"I heard that the King Pharmacist has a special rule. If someone can provide him with special medicine, he will agree to one request within his power," Han Xing said.
"So?"
Han Xing asked. "Can we take these three medicines to the King Pharmacist and ask him to help treat Fourth Brother's illness?"
Han Xing stared at his third brother and did not speak for a long time.
"Big Brother?" Han Xing called out softly when he saw Han Xing in a daze.
"We don't have to deal with Dr. Wang in the future?"
"We have the King Pharmacist. Why do we need to rely on him?" Han Xing asked.
"We don't have to deal with Dr. Sang anymore?"
"Well, although Dr. Sang's medical skills are superb, he is not as good as the King Pharmacist," Han Xing said.
In the Miaojiang area, the King Pharmacist's reputation was deeply rooted in people's hearts. He was almost omnipotent.
"Very good." Han Xing nodded and stared at his third brother.
"Have you thought about it? What if the King Pharmacist can't cure Fourth Brother's illness?"
"How is that possible?" Han Xing asked. "Wang Yao is so young. How can he be better than the King Pharmacist?"
"Yes, Big Brother, no matter how good he is, he can't be better than the King Pharmacist," Han Zhiyu said.
"I don't agree with this matter," Han Xing said. "In all these years, the Han family has never done anything treacherous," Han Zhiyu said.
"Also, you two go and find out the King Pharmacist's rules. This King Pharmacist's rules are very strange."
After saying that, he turned and went into the room, ignoring his two brothers who were in a daze.
"Big Brother, what do you mean?"
"Can't you see what I mean? He just doesn't agree," Han Zhiyu said.
"I think this matter is feasible. Big Brother is good, but sometimes he is too stubborn. What do you think, Second Brother?"
"Yes." Han Zhiyu nodded. He was leaning towards his third brother's idea.
"Well, you go and find out more about the King Pharmacist's rules. Let's discuss it again."
"Okay."
"It's not that we don't follow the rules and don't keep our promises, but that young man is not reassuring," Han Xing said. "Besides, who would know if we don't talk about it? Wang Yao and Sang Guzi aren't here, are they?"
"That's enough," Han Zhiyu said. "Keep it between us. Don't talk about it."
Wang Yao took a direct flight to Dao City. When he arrived, it was already night time. The Han family had already booked the best hotel in Dao City for him.
Nothing happened that night. The next morning, a car came to pick him up and sent him directly back to Lianshan County.
In the mountain village, a few patients were waiting outside.
"Out? When will he be back?"
"That's hard to say."
"Hey, isn't he from this village? Why don't we go to his house and ask?"
"No, we definitely can't go to his house. He's annoyed by this!" another person said. "I've heard about it from others. Besides, are you illiterate? Didn't you see what was written on the sign?"
"Then what should we do? Just wait like this and come all the way here."
"Let's wait for another hour. If they don't come, we'll go back and come back another day."
An hour later, there was still no sign of anyone.
"Let's go back."
"How can you do business like this?" a middle-aged man muttered with dissatisfaction.
"Well, don't complain. It's my fault. I brought you here," another man said.
It was normal to say that he was dissatisfied. After all, he drove there but was not at home. It was a waste of time.
Less than half an hour after they left, Wang Yao returned home.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back." He went home and greeted his family. Zhang Xiuying was busy preparing lunch at home.
"Have you eaten?"
"Not yet."
"Drink some water and have a rest. It'll be ready soon."
After her son came back, Zhang Xiuying cooked two more dishes. Lunch was ready not long after.
"Time to eat."
"Where's Dad?"
"Someone treated him to lunch. He went out to eat. It's just the two of us at noon," Zhang Xiuying said. "Did it go well in Dali?"
"It went well," Wang Yao said.
"Has the patient been cured?"
"No, it won't be so fast. It will take some time. No one came to our house these days, right?"
"No, it's good on the hill."
"That's good," Wang Yao said.
After lunch, Wang Yao went straight to Nanshan Hill. San Xian went down the hill to pick him up. He was wagging his tail happily.
"San Xian, you've gained weight again?"
Woof! Woof!
"Haha, is everything okay on the hill?"
Woof!
Wang Yao heard something unusual from San Xian's barking. He quickened his pace and went up the hill. "Yes, what's the matter?"
"Is this what you mean by something?" When he hurriedly followed San Xian to the hill and came to the cottage, he didn't know when a small rabbit with soft fur was squatting there. It was still very small. It was nestled in San Xian's kennel.
"Where did you find it?"
San Xian barked twice at the back of the hill.
"Why, do you want to eat braised milk rabbit?" Wang Yao asked with a smile. "Hey, what do you mean by that look? You don't want me to raise it, do you?" Wang Yao asked in surprise.
Woof!
"Wow, you are so caring!" Wang Yao smiled and touched San Xian's head.
"This is Da Xia, you know?"
San Xian didn't eat the rabbit, but the goshawk was born to eat this kind of animal.
"Well, when I go down the hill later, I'll take it home and raise it. You can't raise rabbits here." Wang Yao said. "This is a herbivore. If you raise it here, it may eat the herbs in the herbal field one day."
Ow!
He put the rabbit aside first. Wang Yao walked around the herbal field and then went up to Nanshan Hill.
"Huh?" When he went up to the top of the hill, he found that on the south side of the hill, near the foot of the hill, there were signs of trees being cut down. So he went down the hill along the steep mountain road. Sure enough, there were a few missing trees at the foot of the hill. They were a few jujube trees. They were a few years old and looked like they had just been cut down not long ago.
The south side of Nanshan Hill was very steep, forming an irregular arc. There was a territory in the distance. Few people came here on weekdays because it was too remote. Wang Yao had been on the hill for a few years. Even the people who often came to the hill to graze sheep rarely came here because the hill was too steep. Once, someone couldn't help but roll down here and break a leg.
By chance, a villager? Wang Yao thought.
According to the original contract, this was also within the scope of his contract.
If I can come here, I can go to the north side of the hill. He was a little worried.
"San Xian!" He shouted at the herbal field at the foot of the hill. His voice flew up the hill and then down.
After a while, the dog, which was the size of a calf, ran quickly from the top of the hill. It was a few meters away with a leap. From afar, it really looked like a lion.
"Has anyone been here recently?"
After listening, the dog sniffed carefully, woof, and barked.
"From which direction?"
The dog sniffed in front and led the way. Wang Yao followed behind. This time, there was no road on the hill. There used to be a few winding paths, but in recent years, because no one went up the hill, the paths were abandoned. Wang Yao really didn't understand why someone would come here. Was it just to find jujube trees?
The dog stopped under a rock not far away. There were some traces on the ground.
"This is a beehive?"
Wang Yao looked up at the rock. At a height of about five or six meters, he could clearly see the remnants of a beehive. He then turned to look in the direction of the jujube trees. It was easier to see.
"Came to dig the beehive, found jujube trees by accident, and then cut them down?"
"Go on, San Xian."
The dog continued to lead the way. They went up the hill and unknowingly arrived at Xishan Hill. Then, they continued to go north. After walking for more than an hour, they finally turned into Wang Yao's village. The dog stopped at a house at the foot of Xishan Hill.
"From the same village?" Wang Yao was stunned.
"Yao?"
At this moment, someone passed by and greeted the dog. The way he looked at the dog was different.
"Is this a f * cking dog? Why does it look like a lion?"
"Uncle."
"In this house?"
Woof! The dog barked.
"That's good. Let's go back." Wang Yao turned and left.
Creak! At this time, the iron door suddenly opened. A man in his 40s came out of the house. He had a stubble.
"Yao, what's the matter?"
"Uncle." The man was considered his elder.
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