"Keep up the treatment. He will get better," said Wang Yao.
"Okay," said Wang Yao.
The originally gloomy sky was now filled with sunlight, just like the sky at this moment.
Everything looked so bright as long as there was hope in life.
Many patients came to Wang Yao's clinic that day. It didn't end until 3 p.m.
It was another busy day.
Li Shiyu delivered another truck of trees to Wang Yao's clinic at 4 p.m. He unloaded the trees at the foot of Nanshan Hill. Wang Yao didn't move all the trees to Nanshan Hill until it was dark.
In a week's time, the tree wall between Nanshan Mountain and Dongshan Mountain was completed.
Meanwhile, in a village in the suburbs of Lianshan County, a middle-aged man was walking on the street.
A middle-aged man was happily strolling on the street. He walked with a slight limp, but if one didn't look carefully, one wouldn't be able to tell.
"Hello, Feng, have you recovered?" asked someone in the village.
"Yes, I'll be fine soon," said the middle-aged man with a smile.
"Where are you going, Feng?" asked a villager.
"I'm going to buy some pancakes. We have guests," said Feng.
"It's only been a few days. How come Feng has recovered?" asked a villager.
"Yes, he can walk well," said a villager.
"Where did he go for treatment?"
Asked a villager. "I heard he received acupuncture treatment in a village in Songbai," said a villager.
"Does Mao Shun have the same problem?" asked another villager.
"Yes, Mao Shun also got acupuncture treatment. I heard he also received electrotherapy," said another villager.
"Electrotherapy? What's that?"
Asked another villager. "I'm not sure, but it seems his condition is worsening. Why don't you ask him where he received the treatment? His condition is quite good," said another villager.
Old Feng happily went to buy pancakes. On the way, he met a lot of villagers who nodded and greeted him. Most of them knew that he had been sick before. But now, if they didn't know his condition before, they would think that he was limping because he had a crooked foot.
He was very happy. His family was happy too. They were even happier than him.
His wife cooked 12 dishes for lunch. There weren't many guests, except for his two younger brothers.
"Brother, do you want to have a drink?"
Asked Wang Yao. "Yes, we didn't drive," said Feng.
"Dr. Wang said you can't drink," said Wang Yao.
"Just drink a little. I'm happy today, so I'll add some water."
In the end, he poured half a cup of water, and then dripped some wine to show that it was enough.
In the mountain village.
"Dr. Wang, I've taken the medicine you gave me, but it didn't work." A man came to look for him in the morning.
He had deep eye bags and a haggard face. It was obvious that he didn't sleep well last night.
Wang Yao had an impression of this person. He was a taxi driver who had been here a few days ago. He said that after he picked up a passenger in the middle of the night, he kept having nightmares. In his dreams, he would dream of a person, a faceless person, who appeared repeatedly.
"Will you still dream of him?" Wang Yao asked.
"Yes, I did. This time, he didn't just sit there quietly. Instead, he talked to me. Can you imagine how terrifying it is for a faceless person to talk to you?" The man couldn't help but shudder when he said this. It was as if the faceless man was right beside him.
"Now, I don't even dare to go out at night, let alone go out in the car. I even need to turn on the table lamp when I go to bed at night," the man said.
Huh?
The problem was more serious than Wang Yao had imagined. He had thought that the man's situation would be better after taking some medicine to calm his nerves and help him sleep. However, it didn't get better. On the contrary, it became more serious.
Tsk!
"Did he really encounter something evil?"
This kind of thing could be called superstition, but sometimes it was really hard to explain with science.
"Doctor, you have to help me!" the man pleaded.
"Well, I'm thinking of a way."
The so-called "falling asleep" was a condition he had seen in the Treatise on Miscellaneous Diseases. It was a child. When he passed by the river alone in the evening, he heard the cry of an owl. He was frightened. He had a fever at night and talked in his sleep. It was somewhat similar to the man's illness.
The medicine Wang Yao prescribed was also modified from the house in the medical case, but the effect was not particularly obvious.
"Falling asleep?"
"Doctor."
The man suddenly shuddered.
"Huh?" Wang Yao was suddenly stunned.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just couldn't help but think about it," the man said.
Sometimes it was like this. The more you thought about something you were afraid of, the more you couldn't help but think about it. The more you thought about it, the more you were afraid. The more you were afraid, the more you thought about it. It was a vicious cycle.
At that moment, Wang Yao felt something special.
What was it?
Seeing Wang Yao staring at him for a long time without speaking, the man couldn't help but ask softly, "Dr. Wang?"
"Ah, I was thinking about your illness," Wang Yao said.
"That person, the person in your dream, what kind of clothes did he wear?"
"He wore a white shirt on his upper body and khaki shorts after work. He also wore a pair of leather sandals."
Hiss! The man's face changed again. He suddenly stopped talking. His body couldn't help but shudder.
That's the feeling! Wang Yao thought.
The aura outside the man's body was not right.
Wang Yao decisively released his neixi to communicate with the heaven and earth.
Everyone had their own aura, or aura. Under normal conditions, it was very stable. If a person was sick, his aura would become weak. However, being weak was different from being disordered. The aura outside the man's body was disordered. There was something special mixed in it. It was as if a drop of ink had been dropped into clear water.
How to expel it?
Wang Yao released his neixi and condensed it into a long spear. Then, he thrust it forward.
Then, like snow encountering the sun, the somewhat obscure aura disappeared without a trace.
"What's going on?"
It was the first time Wang Yao encountered such a situation. It was the first time he used his neixi in such a way. He could find it in the past, but he didn't think about it or try it.
Phew!
Almost at the same time, the man breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a lot more comfortable.
"Do you still have the medicine I prescribed for you last time?"
"There's not much left."
"I'll prescribe you some more."
Wang Yao gave him some more medicine.
"Go back and continue to take it for a week. If it doesn't work, come back here to find me."
"Doctor, does your medicine work?" The man asked doubtfully. He really didn't want to suffer. He had been scared awake several times every night.
"It works."
"OK, I'll try it for a week," the man said. There was no other good way. He could only try it as a last resort.
After the man left, Wang Yao quickly recorded his feelings.
"Perhaps, this is the next step of observation."
Observation of a person's Qi!
This was an unexpected gain. It was equivalent to opening a door that he had never thought of. He saw a different world on the other side of the door.
Ring! Buzz!
The phone on the table rang.
"Sir, are you in the clinic?" On the other end of the phone, a happy voice was very gentle. It was Su Xiaoxue in Jing.
"Yes, I just saw a patient."
"Sir, remember to eat on time. Don't starve yourself because of work."
"I know. You also have to take care of yourself over there."
The two of them talked a lot over the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Su Xiaoxue had a very happy smile on her face.
"Xiaoxue, come down for dinner."
"OK."
She went downstairs while humming a little song.
"What's the matter? Why are you so happy?" Song Ruiping asked with a smile.
"I don't want to tell you, Mom. I want to go out."
"What? Why?" Song Ruiping was stunned. She didn't expect her daughter to suddenly make such a request.
"I can't just stay at home like this, can I?"
"Why can't you?"
"Mom, I'm 24," Su Xiaoxue said. "I've thought about it. I'll finish my unfinished studies first and then find a job."
Su Xiaoxue had taken a leave of absence because of her illness.
"OK, you can go to school, but you need to live at home." Her school was Yanjing University, which was one of the best in China. It was in Jing.
"Mom!"
"Well, there is no room for discussion," Song Ruiping said.
She couldn't let anything happen to her daughter.
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