"Dr. Wang is really good," Sang Jimin said. "Even the senior officials in Jing came to see him."
"I just met him by chance," Wang Yao said.
At noon, he drove the father and son to Xiamen Village.
"Come in, please." The owner was very happy to see Wang Yao.
It was rare to see customers these days.
"Is there still no customers?"
"No, two or three tables a day are good," the owner said. "I guess it will be like this for a long time."
"Don't worry, it will get better soon," Wang Yao comforted him.
"Thank you," the owner said.
"Same as usual," the owner said.
"Okay, have some tea first. It's spring tea this year. Try it." He was very polite to Wang Yao, an old customer and an old friend, especially since Wang Yao had helped him a lot and solved his urgent needs.
There were very few people eating, so the dishes were served quickly.
"Come, let's talk while eating."
"Okay."
The dishes were delicacies from the mountains and rivers. They were very fresh.
"Mmm, delicious," Sang Jimin praised.
"Eat more if it's delicious. Come often when you have time."
"Come on, I'll drink a cup of tea for you," Wang Yao said.
"Okay, haha," Sang Guzi said. Sang Guzi said with a smile. He was very optimistic about this young man. His medical skills were extraordinary, far better than his own. His temperament was also very good. He did not have the arrogance of a young man, which was very rare.
He was capable and had no temper. Such a person was very rare.
"By the way, there is one more thing I need to apologize to you," Sang Guzi said.
"What is it?" Wang Yao was a little surprised.
"Do you still remember the patient I asked you to see in Dali a while ago?"
"Yes." Wang Yao said. He had a deep impression of the patient. He also had heat poisoning, which was quite similar to Su Xiaoxue in Jing. In order to treat that person, he specially prepared three decoctions and left them there for them to use at their discretion. At that time, he also decided to contact them after a period of time. However, they did not take the initiative to contact Wang Yao.
"How is the patient?"
"How is it? There shouldn't be any problems. Otherwise, you would have come to me a long time ago." Sang Guzi's tone seemed to be a little angry when he spoke of this matter.
"There are other stories behind this."
"Oh?"
"They went to the King Pharmacist of Miaojiang," Sang Guzi said.
"Him?" Wang Yao was stunned.
He had heard of this name before. The word "Wang" was enough to prove this person's astonishing accomplishments in the field of medicine. Moreover, his name had shaken the southern border for several decades.
"I've met this Medicine King before, so I know some of his rules. He's said to have extraordinary medical skills, but he has a strange temper. When he's in a bad mood, he won't even look at him."
"I've heard about that too." Wang Yao said. When he was in Dali, he had heard from the Han family that the King of Medicine had a strange temper.
"He's in a mountain village in Nanjiang. There are many people in that village who want to see him. Because of his temper, some people can't even see him after waiting for a month."
"A month? Won't that delay the treatment of the illness?" Wang Yao was surprised.
"Yes, but the people who go there are willing to wait. They have no choice. Most of the people who go to him for treatment have some difficult and complicated diseases. Ordinary medical treatment can't cure them. They must have gone to a big hospital before going there. There is no good treatment, so they go to him. However, he has a unique rule." Sang Guzi took a sip of tea.
Wang Yao didn't interrupt him. He just listened quietly.
"As long as the person who seeks treatment can provide a special medicine that meets his requirements, he can agree to a request of the patient," Sang Guzi said.
"This request is a bit strange," Wang Yao said.
"It's not strange. It's very strange," Sang Guzi said.
"You have to know that people usually line up with specially made wooden plates to wait for treatment. Moreover, this King of Medicine rarely makes house calls. If he is satisfied with the medicine you bring, not only do you not need to wait in line, but you can also receive treatment immediately. Moreover, he can even make house calls," Sang Guzi said.
Wang Yao had already guessed something.
"However, he has been famous in Miaojiang for decades. The title of the King of Medicine is not undeserved. In the past few decades, he has seen all kinds of medicine. Therefore, there are very few medicines that can meet his eyes. As far as I know, this has only happened once in the past five years. The people of the Han family invited him to visit a patient. When I was in Dali, I saw him go to the house of the Han family with my own eyes."
"The medicine that they used is most likely the medicine that you left behind," Sang Guzi said.
He had seen and experienced the miracle of Wang Yao's medicine with his own eyes. Zhou Wuyi and Zhou Wukang were examples. One of them was a dying man, and the other had been suffering from a disease for many years. In his opinion, they were incurable diseases. However, this young man saved them. What did he rely on? It was his medicine!
"Well, I know," Wang Yao said.
Of course, the medicine that he made was miraculous.
The three sets of medicine left behind for the Han Clan all had 'spirit herbs' in them. These 'spirit herbs' were rare or extinct in the world. Moreover, the equipment used to brew them and the water used to brew them were not ordinary. Naturally, the medicine that was produced was miraculous. Being able to catch the eye of the 'King of Medicine' was also a reasonable matter.
"I didn't think about this matter carefully," Sang Guzi said.
"Hey, what is this? Please don't say that again," Wang Yao hurriedly said.
He was very respectful towards this old man, this old senior.
His medical skills and medical ethics were extraordinary.
"Moreover, you didn't expect them to be like this at the beginning, right?"
"Hey, I was also anxious," Sang Guzi said. "Their father once saved my life. Before he died, he looked for me and asked me to be tolerant of his sons. I didn't expect … Hey, I don't want to talk about it anymore."
As the saying goes, one can know a person's character but not his heart.
"Well, let's not talk about this. Come, let's drink."
"Yes, let's drink!" Sang Jimin said.
"What brings you to Qi Province?"
"Something personal," Sang Guzi said.
"If there is anything I can help with, please let me know."
"Okay," Sang Guzi said.
This time, he came at the invitation of his old friend to meet and stay for a few days. He was an old man in his 70s. He didn't know how many days he had left. He wanted to meet in case there was no chance in the future. …
In Lianshan County …
In Pan Mei's clinic …
"Well done, Xiao Pan, who did you learn this skill from?" an old man asked.
"Master," Pan Jun said with a smile.
Recently, he often came to his sister's clinic to practice his skills. He was familiar with the massage method that Wang Yao taught him.
Needless to say, the effect was very good.
In just a few days, someone came inexplicably.
"I know Master, who is he?" the old man asked.
"The Dr. Wang who used to see patients here."
"He is a young man. He is younger than you, right?" The old man asked. He was a regular customer of the clinic. Whenever he had a headache or fever, he would come to the clinic to have a look. Naturally, he remembered the young man who used to see patients here for a while. He vaguely remembered that the young man was a little delicate and was very good at treating headaches.
"He is younger than me, but his skills are much better," Pan Jun said.
"Ah, there is no seniority in learning. The one who reaches the top is the teacher."
"Yes, that is the truth," Pan Jun said.
"Well, after being massaged by you, I feel much better. Thank you."
"You are welcome."
The old man happily paid the money and left.
"Haven't you been to your master's clinic recently?" Pan Mei asked.
"I went a few days ago. I will go again tomorrow," Pan Jun said.
"Well, by the way, I heard that the Chinese Medicine Hospital also invited a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner from the city to see patients once a week. The fee is not low," Pan Mei said.
Pan Jun smiled and didn't say anything. …
In the mountain village, after dinner, Sang Guzi and his son stayed in the clinic for a while before leaving.
"Dad, how is this doctor's medical skill compared to Wu San's?" Sang Jimin asked in private.
"How dare you!" Sang Guzi said sternly.
"That is your elder. How can you be so rude?"
"Hey, with his bad temper, what kind of elder is he?"
"You can't slander him behind his back just because he has a bad temper. There is no problem with his character." Although he had opinions, Sang Guzi was very fair.
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