The next morning, as soon as the sun rose, the firewood in the cottage was burning.
"The spring water and multifunctional pot for herbs are different," Wang Yao said.
If he had been in Dali a few years ago, he would have decocted the decoctions under such conditions. It would have been much easier, and the efficacy would have been better.
The crackling sound of the firewood burning came from the cottage in the mountain. The smell of medicine gradually drifted out of the cottage.
Chinese herbs were added one by one. The color of the decoction gradually changed, and the taste was also changing.
A cup of green tea was staring at the pot on the flame.
Time passed quietly in the burning of the fire.
At the foot of the mountain, outside the clinic …
"Why hasn't he come back yet?" In the morning, Wang Zecheng had come twice. If he had not been from the same village and knew Wang Yao's temper, he would have gone directly to his home.
"The decoction is expensive, but why does he have no sense of time?" He muttered as he returned home.
"Did you buy the decoction?" his wife asked.
"No, he is not in the clinic," Wang Zecheng said.
"You have been there twice. Why don't you go again in the afternoon?"
"Well, OK," Wang Zecheng said.
In the herbal field on the mountain, Wang Yao put the first decoction that had been decocted into a white porcelain bottle prepared in advance. He then cleaned up and went down the mountain.
The remaining decoction to calm the nerves and calm the soul would be decocted in the evening, so he went to the clinic after lunch. Not long after he sat down, he heard a knock on the door outside. Then someone pushed the door and came in. It was Wang Zecheng.
"What's the matter?"
Wang Yao asked. "Well, my father's decoction is finished. When can you make another one?" Wang Zecheng asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Wang Yao said. "He forgot about it."
"I'll decoction in the afternoon and send it to you in the evening," Wang Zecheng said.
"Send it to my house?" Wang Zecheng was stunned.
"Yes, give it to Uncle Yilong by the way," Wang Yao said.
"OK, well, there is something you need to pay attention to," Wang Zecheng said.
"What is it?"
"Don't mention how much the medicine costs in front of my family," Wang Zecheng said. "I told my dad that the medicine costs about 100 yuan. If he knew that a dose of medicine costs so much money, I don't think he would use it."
"You're quite meticulous. Alright, I'll remember that."
"Oh, okay, this is the deposit." Wang Zecheng put down the 5,000 yuan first, then turned and left the clinic.
"Hey, why did I forget to bargain?" He only remembered that he had forgotten the other purpose of his visit when he was out of the door.
For some reason, he felt a little nervous when he saw Wang Yao.
"Really, let's talk about it next time!"
His heart ached for the money, but his heart ached even more for his father.
"It seems that his mentality has completely changed," Wang Yao said. "Well, let's decoct another dose of medicine."
However, he did not go up the mountain this time. Instead, he decoct it directly in the clinic. Except for Bajiaotong, the rest of the herbs used were ordinary herbs. However, Wang Yao's herbs were not ordinary because most of them were on Nanshan Hill. In the herbal field, they were nourished by the aura between heaven and earth gathered by the Spirit Gathering Battle Array day and night. The efficacy of the herbs was many times stronger than those planted artificially. It was also much stronger than those wild herbs in the deep mountains and forests.
Thousands of miles away in Dali …
Han Zhigao carefully came out of the house with sweat on his head.
"How was it?" Han Zhiyu, who was waiting outside, asked.
"I stole it," Han Zhigao whispered.
That day, while their brother was not paying attention, they stole a little bit of each of the three herbs left by Wang Yao.
Looking at the little bit of medicine in the small plastic bag, Han Zhiyu asked, "Is that all?"
"I'm afraid that if we give too much, our brother will find out and suspect us."
"OK, just a little bit," Han Zhiyu said. "Are you going to find the King Pharmacist?"
"OK, I'll go," Han Zhigao said. "I'll leave right away."
"OK, wait a minute," Han Zhiyu said. "These herbs should be stored in ice so that they won't change. Otherwise, the loss will outweigh the gain."
"OK, I know," Han Zhigao said. "I'll go first."
"Drive safe," Han Zhiyu said.
Han Zhigao took the three herbs stolen from his home and drove away from Dali.
In the Han family, Han Xing looked at the place where the herbs were stored and stood there quietly.
After a long time, he sighed.
The herbs were put there by him. How could he not see that they had been tampered with?
"I hope it works!"
Now that things had come to this point, what else could he say to his own brother?
On the other side, Han Zhigao drove very fast.
Near evening, he arrived at an unknown town in southern Yunnan. The road was rugged and very difficult to drive.
"Damn it, what's wrong with him? He doesn't want to live in a good city. Why does he have to live in such a remote mountain village?" He whispered as he drove.
Even after becoming famous, the King Pharmacist of Miaojiang still lived in his own village and rarely went out to see patients. This habit had been maintained for decades. Many people in Miaojiang wanted to invite him to see patients, but very few people could ask him to go out.
Because he came late, several hotels in the village were full. He could only spend the night in the car.
Yes, there were three hotels in this small mountain village, but they were usually full because people from several provinces in Miaojiang came every day to ask the King of Medicine for treatment. When there were so many people, they naturally had to wait for a number. When Han Zhigao came last time, he heard from a villager that the longest person had waited here for more than two months. This was what he knew. When he finally got a number, the King of Medicine was in a bad mood, so he had to wait. When the King of Medicine was in a good mood, he didn't know why he went out again, so he had to wait. It was okay to wait, but he could let go of this opportunity and continue to wait. It was a bit like waiting in line at a bank. The number expired and became invalid.
"Ah, it's really hard," Han Zhigao said.
In fact, there were more like him. Looking around, there were at least 50 to 60 cars parked in the village.
The night gradually fell.
On Nanshan Hill, Wang Yao was brewing the third decoction of the day.
The decoction for Chen Ying's brother could calm the nerves and calm the soul.
He brewed it at night because it was quiet at night and calmed the nerves.
The lights in the hut were not extinguished until late at night.
In the morning, the sun rose as usual.
The villagers in the jungle began to get busy. The people in the village were very grateful to the "King of Medicine of Miaojiang" because they did not accept a single cent from the people in the village who came to see them. Moreover, because they were in the village, many people came to see the doctor, which brought them a lot of economic income. It was much easier than farming and picking herbs in the mountains.
After staying in the car for a night, Han Zhigao, who was sore all over, carefully took the box containing the three small decoctions. He held it in his arms, locked the car, and went to the corner of the village. There was a shabby old bamboo building outside. It was a two-story bamboo building. There was a small yard outside. The fence was only as tall as a person. One could jump into the yard.
There were seven or eight people waiting outside. They were very quiet and self-conscious. They were waiting in line. Everyone had a bamboo plate in their hands with a number engraved on it.
"I hope the King Pharmacist will be in a good mood today," someone whispered.
"Yes, I have been waiting here for five days," another person said.
They waited until 9 a.m. The door of the bamboo building opened. A man in his 30s walked out. He was of medium height and thin. His cheeks were thin and long. He looked very energetic.
"Today, six people come in order." The man's voice was not loud.
"Ah, just leave one!" Someone on the ground murmured after hearing that.
"You should be content. He hasn't seen anyone for several days."
After that, the man turned around and was about to enter the bamboo building.
"Please wait." A voice came from behind.
"Huh?"
Everyone's eyes were focused on Han Zhigao. He didn't have a special number. If he waited in line according to the rules, it would take at least 10 days.
"I want to see the King Pharmacist alone," Wang Yao said.
"Do you know what you are talking about?" the middle-aged man asked coldly.
"Well, can I talk to you alone?" Wang Yao asked.
The man stared at Han Zhigao for a minute and then nodded.
"Thank you." Han Zhigao carried the box into the small yard. He went up the bamboo building and approached the middle-aged man. He said a few words to the man, opened the box, and then went into the bamboo building.
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