He drank all the tea in the cup. The fragrance lingered in his mouth.
"Good tea!" He sighed.
The two of them left the clinic and went up to Xishan Hill.
"After what happened last time, the villagers must be worried, right?" Professor Wu asked on the way up the hill.
"Yes, many people can't wait to move out," Wang Yao said.
"This mountain village is very good," Professor Wu said.
It was very peaceful. After coming in and staying for a while, his heart calmed down a lot.
"What about you?"
Professor Wu asked. "Of course, I'll stay here," Wang Yao said.
The two of them arrived at the first pit on Xishan Hill. It was the place where they came last time. There were several exploration pits inside, all of which were dug by Wang Yao.
"Let's go down and have a look," Professor Wu said.
"OK," Professor Wu said.
The two of them went down the pit and saw a rat hole in the pit. There was a dead rat inside.
"What's this?"
Professor Wu asked. "Oh, I put some rat poison in it. It seems to be working," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"I hope it's just a coincidence," Professor Wu said.
He clearly knew the horror of this kind of creature. Their reproductive ability was very strong, and their survival ability was also very strong. They were also very active. They ran around in this mountain village. If a mouse carrying a terrible virus ran around, it would be an extremely terrible thing.
Then they went to several other places, and finally came to the broken and scorched rock.
The rock and soil were all black because of the fire, but they could still vaguely see something.
"I know about microorganisms, but I'm really not good at insects!" He squatted down and looked carefully. He took several photos.
"That guy should be interested."
After walking around carefully and taking a lot of photos, the two of them went down the mountain.
"Are you busy, Professor Wu?"
"I've been quite busy recently," Professor Wu said.
"Why don't you stay for lunch?" Wang Yao said.
"OK," Professor Wu said.
They went to eat in the restaurant next to the village. In the past, it was not said to be full of customers, but there were definitely a lot of people eating there. Today, however, it was empty. There was no one.
"Hey, Dr. Wang, come in, come in!" Seeing that there was a customer, a regular, the boss almost trotted out of the room. That kind of excitement!
"What's wrong? There are usually a lot of people here!"
"Hey, it's all because of that disease," the boss said. "It's said that there's an infectious disease in your village, and more than a dozen people have died. My restaurant is so close, so who dares to eat here?"
"I've only had two tables of customers in the past four days. If this continues, I'm going to close down!"
"Same as usual. A few dishes and a pot of wine."
"Okay, wait a moment."
They were the only customers in this restaurant, so the dishes were served very quickly.
The dishes were all mountain delicacies and river delicacies.
"Professor Wu, don't be fooled by the small size of this restaurant. The food is delicious. Try it."
"Alright."
Originally, Wang Yao wanted to call his driver and assistant as well, but his assistant refused. The man thought that his teacher must have something to talk about with this guy who looked younger than him.
"Well, it's really good," Professor Wu said after he tasted the food. "Not bad," Professor Wu said.
"Drink some?"
"Drink some."
The old man and the young man chatted happily while eating and drinking.
"Have you ever thought about going to other places to develop your career?" Professor Wu asked after a few rounds of wine.
"I like this kind of life. A place like Beijing is not suitable for me," Wang Yao said with a smile.
Beijing was prosperous, but it was too complicated, and the air was not good.
In fact, many people who worked and lived in Beijing often said that they often felt out of breath in Beijing. It was not only because of the air pollution, but also because of the pressure of life. Think about it. A house cost millions. Even if you paid half of it for a down payment, you still had to pay a mortgage of millions. What was the average income of the people in Beijing?
In first-tier cities like Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou, the pressure on ordinary working class people to live there was indeed great.
"I don't dare to say that you have too much knowledge, but you should be more than qualified to be a university lecturer," Professor Wu said with a smile.
"Me? Haha. Forget it." Wang Yao waved his hand with a smile.
If Wang Yao was willing to teach, there would be people who would take the initiative to come and learn. Some people who knew him would want to learn medicine and kung fu from him.
After drinking two glasses of wine, Professor Wu's face was slightly red. Normally, he rarely drank with others.
After drinking, he took the box that Wang Yao had carefully sealed and went on his way back to Jing City.
"Have a safe trip."
"Thank you. Remember to tell me when you come to Beijing," Professor Wu said with a smile.
"Sure," Wang Yao said.
"Professor Wu, if you feel uncomfortable, remember to tell me," Wang Yao said to the young man who came with him before he left.
They went to Xishan Mountain this time, but they did not wear any protective gear. Under such circumstances, he was fine. However, it was hard to say if Professor Wu was fine. He might be infected.
"OK, sure," the young man said.
He had been with Professor Wu for a while. He knew Professor Wu's character. Professor Wu rarely drank, and even if he did, he drank very little. Today, he should have drunk a little too much. Normally, only people who were close to him and could talk to him would drink like this.
After seeing them off, Wang Yao went back to the clinic alone.
In the afternoon, a patient came in. It was a man in his 40s. He was thin and looked haggard. He spoke weakly.
"Hey, Dr. Wang, the curfew here is finally lifted," the man said. He had come to the clinic twice, but each time he came, he was met with curfew.
"Sorry, what's wrong with you?"
Wang Yao asked. "I don't want to eat. I feel sick after eating a little," the man said.
"You don't want to eat? You don't want to eat anything or just a few kinds of food?" Wang Yao asked.
"I don't want to eat anything," the man said.
"Come, let me take a look at you," Wang Yao said.
Looking at his complexion, Wang Yao found that his Qi and blood were not strong. He was not in good spirits.
Judging from his complexion, there was not much odor in his body. It was just that his breath was slightly hot.
Huh?
After checking the man's pulse, Wang Yao was slightly surprised.
"Your body is still quite healthy," Wang Yao said with a smile. Judging from the man's pulse, other than his weak constitution and insufficient Qi and blood, there were no other major problems.
"Really? But why do I not want to eat?" the man asked.
"This should be anorexia," Wang Yao said.
"When did you start to have this feeling?"
The man asked. "Well, about a month ago," the man said.
"Is there a trigger? Is it the cause of this illness?" Wang Yao asked.
"Oh, it's like this," the man said. "About a month ago, my wife had just steamed a steamed bun. When I was eating, I ate a strand of hair from the steamed bun. At that time, I felt very disgusted and almost vomited."
"A few days later, my wife made a meatball. When I ate it, I ate a strand of hair. Then, I directly vomited. After that, I didn't eat much for three days. I felt disgusted no matter what I ate," the man said.
"After more than 10 days, I felt a little better," the man said. "Then, I went out to drink. I ate a pig's intestine. I always felt that there was a smell of pig manure, so I vomited."
As the man spoke, his face suddenly changed. It seemed that he was about to vomit.
It was the first time Wang Yao had encountered such a condition. It was actually a kind of disease that leaned towards the mind.
"What about when you are hungry?"
Wang Yao asked. "I am hungry, but I just don't want to eat," the man said. "In this situation, I just have to eat something every day."
"It has to be my favorite food on a daily basis," the man said.
This is really a bit troublesome, Wang Yao thought.
For a while, Wang Yao really couldn't think of a very suitable solution.
"How about this? You leave your contact number first," Wang Yao said. "I will call you when I think of a suitable treatment. Of course, I suggest you go to a bigger hospital. Maybe they have a lot of methods."
"Oh, okay." The man left after leaving his phone number.
Anorexia?
Such a disease occasionally appeared in some movies and novels. It had also appeared on the news. People with this disease didn't want to eat or drink. Their bodies were extremely thin. In extreme cases, they even needed to use injections to maintain the normal functioning of the body.
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