He easily avoided the punch that was as powerful as a landslide.
He was a master!
As the saying went, one could tell whether an expert was a master or not.
Zhong Yuanyang could tell that Wang Yao was a kung fu master at first glance. He also held back his strength in that punch. He was afraid that he had misjudged Wang Yao and that Wang Yao really didn't know kung fu. He didn't want to hurt Wang Yao by mistake. He didn't expect Wang Yao to dodge it so easily.
"Please enlighten me," he said again.
Wang Yao shook his head.
Please.
Zhong Yuanyang punched again.
Wang Yao had no choice but to press his hand in the air.
Peng, his whole body was sent flying, and he only managed to stabilize himself after taking a few steps back.
What?
In the small courtyard, the three people who had come from thousands of miles away were all stunned. What kind of skill was this? Was he hitting a cow in the air or a palm strike?
Zhong Yuanyang was the most surprised among them. He was from a martial arts family, so he naturally knew what Wang Yao's palm strike meant.
He felt as if he had been knocked down by a galloping horse. However, he was still unharmed. The palm strike was already very surprising, but Wang Yao could still control it freely.
They had never seen it before, but they had heard of it in novels and movies.
The peerless master was here!
In front of them.
Zhong Yuanyang's heart was burning.
"Do you still want to compete?"
Wang Yao asked. "No, I lost," Zhong Yuanyang immediately said.
There was no comparison at all. It was a difference in realm. It was like a primary school student and an academician of the Academy of Sciences.
"Well …"
"If there is nothing else, please leave!"
Zhong Yuanyang seemed to have something to say, but he was interrupted by Wang Yao. He choked back his words.
Just like that, the three of them left the clinic in a daze.
"Hey, why didn't you say anything just now?" Zhong Yuanyang asked Su Zhixing.
"What did I say?" Su Zhixing asked.
"You brought us here, saying that you wanted to see the master and ask for advice," Zhong Yuanyang said.
"Did you see the master?"
"Yes," Su Zhixing said.
"Did you ask for advice?"
"Damn, are you playing word games with me?" Zhong Yuanyang reacted after listening for a long time.
"How do you feel?"
"Awesome, really awesome. Anyway, I really didn't think that such a person really existed in the world!" Zhong Yuanyang said. When he was at home, he had also heard his grandfather talk about some martial arts anecdotes. Those legendary masters, such as the few great grandmasters who had reached the Perfection of Martial Arts in recent times. However, hearing about it and actually seeing it were two completely different things. Moreover, he felt that the doctor who looked younger than him just now was even more capable than those legendary figures!
"Hey, do you think it's possible to invite him to be our instructor in the army?" asked the slightly thinner young soldier.
"He's doing well as a doctor. Why should he be an instructor in a remote place like ours?" Su Zhixing smiled and said, "You saw the situation just now. He obviously showed resistance. He didn't want to show his ability in front of outsiders."
"Then it's a pity that such an earth-shattering ability didn't start."
"Alright, I'll think of something in the future."
The three of them had come in high spirits, but it could not be considered as returning in disappointment. At the very least, they had witnessed the legendary skills.
"Only the three of us know about today's matter," Su Zhixing said very seriously in the car.
"Understood."
"Okay."
"Ah, I'm puzzled," the thin soldier couldn't help but mutter. "With such skills, why would he be willing to stay in such a small mountain village? Wherever he goes, he'll be treated like a master."
"By the way, before we left, he told me that your stomach wasn't very good. What's the matter?"
"How did he know?" The soldier was stunned.
"I heard from Xiaoxue that this is the observation technique in Chinese medicine," the thin soldier said. "That is to say, he can tell if you are sick with just one look."
"I say, isn't that too mysterious?"
"Then do you think his kung fu is mysterious?" Su Zhixing asked.
"Mysterious!"
"Then it's settled."
"The two have nothing to do with each other," the thin soldier said.
"Let's go," the thin soldier said with a smile. "He has already competed with you, and you lost, didn't you?"
"It's true that I lost, but I didn't think about my personal gains and losses!"
"Well, stop arguing," the thin soldier said. "We'll talk about this later."
After they left, a patient came to Wang Yao's clinic. It was an old man in his 60s from the village. His hair was white, his complexion was not very good, and his back was slightly hunched.
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
Wang Yao asked. "My chest is tight," the old man said. When he spoke, his throat was whistling like a broken bellows.
"Please sit down and let me take a look," Wang Yao said.
He saw a decadent aura in the old man, which was not a good sign.
He reached out and felt the pulse. It was extremely strange.
It suddenly came and went like a bird pecking. After a few breaths, the pulse was extremely weak.
It was a strange pulse. In other words, it was a sign of death.
"Uncle, you should go to a big hospital to have a look," Wang Yao said. "You need a liver!"
"Ah, Yao, if you have anything to say, just tell me," the old man said.
"Listen to me. Go quickly."
"OK, I'll listen to you!" The old man got up and left the clinic. When he walked, his body was floating. His heels could not touch the ground.
Looking at the old man, Wang Yao thought of a sentence.
Even if you don't die at night, you don't need medicine.
The old man's illness was incurable. With his current ability, he could only extend his life by a few months. The premise was that the old man and his family had to trust him.
Sometimes, the closer the person was to the village, the worse the illness was.
It was not like Wu Tongxing, Sun Yunsheng, and the others. They listened to whatever he said. The treatment was more effective.
I hope I can spend the rest of my days happily.
As his medical skills became more and more profound, some of Wang Yao's views also changed.
The old man returned home and told his son what Wang Yao said.
"What? Go to the hospital? What's wrong with you?" As soon as he heard that, the man in his 30s frowned. His tone was a bit harsh.
"I'm suffocating. I can't breathe," the old man said.
"Wait for a while. I'll talk to my sister," the man said.
In this way, the old man's illness was delayed.
When he returned home for lunch, Wang Yao told his parents about the matter.
"Is this Uncle Yilong?"
"Yes."
"What's the illness?"
"It's not a good illness." Wang Yao did not say it clearly, but as soon as he used this name, his parents immediately understood.
In the village, they usually called extremely malignant diseases, such as cancer, by this name.
"Can it be cured?"
"If it can be cured, I'll cure it. It's in the late stage," Wang Yao said.
"It's hard to say," Wang Yao said.
"Let's eat."
"Hey, I did something wrong!" Wang Yao had just picked up a mouthful of food.
"What's wrong?"
"I shouldn't have told him to go to a big hospital for examination. This will make him suspicious and will only accelerate the deterioration of his illness," Wang Yao said.
In fact, this was the case in real life. Some people with incurable diseases were still fine before they were diagnosed. However, once they were diagnosed, their bodies might collapse in a very short time because their spirits collapsed first. If they did not know the real situation, they might be able to continue living for another year. However, if they knew, they would not be able to live for more than two months.
"His son won't go with him," Zhang Xiuying said.
The old man's son was famous in the village for being unfilial. He often scolded his parents as if they were his juniors. People in the village had encountered this more than once.
When his mother passed away and he went to the grave, he did not even shed a tear. He was probably still hoping that his father's body would be ill at the moment.
"Ah!" Wang Fenghua sighed.
"His daughter is very filial. If she had not just given birth, she would not have let Yilong live here."
"His illness is also caused by his mother. He likes to drink to drown his sorrows."
Wang Yao changed the topic in time. If he talked about such things too much, it would only make him sigh and increase some negative emotions.
"By the way, your sister called this morning. She is going to get engaged. Take some time to sit together and have a chat," Zhang Xiuying said.
"Okay!" Wang Yao said.
"Mingyang is a good child."
"Well, he is good," Wang Yao said.
Listen to what he says and observe what he does. He is kind and knows how to do things.
Marrying him, she could not bear hardships and would not suffer losses.
Moreover, Wang Yao knew the method of diagnosis. This was similar to physiognomy. He also knew how to observe people.
"It's settled then!"
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