn't take long for him to reach the hillside of Nanshan Hill. He was a person who practiced martial arts, so his perception was naturally more sensitive. He could clearly feel that the mountain forest was different. Before he got close to it, the biting cold mountain wind showed signs of being eliminated. It became more obvious after he took a few steps.
The trees!
He saw the trees, the moving trees, which made him dizzy.
He closed his eyes as soon as he saw the trees. Even so, he was still affected to some extent. He was a little dizzy, and his Qi and blood were surging. He took a few deep breaths to calm down, but the shock in his heart was even greater.
Battle array, such a thing really existed in the world, and it was in this small mountain village.
Wang Yao!
He immediately thought of who had done such a miraculous thing on the mountain.
It was the young man.
It turned out that not only was his martial arts cultivation extraordinary, but he was also proficient in battle arrays.
Ow!
There was a low growl from the other end of the woods, which was a little dull.
He vaguely saw a dog at the other end of the trees, a very big dog.
"What's wrong, San Xian?" A young man's voice came from the cottage. Wang Yao pushed the door open and came out.
Yes, it was him.
He didn't expect the old man who accompanied Sun Yunsheng to come to the mountain.
"What's the matter?"
Wang Yao asked. "Nothing, I admire you," the old man outside said.
You flatter me.
Wang Yao smiled. He didn't do anything, but the shaking of the trees was reduced a lot. A road suddenly appeared in the seemingly dense trees.
The old man came to the herbal field with mixed feelings of anxiety, surprise, and mystery.
The most intuitive feeling was the physical comfort. His breathing was smooth, and his mood was relaxed. He felt like he was bathing in the spring breeze.
He once had such a feeling on the mountain of the Taoist holy land, but it was not as strong as now.
There were many kinds of herbs in the herbal field, which he was not good at.
"Please come in." Wang Yao invited him into the cottage and made him a cup of tea.
The tea was camellia, which was stir-fried by Linhe.
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