"You only know how to work!" Professor Lin shook his head with a smile.
"This is a rare opportunity," Professor Wu said. "You have made a contribution, and the higher-ups are interested in you. The next step is a step up, with better treatment, a better working environment, and more research funds. Even if you don't care about fame and fortune, you have to think about the young people working with you. I heard that they are quite dissatisfied with you."
Professor Wu was silent for a moment.
"Let me think about it."
"That's right. You have to change your temper."
"Change what? I think it's quite good," Professor Wu said.
In the mountain village, Wang Yao was thinking about the illness of the anorexic man in the clinic.
In his opinion, this treatment method was indeed a little unique.
He could not see it. He could only smell it. He needed the cooperation of the patient and his family.
In addition, he also prepared a medicine that could stimulate the appetite.
Yam, hawthorn …
These so-called appetizing herbs and foods stimulated people's appetite by stimulating the taste buds. Today, he had achieved the goal of stimulating the appetite.
"I can't just rely on taking decoctions," Wang Yao thought as he made a note.
"Otherwise, the taste of the medicine is likely to cause bad consequences. If he is not only anorexic but also doesn't want to drink drinks or soup, it will be troublesome," Wang Yao said.
Last time, when he communicated with the man, he learned that the man could drink some liquid food, such as chicken soup, porridge, and so on.
"Well, that's it."
"First, just drink soup to stimulate the appetite. When you eat those things, don't let him see."
Wang Yao slowly thought about a treatment plan.
Several kinds of herbs were prepared.
It was very simple. They were just auxiliary.
He called the man and asked him and his family to come the next morning to prepare to treat his illness.
That day, near evening, when Wang Yao was about to close the door and go home, Wang Zecheng came to the clinic with a limp. There was also a wound on his face.
"What's wrong?" Wang Yao hurriedly opened the door and let him in.
"When I was riding on the road, the speed was a little bit too fast and I fell," Wang Zecheng said.
"That's not a light fall!" Wang Yao said.
"Ah, it's alright!" Wang Zecheng gritted his teeth. In fact, he was in pain all over at this time. He felt like his bones were falling apart. He had just gotten off work and was in a hurry to come back from the town for dinner. After dinner, he had to go out to work in the evening. In order to hurry up, he rode a little faster on the road. As a result, he fell down at the entrance of the village to avoid a sheep.
"Let me see."
Wang Yao checked him carefully.
"Fortunately, it didn't hit your bones. How about your head? Does it hurt? Did you wear a helmet when you were riding?"
"I'm wearing it. My head doesn't hurt, but my face hurts." Wang Zecheng said. Fortunately, he was wearing a helmet this time. Otherwise, he would have suffered enough, and his head would have bled.
"I'll apply some medicine for you." Wang Yao got up and went to get some medicine.
These medicines were made when he was on the mountain that day to practice the technique of making pills. They were very effective for external injuries such as bruises. He had also tried them on other patients and the results were good.
"Bear with it, it might hurt a little."
"Ah, ah!"
Wang Yao carefully applied medicine to the wounds on his body and hand and bandaged them.
"Come on, do it well. I'll give you a massage!"
"Ah?" Wang Zecheng was stunned.
"I'll help you promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, so some of the muscle contusions can heal faster," Wang Yao said.
His fall wasn't light. Even if his bones weren't injured, some muscle tissue contusions were unavoidable. After he went back, he wouldn't dare to say for a long time. At the very least, a considerable part of his body would hurt badly for half a month.
"Ah, OK."
"Bear with it."
Wang Yao began to give him a massage with a unique technique.
"Ah, it hurts!"
When the massage touched his injured position, he could not help but shout.
"Bear with it for a while," Wang Yao said. His strength was already very light.
Okay!
Wang Yao then massaged the bruises on his back, legs, and arms. It was so painful that he couldn't stop trembling. If Wang Yao hadn't given him a piece of gauze to bite on in time, he probably would have broken his teeth. He was sweating so much that his clothes were soaked. It was purely because of the pain.
It was painful. It was too painful.
"Well, go back and have a good rest. Don't engage in heavy physical labor for seven days. Don't work."
"Ah, seven days?" Wang Zecheng shouted directly after hearing it.
"What's wrong?"
"Well, I can't not work!" He was anxious.
Her family was in dire need of money, especially her father. Just one dose of medicine alone required ten thousand yuan! How could he not be anxious? Right now, he wanted to work as three people and earn as much money as he could.
"To buy medicine for your uncle?" Wang Yao said.
"Yes."
In order to buy medicine for your father, he had begun to borrow money from outside. In today's society, other things were easy, but it was difficult to borrow money. Many people turned hostile when it came to money.
"Take the medicine first. Pay back the money slowly," Wang Yao said.
"Oh, OK!" Wang Zecheng gritted his teeth.
After paying for the medicine, he got up and was about to go out.
"Wait a minute." Wang Yao stopped him.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
"I'll say a few more words. Don't be unhappy." Wang Yao said. He got up and poured him a glass of water.
"Drink some tea."
"Oh, thank you." Wang Zecheng took the tea. He was a little nervous. He didn't know what Wang Yao was going to say to him.
"Well, money is very important, but health is more important." Wang Zecheng was silent for a moment.
"Ah?" Wang Zecheng was stunned.
"I mean, your current physical condition is suitable for work. If you endure the pain to work these days, it may not be a problem for the time being. But if you get sick from overwork, your body is injured. If you have to work, you will have injuries on top of injuries. It will be a serious illness. It can't be solved by resting for seven days and spending some money."
"I know this," Wang Zecheng said. "But …"
"You don't know, or you don't understand it deeply." Before he finished speaking, Wang Yao interrupted him.
"Forget it. Think about it yourself." Wang Yao wanted to say a few more words, but he stopped when the words came to his mouth.
If he were in Wang Zecheng's position, he would probably make the same choice.
"I'll go back first."
"OK."
Wang Zecheng limped away.
Wang Yilong was waiting for his son at the door. When he saw him come back, he asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. You should go back. It's windy." Wang Zecheng hurried forward.
"How are you?" His wife heard the sound and followed him out.
"I'm fine. I didn't hurt my bones or my head. I applied some medicine. It's much better."
"Don't go to work tomorrow. Rest at home," Wang Zecheng's wife said.
"Let's talk about it tomorrow," Wang Zecheng said.
After dinner, Wang Yilong got up and went out.
"Where are you going, Dad?"
"I'm going out for a walk."
"Then take your time and come back early," Wang Zecheng said. "It's windy outside. Wear more clothes and don't go far."
"Oh, I know." Wang Yilong waved his hand and slowly walked out.
After the old man went out, Wang Zecheng's wife asked, "Dad has gone out. Tell me the truth. Is it bad?"
"It's nothing. It's really nothing," Wang Zecheng said. "He just wants me to rest at home for two more days."
"Then rest. Don't go out."
"Ah, let's talk about it tomorrow." He sighed.
His family was short of money!
In the middle of the village, Wang Yao's family was eating. There was a knock on the door.
With a squeak, someone came in.
"His uncle is here." As soon as they saw the person, Zhang Xiuying and her husband put down their bowls and chopsticks.
"He's eating."
"Ah, his uncle is in the house," Wang Fenghua said.
Wang Yao got up and made a pot of tea.
"Uncle, have some tea."
"Ah, thank you."
"What's the matter with his uncle?" Wang Fenghua asked.
"He's looking for Yao for something," Wang Yilong said.
"Go ahead, Uncle," Wang Yao said.
"Ah, did Zecheng see you in the afternoon?"
"Yes."
"Is the injury serious? Tell me the truth," Wang Yilong said.
It turned out to be this matter, Wang Yao said.
"It's not a big problem," Wang Yao said. "It's just trauma and muscle tissue contusion. The bones and internal organs are not hurt. The head is not hurt. He needs to rest for a few days."
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