"Have you arranged everything with the King Pharmacist?" Han Xing asked.
"Yes, I have arranged for another group of people to go there," Han Zhiyu said. "Third brother is waiting there."
"Go and find out where Dr. Sang is now and whether he has left Dali. If he knows that the King Pharmacist is here, this matter may be exposed."
"Well, OK." Han Zhiyu immediately went out to do it. …
In the mountain village thousands of miles away …
In Wang Zecheng's home …
Wang Zecheng's father coughed a few times.
"Dad, are you OK?"
"I'm fine," Wang Zecheng's father said.
"Oh, that's good."
"Haoyuan, your grandfather is not feeling well," Wang Zecheng said to his son. "You are already so big. Don't let your grandfather carry you. Go and get a stool to sit on."
"It's OK. I can carry you."
"Let him do it himself. Don't spoil him."
The previous day, Wang Yao had come to the house and brought the medicine. He had a careful look at Wang Zecheng's father and gave him a massage. Wang Yao's father looked better than the day before.
"The old man's illness is very serious," Wang Yao said. "What I am doing now is just to relieve his pain. It is just prolonging his illness."
He remembered Wang Yao's original words very clearly.
"You should try your best to make the old man happy."
"Of course!" Wang Zecheng replied at that time.
Wang Yao did not say how long his father could live.
One month, three months, six months … If one day his father was gone, what would he do? He had thought about it more than once.
"In the remaining days, I must make my father happy."
"Zecheng, I called your sister this morning. She said she was free tomorrow and would come over," Wang Zecheng's father said. "With the child."
Wang Zecheng's father not only missed his grandson, but also his grandson.
"OK," Wang Zecheng said.
In the clinic, after a day of preparation, Wang Yao had prepared all the medicine needed to go to Jing.
In the afternoon, he told his family about it.
"It will take a little longer this time," Wang Yao said.
"How long?"
"About five days," Wang Yao said.
"Well, don't forget about your sister's engagement." Zhang Xiuying did not forget to remind her.
"I won't forget," Wang Yao said.
After dinner, he went up the mountain early. He specially made some preparations and told San Xian some things.
The next morning, he left the mountain early with only a backpack and set off.
It was already afternoon when he took the plane from Haiqu to Beijing.
She took a taxi to that place.
"Sir?!" After seeing Wang Yao, Chen Ying was very surprised.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
"Say what?"
Chen Ying hurriedly went forward to take the package for him.
"How's Chen Zhou recently?"
"He's been fine. He's been awake for a long time," Chen Ying said. Her brother's condition made her feel relieved.
"Tomorrow morning, I'll go and see Elder Wu. In the afternoon, I'll go and see Chen Zhou."
"Okay, I'll arrange it," Chen Ying said.
Thousands of miles away, in a village in the jungle …
The King Pharmacist of the Miao family arranged his disciple to inform him early in the morning that he would not see any patients today because he was going to a house call.
"Please go ahead," Han Zhigao said very respectfully.
"Old? I'm not old yet," the King Pharmacist said. His voice was quite loud.
"Yes, yes, I can't talk."
"Okay."
The King Pharmacist and his disciple got in the car and went straight to Dali.
They arrived in Dali at noon.
"King Pharmacist, I've arranged lunch. What do you think?"
"See the patient first," the King Pharmacist said.
"Yes."
Han Zhigao immediately called his eldest brother and second brother.
"He came so fast!"
Han Xing had specifically told him not to tell too many people that the King Pharmacist was coming. If someone asked, he should say that he had a distinguished guest.
Han Xing and Han Zhiyu waited at the door and saw the King Pharmacist, who had been famous in Miaojiang for decades.
"Didn't you say that he was in his 70s? He's so well-maintained!"
This was the same feeling in the hearts of the two brothers.
"Hello, King Pharmacist."
"No need to be polite. Let's see him," the King Pharmacist said.
"Oh, OK."
Han Xing led the way in front. Soon, they saw the fourth son of the Han family lying on the bed in the room.
"This smell?" The King Pharmacist's face changed as soon as he entered the room. He quickly went to the patient's window and skillfully untied the gauze wrapped around the patient's body. He saw the hideous wound inside the patient's body.
Huh?!
The disciple behind him also exclaimed in surprise.
"This kind of poison again!"
"Have you seen this kind of poison before?"
"How many decoctions did he use?" The King Pharmacist looked at the partially scabbed arm. His eyes were full of splendor.
"He used half of the first two decoctions," Han Xing said. "He used less than one-fifth of the third decoction."
"Bring me all the decoctions," the King Pharmacist immediately said.
"OK." Han Xing took the decoctions left by Wang Yao.
"When was the last time you took them?"
"Well, eight o 'clock in the morning," Han Xing said.
"This is the first decoction, detoxification," Han Xing said.
"This is the second decoction, capital stock cultivation."
"This is the third decoction, vitality removal."
He explained one by one.
"OK." The King Pharmacist nodded.
"A Jian."
"Master."
"Go and get all the decoctions used last time," the King Pharmacist said to the disciple next to him.
"OK."
"I'll go with you." Han Zhigao followed him out.
"Wait here," the King Pharmacist said.
"OK."
"Look, the meal is ready. You've been busy all the way."
"Well, OK."
The Han family hurriedly took the King Pharmacist to eat.
"Huh?" Outside the Han family's house, an old man happened to see a group of people coming from the yard.
"Why is he here? How did the Han family manage to invite him?"
The old man was Sang Guzi. He had seen the King Pharmacist before and knew his strange temper. It depended on his mood to treat a patient. As long as he didn't want to treat a patient, he wouldn't treat a patient even if he had a whole house full of gold or a knife to his neck. It was already very difficult to ask him to treat a patient, let alone a house call.
He knew what the Han family was capable of.
"Unless …" He thought of a possibility.
Sigh! He sighed, shook his head, and left. …
In the mountain village …
Wang Yilong was very happy that day because his grandchildren had all gathered together. Seeing the happy appearance of the children, the old man felt that the illness in his body had disappeared instantly.
After dinner, Wang Zecheng quietly pulled his sister aside.
"Sister, I want to tell you something," Wang Zecheng said.
"What's the matter?" This time, she found that her younger brother had changed too much. It was as if he had changed into another person. He was so good to their father, which made her puzzled.
"Well, our father's health is not very good."
"What's wrong?" After hearing the news, his sister was a little confused.
"He has a bad disease."
"What kind of illness?" His sister was stunned.
"Cancer!"
"What?!" His sister's whole body shook. She was stunned and stood there with her mouth agape.
Then, tears came out of her eyes.
"Sister, don't cry. Don't cry. Our father doesn't know about it yet!" Wang Zecheng hurriedly said. He also considered whether he should take advantage of this time to tell his sister about it. After thinking about it all morning, he decided to tell her. He also thought that she would have such a reaction.
"Let's talk outside." His sister covered her mouth to stop crying and went outside.
"When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"When I called you last time, weren't you in the hospital? I didn't tell you. I was thinking about taking him to the provincial capital in two days," Wang Zecheng said.
"Where was the diagnosis made?"
"County People's Hospital."
"Go to the provincial capital. Go there today," his sister said.
"Sister, sister, listen to me!" Wang Zecheng grabbed his sister who was rushing into the house.
"If you go there like this, our father will definitely know that he has a bad disease," Wang Zecheng said. "I have asked the doctors in the provincial capital about this situation. If he doesn't know, maybe he can live for a year and a half. If he knows, he won't be able to sleep or eat. He will think about it all day long. His whole spirit will collapse. At that time, he may not even live for a month." The doctors in the province had indeed said this. Wang Yao had also told him.
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