Wang Yao didn't stay at the Su family's house for too long because Su Xiaoxue had fully recovered. She seemed to want to leave the house and see the outside world. She seemed to be particularly interested in the mountain village where he lived and the clinic he opened. The problem was that Wang Yao hadn't thought about it for the time being.
"Mr. Wang promised me," Su Xiaoxue said.
He did promise, but he didn't mention the specific time.
After leaving the Su family's house, Wang Yao asked Chen Ying, who was next to him, "Has Miss Su been going out a lot recently?"
"Yes, she has been going out a lot," Chen Ying said with a smile. Chen Ying said with a smile. "It seems to be a kind of compensation for being bedridden for the past few years. She has visited almost all the interesting places around the capital and Tianjin," Chen Ying said. During this period of time, she had accompanied the princess of the Su family to many places.
"I understand," Wang Yao said.
If it were him who had been lying in bed for several years and had recovered, he would have traveled around the world instead of staying at home and sighing about the changes in life and the love of God.
"She wants to go to Mr. Wang's place."
"Let's leave it to fate," Wang Yao said.
Since he had come, seen her, cured her illness, left a trace of neixi in her body, and taught her a passage of scripture, it was fate.
If she wanted to go, she could go.
That afternoon, Chen Zhou was picked up by Chen Ying from the treatment center. At this time, he was still conscious. Chen Ying believed that Wang Yao's decoction could keep her awake for a month. Chen Ying had no doubt about that.
"Thank you, Mr. Wang," Chen Zhou said. Chen Zhou said very respectfully. The reason why he could recover to his current state was all because of this young man in front of him.
"Thank your sister well," Wang Yao said.
"I won't stay here tonight. I'll go out for a walk."
"How can that be?" Chen Ying asked.
"Yes, I can go out and stay."
"It's okay. The night is good. I can walk around." Wang Yao smiled and waved his hand.
Jing was very big. There were many places to stay.
Wang Yao didn't even eat dinner in the courtyard. He went out alone and wandered around.
The night in the capital was more colorful than the day.
Wang Yao wandered around aimlessly. As he strolled around, he felt that it was getting late, so he found a hotel to stay in. Just like that, the night passed.
The next morning.
"What? Not here?" Early in the morning, Chen Zhouchuan heard that Wang Yao was in Beijing and went to Su Xiaoxue's house.
"Yes, Elder Chen," Chen Ying said.
"Where did he go?"
"I'm not sure about that. When Sir left last night, he said that he wanted to walk around and see the night view of Beijing," Chen Ying said honestly.
"What's there to see at night in Beijing?" the old man asked.
"Eh?" He saw the bright-eyed youth in the courtyard.
"Your younger brother?"
"Yes."
"Has he recovered?" The old man asked. He knew about the youth's illness, but he didn't treat him personally because Chen Ying didn't come to him. He was a bit reserved. He felt that he shouldn't lower himself to take the initiative to treat a junior.
"Sir has treated him. He should be fine within a month," Chen Ying said.
"That's good. That's good."
"What do you want to see Sir?"
"Nothing, nothing." The old man waved his hand. "I heard that he was here and wanted to have a chat with him. You two can have a good time together. I won't disturb you."
"Take care."
"Go back." Chen Zhouchuan smiled and waved his hand. He then left.
"Sis, who is this old man?" Chen Zhou asked after Chen Zhouchuan had walked away.
"He's a Chinese medicine practitioner," Chen Ying said.
"Chinese medicine practitioner? Is he very good?"
"Of course. He's an expert in the red wall," Chen Ying said. "I also wanted to ask him to treat you, but I didn't ask."
"Sorry to trouble you," Chen Zhou said.
Although he had been in the hospital for the past few years, he had been constantly receiving knowledge and learning while he was awake. He had a rough idea about the identity of the old man his sister was talking about. Over the years, his sister had worried a lot about him.
"Sis, thank you," Chen Zhou said sincerely.
"Silly boy, you don't have to say this to me. As long as you are well, I will do anything." Chen Ying smiled. There were tears in her eyes. …
In the Wu family's house.
"Continue to give him the decoction," Wang Yao said.
"OK."
After taking the decoction, Wang Yao gave the old man acupuncture again. It was still the same meridians and acupoints as last time. It was the same function.
Add oil, add firewood, and sew the holes.
This was what Wang Yao was doing now.
However, he was not an immortal, and for the time being, he could not brew a medicine that could really cure this terminal illness. Moreover, the old man was already old, and this was the biggest problem. Humans were like firewood, burning, and there would be a day when they would burn out. This was the law of nature. If he was a little younger, and his body's origin was a little stronger, he could choose to use a stronger medicine, and perhaps the effect would be better. However, he could not do so now. He could only use gentle means to treat, otherwise the condition might take a turn for the worse.
How long the old man could hold on was up to Wang Yao and the old man. It depended on how long he wanted to live. It was also how strong the old man's will to live was.
After the treatment, Wang Yao and Wu Tongxing said a few words and then left.
Cough, cough, cough. The old man lying on the hospital bed suddenly coughed.
The health care doctor waiting at the side immediately went to work. Soon, the old man calmed down.
"Tongxing."
"Dad."
"Where is your brother?"
"He hasn't come back yet."
"When he comes back, ask him to come to see me. I have something to tell you."
"OK, you should take a rest first," Wu Tongxing said.
The old man nodded and lay on the bed, but he didn't close his eyes. He could feel that he didn't have much time left. If it weren't for this young man, he might have already gone to another world. That would be good too. He could see his wife, the old chief, and his old friends, instead of living like this, suffering and suffering. Before that, he still had something to say to his child. He was still a little worried.
After leaving the Wu family, Wang Yao went directly to the Temple of Heaven after lunch. He had been there once yesterday.
This was the place where the Ming and Qing dynasties used to worship.
In the afternoon, there were still many guests.
Wang Yao stood there quietly for a long time.
Yesterday, he had felt that the Qi here was different from other places. It was an indescribable mysterious feeling.
Perhaps he stood in one place for a long time, or his behavior was too different from the tourists around him. Many people noticed him.
"Hey, look, what is that guy doing there?"
"He is feeling it. This is a place to worship God!"
"Oh, I saw such a person last time, but the result was …"
"What happened?"
"He was sent to the hospital."
"Nonsense."
Wang Yao slowly opened his eyes and looked around. With these people around, there were some things that he couldn't do freely.
Unfortunately, there are too many people.
Then, he left.
"He left?"
"Yes!"
After leaving the Temple of Heaven, he went to the Temple of Earth.
It was the same mysterious feeling, but it was slightly different from when he was in the Temple of Heaven. There were fewer people here. Wang Yao also stood in one place for a long time with his eyes closed. Then, he left.
The sky gradually darkened.
In an old restaurant, there were a few dishes. It was a simple meal.
Under the night sky, Jing was more prosperous.
The Temple of Heaven had been closed for a long time. At this moment, it stood there quietly, like an old man who had experienced the baptism of thousands of years. It was a little late.
Suddenly, a man came there.
He stood quietly under the night sky.
This person was none other than Wang Yao.
At this time, except for the people on patrol, no one was there.
Wang Yao stood there quietly, feeling the Qi between heaven and earth.
Whoosh! A gust of wind blew.
Hiss! Whoosh!
Click!
A light shone on the passerby. Then, a night patrol came.
"Hiss! That's strange. I saw a figure here just now." He held a hand lamp in one hand and an electric baton in the other. His body was slightly trembling.
He did see a person standing on the Temple of Heaven. When he got closer, he did not see anyone.
"I saw a ghost!"
Ghost!
At the mention of this word, his whole body trembled. What was this place? It was the royal palace of the Ming and Qing dynasties. It was also a place to worship God. It could also be understood as a place to communicate with ghosts and gods.
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