"How does it hurt?"
Wang Yao asked. "It hurts like needles," the man said.
"How long has it been?"
Wang Yao asked. "Well, about six or seven days," the man said.
"What time have you been sleeping these days?" Wang Yao asked. The man didn't look well. He had heavy bags under his eyes, which was a sign that he didn't sleep well at night.
"Well, I've been busy with work these days. I have to sleep after 11 o 'clock every night," the man said.
"How long has it been?"
Wang Yao asked. "Well, about half a month," the man said after thinking carefully.
"Half a month? That's not a short time," Wang Yao said.
At night, after 11 o 'clock, most parts of the body basically entered the state of rest. At this time, it was necessary to enter the state of sleep to ensure that the body had enough rest. Staying up for a long time was quite harmful to the body.
"Your illness is mostly caused by a lack of rest," Wang Yao said. "Pay attention to rest and live a regular life. You can't stay up late. It's not a big problem."
"Oh, Dr. Wang, I want to rest now, but my head hurts from time to time when I lie down. I can't sleep," the man said.
Some time ago, because of work, he often stayed up late to catch up with the progress. Now that the work was finished, he wanted to rest, but his head hurt again. He couldn't sleep.
"That's easy."
Wang Yao took out the silver needles and pierced them into two parts of the man's head. He rubbed them a few times and then pulled out the silver needles.
"Pay attention to the peace of mind before sleeping to avoid violent mood swings."
"Oh, OK, that's it?"
"Yes, if you can't talk to me again," Wang Yao said.
"OK, how much is it?"
"You don't have to pay," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Thank you," the man said.
"OK, take care," Wang Yao said.
It was already past 12 o 'clock in the morning after treating the patient.
"Well, this doctor is not bad. He doesn't need to pay for treatment."
The two patients said to their family members after they left the clinic and returned home.
"Really? Is there such a good doctor now?"
"Of course, it's true!"
"Is the treatment effective?"
"It's effective. My head doesn't hurt at all now."
At noon, Wang Yao had just finished eating when a guest came to his house.
"Well, is Yao here?" It was a woman from the same village. She was in her thirties and was holding a child in her arms.
"Aunt."
"Hey, Xi Qin is here. Come in and have a seat. What's wrong?"
"This child has a fever, but he's not making a fuss. He's just sleeping. I was worried, so I came to look for Yao," the woman said.
"Sit down. Wait, Wang Yao."
"I heard you."
Most of the people in the village were quite good. When they were sick, they would usually go to the clinic for treatment, unless it was a special case, like now, where they were in a hurry. So he came over and found the door.
"Let me see."
The child was only about two years old. He was sleeping in his mother's arms, and his face was flushed red.
Wang Yao reached out and tried.
It was scalding.
High fever!
"How long has it been?"
"Yes, this is the second day," the woman said.
"Didn't you give him any medicine?"
Wang Yao asked. "Yes, it went down during the day, but it came back in the afternoon. He doesn't like to eat."
"There's heat poison in his body. It needs to be released. Otherwise, the child will get sick from the heat," Wang Yao said.
"How do I release it?"
"Put him down."
The woman put her son on the sofa.
Wang Yao quickly unbuttoned the child's clothes and massaged him in a unique way. The child was exceptionally well-behaved. He did not cry or make a fuss. Usually, when a child had a high fever, they would cry and make a fuss.
Soon, the child's head began to sweat.
A child with a fever wouldn't sweat. This meant that the child's fever had begun to go down.
"He should have a rash," Wang Yao said.
"He has had a rash before. Didn't they say that he would be immune for life after having a rash?"
"There are many kinds of rashes," Wang Yao said.
"Well, most of the heat poison has been removed. The rest will disperse on its own. Make sure to give him more water. Don't cover yourself so much when he has such a high fever," Wang Yao said.
"Oh, OK, thank you. Well …"
"You don't have to." Wang Yao waved his hand.
"OK, OK." The woman happily left with the child.
"Is Xi Qin's child OK?"
"He's fine. He'll be fine after going back to sleep."
After dinner, Wang Yao went back to the clinic and took a nap.
In the afternoon, Li Shiyu's trees were transported again. He was busy transporting the trees on the hill. At the same time, he dug a hole and planted some of them.
At the foot of the hill, outside the clinic, four cars arrived.
"Is this the place?"
"Yes, it's a Hui-style house. This is it."
"Hey, why is the door still locked? He's not here!"
Wang Yao was not in the clinic. When he wasn't seeing patients, he would hang a wooden sign on the door of the clinic to remind people who came to see him.
"Hey, did we come here for nothing?"
"What should we do?"
"Let's go back. We'll come back tomorrow morning."
A few people came. When they saw the door was closed, they left and planned to come back the next day. Some people did not give up and waited outside the clinic. However, they did not see Wang Yao even after the sun had set. None of these people went to look for him at home. Even though some people knew he lived in the village, the wooden sign on the wall stated the rules of coming to see a doctor. Most people who had been there before were familiar with the rules. When they recommended their relatives or friends to see a doctor, they would remind them.
When Wang Yao came down from the hill, it was completely dark. When he arrived outside the clinic, he was surprised to see someone waiting there.
It was a man wearing sunglasses and a mask. His face could not be seen clearly. His hair was gray.
"Hello, are you here to see a doctor?" Wang Yao asked.
"Yes, are you Dr. Wang?"
"Yes, I am. Isn't it written on the sign that we won't see patients this afternoon? Have you been waiting here?"
"Well, I have nothing to do when I go back."
"Come in." Wang Yao opened the door and invited him into the room.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Take a look."
The man took off his mask. Wang Yao found that there was a scar on the left side of his mouth, which went all the way to his ear. The scar had not healed yet, and there were signs of ulceration to his forehead. The wound was a strange purple color.
No wonder he was wearing a mask.
The scar was a bit scary.
"When did you get injured?"
"About a month ago," the man said. As soon as he spoke, dark red blood flowed out of the wound. It was very scary.
"Has it been sutured?"
Wang Yao asked. "Yes, but it didn't heal. It was inflamed, so the sutures were removed," the man said.
"You're not a local, are you?"
"No, I'm from Dao," the man said.
"How did you find out?"
"I heard it from Hao," the man said.
"Hao, the one who followed Sun Zhengrong?" Wang Yao asked.
"Yes, it's him," the man said.
Wang Yao looked at the wound carefully. He then looked at the man in front of him.
His body was tense. He frowned from time to time. It seemed that he was enduring pain. He had a unique smell.
"This is a knife wound," Wang Yao said with certainty.
"Yes."
"Bodyguard?"
Wang Yao asked. "Well, you can also think of it as a thug," the man said while wiping the blood.
"There was poison on the knife. Your hair turned white recently, right?" Wang Yao asked.
"Yes."
"Is there a problem with your eyes?"
"Yes!" After hearing this, the man's face showed a shocked expression. Then, he slowly took off his huge aviator glasses, only to see that his eyeballs were very yellow.
"I can treat your disease, but you have to be good," Wang Yao said.
"I'll treat it," the man said.
"OK, wait a moment." After that, Wang Yao went out.
The man was left alone in the room. He sat there quietly and looked at the room. It was very simple, even a little shabby.
It didn't take long for Wang Yao to come over with a porcelain bottle. He poured out a small cup.
"Drink this medicine," Wang Yao said.
This was Detoxification powder. It was made with a leaf of Detoxification grass.
After drinking it, the man breathed a sigh of relief about 10 minutes later.
"Do you feel better?"
Wang Yao asked. "Much better," the man said.
He had been injured by a sharp blade during a fight. The blade was indeed poisonous, and it was a strange poison, which made it difficult for his wound to heal. Moreover, the poison had entered his body. In just a few days, his hair had turned white, his body was in great pain, and he vomited everything he ate. His vision began to blur, and his once inexhaustible energy and strength began to dry up.
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