"No, please, we are all from the same village. You have to save me!" Wang Zecheng cried.
"I said, you have to rely on yourself. Think about it again."
Wang Zecheng tried hard to recall what bad things he had done. He even thought of the things he had done when he was a child, such as peeping at women taking a bath.
"Wait!"
He suddenly thought of something, and his face became very ugly.
"Is it because of my dad?" He looked at Wang Yao.
"Uncle Yilong, what do you think?"
"I will change. I will change when I go back," Wang Zecheng suddenly said.
"Then go back." Wang Yao did not care whether he really understood or not.
"Can you prescribe medicine for me?"
"I can't help it. If there is nothing else, you can go back first." Wang Yao saw him out.
Wang Zecheng bowed his head and was silent for a while.
"My illness is really because I am not filial!"
Oh? Chen Ying immediately understood what was going on and turned to look at Wang Yao.
Whether there was really retribution between heaven and earth, she was not sure. At least she had never encountered it. However, Dr. Wang could definitely make people show such discomfort with his extraordinary ability.
As for the unfilial son, it was despicable.
Wang Zecheng left with his head down. It looked like he really believed it and was really scared.
"Sir, is there really retribution in the world?" Chen Ying asked after hesitating.
"I am willing to believe it is," Wang Yao said.
People often said that it was not the time for retribution. In fact, there was indeed such a thing as "good people are not rewarded."
"Did you drive here?"
"Yes, I drove here."
"Where are you going to live?"
"Go to Lianshan County," Chen Ying said.
"Well, I will treat you to a meal tonight," Wang Yao said.
"Thank you, Sir."
While they were talking, Wang Zecheng returned home. It was as if he had lost his soul.
"How is it?" His wife asked.
"I am fine. I will sleep first." He went back to the room and lay on the kang. He looked at the ceiling and thought about something in his mind.
Aiya!
Her stomach began to hurt again.
He got off the kang bed and went to the outhouse. He was still bleeding.
After coming out of the outhouse, he went into his father's room.
The old man was lying on the kang bed. His illness made his face pale. It was a small room, and it seemed like it had not been cleaned for a long time. There was a faint rancid smell, and the bedding was also old. It seemed like it had not been washed for a long time.
Wang Zecheng stood on the edge of the kang.
"Dad," he called out softly.
"Hey, what's wrong? Are you feeling better?" asked the old man hurriedly as he turned his head to see his son.
"Much better."
At this moment, Wang Zecheng really wanted to cry.
With a thump, he fell to his knees.
"Dad, I was wrong!"
"Child, what's wrong with you?" The old man who was lying on the kang sat up immediately.
"I am unfilial!" Wang Zecheng slapped himself hard. "I deserve to die."
"Alright, alright." The old man panicked when he saw this. He didn't know what was wrong with his son and why he was behaving so strangely.
"From now on, I will be filial to you."
"OK, OK!" The old man hurriedly responded.
It was a sudden awakening. The prodigal son had turned over a new leaf. He was scared. It was unknown whether it was a momentary passion.
In the afternoon, Wang Yao closed the door of the clinic early. He told his family that he was going to the restaurant in the village with Chen Ying.
"Dr. Wang is here."
"Hello," Wang Yao said.
There were a few game dishes. They were not exquisite, but they were natural.
Because they were driving and did not drink, the two talked a lot.
When Chen Ying drove back, the owner of the restaurant came over and patted Wang Yao on the shoulder.
"Is she your girlfriend? She is so beautiful!"
"No," Wang Yao said with a smile.
That night, Wang Zecheng's father tossed and turned. It was difficult for him to fall asleep. His son's kneeling during the day was so abnormal that he was caught off guard.
"What the hell is going on?" He thought for a whole night.
His son also did not fall asleep. Because his stomach was uncomfortable, he still ran to the outhouse. He was still bleeding.
He was not complaining. He was just afraid and regretful.
Looking at his father's appearance, he felt that he had gone too far in the past.
At night, on Nanshan Hill.
The firewood was burning.
The multifunctional pot for herbs, ancient spring water.
Codonopsis pilosula, schisandra, poria cocos, white peony, licorice … Yushui.
All kinds of herbs were added to it.
The fragrance of herbs filled the herbal field.
San Xian raised his head from his nest and looked around.
Da Xia stood on the tree, quiet like a sculpture.
Just like that, the night passed.
In the early morning, the sky was a little gray, as if covered with a layer of gauze.
Chen Ying came very early.
"Thank you, Sir."
"You are welcome."
"Take it according to the method when you go back. I will go to Jing soon."
"OK, thank you."
After 9 a.m., the loudspeaker in the village, which had been silent for a long time, began to broadcast again. It was about the exchange of houses in the village for new buildings in the county.
As soon as the villagers heard it, they went to the brigade house to inquire about the specific information.
In the county, the foundation of the building developed by the Sun family had begun to be built. Many people in the village knew about it. A considerable number of people even went to see it more than once. The location was good, and the construction was done by a large group. Seeing that the housing prices in the county were rising and not falling, it would be a lie to say that they were not anxious. As soon as the loudspeaker began to broadcast, almost every family in the village had people go.
For a time, the brigade house was full of people.
"Be quiet!" Wang Jianli's voice was a little hoarse.
This matter did not need to be delayed until today. His brother had just passed away. He was not in the mood to organize this matter. However, he received a call from Sun Yunsheng yesterday. He had to do it.
The people in the village asked very carefully. Some people directly filled out some of the forms on the spot. Some people wanted to go back and think about it. This matter lasted for a whole day.
It seemed that the village had not been so lively for a long time.
However, not everyone went. Some people did not go, such as Wang Zecheng.
He let his wife go. He took his father to the hospital. Wang Yilong did not want to go, but he could not stand his son's insistence. He went to the county hospital.
It did not matter if they did not check. After the check, they found a big problem. The doctor did not tell the old man. Instead, he called Wang Zecheng aside and explained the old man's situation to him.
"The old man's situation is like this. There is no good way to treat him. My advice is to go back and eat, drink, and serve him well!"
After listening to the doctor's words, Wang Zecheng was stunned.
How could this be? How could this be?
He had just repented when he heard such news.
Terminal illness, late stage, only a few days left.
He woke up, but God did not give him a chance.
He squatted in the corner and cried.
Boy!
The doctor sighed.
"Don't cry. The old man will be suspicious when he comes out."
"Oh, OK!" Wang Zecheng wiped away his tears.
"How is it?" The old man asked after coming out.
"It's okay. There is inflammation in the liver. The doctor has prescribed medicine." Wang Zecheng said the excuse he had thought of.
"OK, let's go home."
"Oh, OK."
Wang Zecheng drove his father home and told his wife to cook something delicious on the way.
In the evening, he accompanied his father to talk for a while before returning to the house.
The old man was lying on the bed, covered with a new quilt. He was even more confused.
"Why did he suddenly become better? He went to the hospital, cooked a meal, and covered himself with a new quilt." He could not understand.
Wang Zecheng's wife couldn't understand why her husband suddenly changed his mind.
"What's wrong with you these two days?" His wife asked as the couple lay on the bed.
"What? What's wrong?"
"I think you are not right these two days," his wife said.
"You mean I suddenly became good to Dad, right?" Wang Zecheng said directly.
"Ah, yes." His wife hesitated.
"I used to be a bastard and ignorant. Now I understand, but it's too late."
"Too late? Why is it too late?" his wife asked.
"Our father has a terminal illness."
"What?" His wife was stunned.
"Hurry up and cure him!"
"Cure? Can it be called a terminal illness?" Wang Zecheng asked.
"Would you like to go to the hospital in the provincial capital?"
"Well, I have thought about it. I will go to the provincial capital tomorrow and take the test report to the doctor first. If they have a way, I will take Dad there!"
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