The medicine was amazing.
"Dad," Wang Zecheng said.
"Where is Haoyuan?" the old man asked. He thought his son had gone to pick up his grandson.
"I didn't pick him up. I went out to do something else," Wang Zecheng said.
"How do you feel?"
Wang Zecheng asked. "Very good, very comfortable," the old man said. The sun was good today. The old man was sitting in the yard leaning against the wall.
"That's good. I'll drive there in a while," Wang Zecheng said.
"I'll go into the house to get something."
Wang Zecheng entered the house.
"How is it?" his wife asked.
"It's not cheap."
"How much do you need to eat?"
Wang Zecheng asked. "Not much," Wang Zecheng said. He didn't plan to tell his wife the truth now. He didn't want his wife to disagree. She would mutter all day and let his father hear it.
"Well, I'll go out and pick up Haoyuan."
"OK, be careful on the way."
In the clinic, Wang Yao continued to teach Pan Jun the massage technique. They chatted during the period.
"Is that person from the same village as you?"
"Yes, his old man is sick," Wang Yao said.
"What's the disease?"
Wang Yao asked. "Cancer, terminal."
"Ah?" Pan Jun was stunned.
"Do you want to try?"
"I'm trying," Wang Yao said.
"Can it work?"
Pan Jun asked. "Ha-ha, are you doubting me?" Wang Yao asked with a smile. "To be honest, I don't know. I'm fighting with the King of Hell." He stared out of the window.
Who in the world could be sure?
Maybe in another year, there would be.
At noon, Pan Jun treated Wang Yao to lunch. They had lunch in a restaurant in the village next door. Pan Jun treated them.
"Master, I feel more and more that it's a pity for you to stay in this small mountain village with your medical skills." It was not the first time Pan Jun said such words.
Without contact, he didn't know what level Wang Yao's medical skills had reached. It was not to say that he could "heal bones and revive the dead," but he was definitely better than the so-called experts in China.
"It's the same everywhere." Wang Yao smiled.
"Master, if people ask me where I am from, what should I say?"
"Mission: Revive. The name of pharmacist has been lost for a long time. Thou must revive it. Long-term mission. Mission reward: one medical book, three bags of herb seeds. If the mission fails, the system will take back all the knowledge and abilities bestowed by the system. "
Suddenly, Wang Yao heard the system issue a quest.
What kind of mission was this?
Long term, how long was long term? Was there a time limit?
"Master?" Pan Jun saw that Wang Yao was absent-minded for a moment and asked softly.
"I'm fine," Wang Yao said.
"I'm a pharmacist."
"Pharmacist. Yes, Master, you once said that if anyone asks about me in the future, I will say that I am a pharmacist. Yes, your surname is Wang. Are you from the Pharmacist King, Pharmacist Wang?"
"Nonsense!" Wang Yao said with a straight face.
The word "King" was not something that could be easily withstood.
"It's just a joke. Master, please don't mind it!" Pan Jun said.
"Alright, let's eat," Wang Yao said.
He didn't expect that today's meal, a question that wasn't even considered half a disciple, would actually lead to such a brainless long-term mission.
To restore the prestige of the pharmacist.
There was still a long way to go.
This reminded Wang Yao of a poem, "The long way to the impregnable pass is like iron. Now I have to take a step forward to cross it."
"When do you think I can finish my apprenticeship?"
"You, it's still early," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Well, I have to work hard," Pan Jun said.
After the master and disciple had lunch, they returned to the clinic.
"You can take a nap after lunch. It's good for your health." Wang Yao had a room and a bed.
"Okay," Pan Jun said.
At noon, the two went back to rest. One slept, and the other meditated to guide. In the afternoon, Wang Yao continued to teach Pan Jun the essentials of massage knowledge.
During this period, a patient came. A few days ago, he had come to see Wang Yao because of diarrhea.
"You can go back. I can't treat your illness," Wang Yao said to a slightly pale middle-aged man.
"Ah, why?" The man was stunned after hearing it.
"When you came last time, I gave you a prescription and specifically told you not to smoke or drink while taking the medicine. Did you do that?" Wang Yao said.
"I … I just drank a little," the man whispered.
"A little? Just a little? You have been drinking heavily and smoking frequently in the past three days. You have serious diarrhea. Am I right?" Wang Yao said.
The man was stunned.
"Yes."
"You can go." Wang Yao waved his hand.
People who didn't listen to the doctor's advice and didn't care about their own health didn't need to be treated.
"Don't go. I have to come all the way here," the middle-aged man hurriedly said.
He had been drinking non-stop for the past few days. At noon and at night, he had been drinking non-stop. This was also because of his work. When the company started to work, he also did some work in the company. When the company started to treat him, they asked him to go. He was a lively person. Whenever he went, he would drink as long as he was asked to. He couldn't stop drinking.
At first, he took the medicine according to the time and was very careful. The first two days did have an effect. He didn't have diarrhea and his stomach didn't hurt as much. However, when his body just got better, he began to drink and didn't take the medicine in time. As a result, he immediately had a relapse. At first, he didn't care too much. Now that there was blood, he was shocked and hurried over to have a look.
"Let's go." Wang Yao didn't want to talk to this kind of person.
He didn't care about his own health.
"Doctor, how can you be like this?" The man was a little anxious.
"Hey, how can you say that?" Pan Jun at the side heard the man's unfriendly tone and stood up.
"It's none of your business."
"Get out." Wang Yao said.
Bang! The man's body shook a few times and almost sat on the ground.
What's going on?
He just heard a loud explosion in his ears. He only felt dizzy and was about to faint in an instant.
He looked at the young man sitting in front of him who was looking at him with cold eyes and then looked at the 1.8-meter-tall man next to him.
"Humph, why can't you get up?" He left such a sentence and left angrily.
"What kind of person is he?" Pan Jun said disdainfully.
"His illness is actually quite serious." Wang Yao said.
Looking at his complexion, he looked very bad. There was a faint sense of decadence.
Listening to his voice, it was short and weak. He didn't have enough strength.
Smelling it, there was a very strange smell in the mouth between breaths. There was also a strange smell on his body.
These were all signs of his body being unhealthy.
"Well, I think his complexion is not good. It seems that his Qi and blood are not enough."
"If he doesn't control himself, his organs may be irreversibly damaged. By then, it will be too late for him to regret it," Wang Yao said.
There were always some people in the world who didn't listen to advice. It was too late for regret.
"Let's continue."
"OK."
After the patient left Wang Yao's clinic angrily, he was very worried, so he drove to the People's Hospital in Lianshan County. After arriving there, he explained the situation to the doctor there. Because it was afternoon and he had already eaten and drunk some water, some examinations couldn't be done. He could only come back the next day.
Pan Jun left at about five o 'clock in the afternoon. After the two of them left, Wang Yao stayed in the clinic alone, thinking about the task issued by the system that morning.
Reinvigorate? How?
He asked, but the system didn't give a clear hint.
He analyzed himself that there were two things, one was the name, the other was the reality. The two were combined with each other, and neither could be omitted.
The name of the pharmacist had to be resounded in the world again. Resounding was not enough. It had to be passed down.
For example, Bodhidharma and Zhang Sanfeng, their own cultivation was the best in the world. At the same time, they also established sects, Shaolin and Wudang, with a long history.
Establishing sects?
Wang Yao repeatedly muttered these words.
After dinner in the evening, he went to Nanshan Hill early.
"Old man, I found that Yao has something on his mind," Zhang Xiuying said to her husband.
"Well, let him solve it by himself. Don't ask too much," Wang Fenghua said.
On Nanshan Hill, Wang Yao thought about the task in the cottage.
How to complete it?
Revive his prestige and pass down his legacy.
In fact, he had already started.
Opening a clinic and walking the path of a famous doctor was prestige.
Accepting apprentices and teaching medical skills were also legacy.
These are the two paths in the future.
In Dao, the wind was very strong.
"How is the development of the building?"
"It's going well."
"I heard that you've contracted all the nearby mountains?"
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