As soon as the man came to the clinic, he explained the essence of Taoism to Wang Yao. He elaborated on the theory of immortality and then talked about the Taoism of alchemy. He quoted a lot from different sources and talked about it clearly and logically. In the end, he even talked about the elixir and said that he had the formula of the elixir. However, he still lacked a few of the guiding herbs.
"Doctor, please take a look at my son. Is he delusional? He thinks about becoming an immortal all day long," the middle-aged man who brought the very thin young man over said.
"How long has he been like this?"
"Sigh, it's been more than a year. Last spring, he went to the south with his classmates. When he came back, he became paranoid and fantasized about becoming an immortal all day long. At first, I just thought he was casually talking about it, but gradually, I found out that something was wrong. He read Taoist books all day long, bought some random things, tried to make his own medicine and pills, and was almost poisoned to death twice. Fortunately, I found out in time and took him to see a psychiatrist. They said that he was delusional and suggested that he be locked up in a mental hospital for compulsory treatment. I couldn't bear to see him, so I didn't send him there and kept him at home. I also went to see a lot of doctors, but his condition didn't improve at all. Instead, it got worse and worse, so I brought him here to see you."
"I'm not sick!" the young man said.
"Why do you practice Taoism?"
Wang Yao asked. "To live forever," the young man said firmly.
"Who is your teacher?"
"Changchun."
"Qiu Chuji?" Wang Yao immediately thought of Changchun from Quanzhen Sect, Qiu Chuji.
"No!" The man waved his hand.
"Who is it then?"
Wang Yao asked. "Haha, it's not important for outsiders to know," the young man said with a smile.
Although he was skinny, his eyes were full of vigor.
"Let me check your pulse." Wang Yao reached out and grabbed his wrist.
"I'm not sick!" The young man struggled, but he was firmly held in Wang Yao's hand like a little chick.
"Well, there is no big problem physically, but a certain amount of poison has accumulated in his internal organs. This is related to the so-called alchemy pills he took. As for his spirit?" Wang Yao looked at the young man with a smile.
"This is a big problem!"
His illness was similar to that of Chen Ying's younger brother. One's mind was filled with the martial arts world, while the other's mind was filled with the cultivation method of immortality. This was a very deep obsession. His situation was different from Chen Zhou's. Chen Zhou's brain had problems with the meridians, but this young man's brain had no problems with the meridians. In other words, his illness was not "real", but "imaginary". Other than that, according to his parents' description, he could sit for hours at a time. He could meditate and recite scriptures. He was able to sit still and was not particularly irritable.
"Interesting!" Wang Yao said with a smile. This was the first time he had encountered such an illness.
"Dr. Wang, what do you think of him?"
"His obsession runs too deep," Wang Yao said.
"Obsession?"
"What obsession? You don't understand at all," the young man said.
Now, the idea had been implanted in his mind. Cultivating to become an immortal was like planting a seed in the soil. It had already taken root and sprouted, growing into a tree trunk. This tree trunk was not like the one in the real world. If one did not want it, one could just cut it down. It was very difficult to cut down the "tree of obsession" in the mind because this was the world of spiritual thinking. It could only be understood but not explained.
"Then, Dr. Wang, what do you think?"
"Are you not from here?"
"Yes, we are from the neighboring province. We heard from a friend that your medical skills are excellent, so we came to have a look."
"His illness is very special. I need to think about how to treat it." Wang Yao said. This was the first time he had encountered such a patient who did not have any organic disease. It was purely a "paranoia."
"Since you are a cultivator, how should I address you?" Wang Yao asked the young man with a smile.
"Qing Fengzi."
"The breeze blows gently, and the waves are not rippled?"
"Yes," the young man said.
"What is longevity?"
"Longevity, as long as heaven and earth, eternal and immortal," the young man said.
"What's the use of longevity?"
"Carefree," the young man said.
"Other than cultivating, what else can you do?"
"Alchemy."
"How is your alchemy?"
"Not bad?"
"How do you live without your parents?"
"Living in the wind and dew."
Hahaha. Wang Yao laughed loudly.
"Why not?"
"Living in the wind and dew?" Wang Yao had a puzzled look.
"A cultivator does not rely on worldly possessions."
"Well, you can go." Wang Yao waved his hand.
"Doctor, what about his illness?"
"Let me think about it again. Leave me your contact information. When I think about it, I will contact you, "Wang Yao said. He really did not have a good way to treat this somewhat strange patient.
"Okay." After the middle-aged man heard it, he could not help but show a disappointed look on his face. He came with hope and rushed thousands of miles. He did not expect such a result.
"Is my son really incurable?"
His family left the clinic. Pan Jun happened to come in from outside.
"Master, is that young man a Taoist priest?"
"Yes, he thinks he is a Taoist priest," Wang Yao said.
"Thinks?"
"His illness is very strange. He has a deep obsession. He wants to cultivate to become an immortal."
"What? Is he crazy?" Pan Jun was stunned.
"He should belong to that category," Wang Yao said. "His illness and strangeness do not have any organic changes. It is purely spiritual."
"The world is really big. There are too many strange things. When the forest is big, there will always be a few crooked trees."
"Haha, his illness is very strange," Wang Yao said. "I really can't think of a suitable way to treat him."
"Master, I have read most of the books you gave me last time."
"Is that so? Let me test you."
"Sure."
Wang Yao then asked some random questions. Most of them were medical and pharmacological. Pan Jun answered very smoothly. He also had some of his own opinions. After all, he had been a doctor for so many years. He had seen many patients in the emergency department. He was very experienced in this aspect.
"Well, very good. I will give you a few more books. By the way, you can read this book." Wang Yao gave him the Medical Book of Sang Yao written by Sang Guzi.
"This book was written by an old friend. He is a master of Xing Lin and a famous Chinese medicine practitioner. It is the combination of his decades of medical theory and experience. The things in it are very good. It is worth reading carefully."
"Okay." He took the book and opened it. There was a message from Sang Guzi on the title page.
"Sang Guzi?"
"Why? Have you heard of him?"
"I heard you mention him," Pan Jun said.
"Special thanks? Master, do you have any credit for this? "
"All I did was carry a few things. It's not much of a contribution. Take a good look at this book."
"Okay."
At noon, Wang Yao invited Pan Jun to have a meal at home.
"You haven't been here for a while?" Wang Fenghua asked.
"Yes, Uncle, I have been quite busy recently," Pan Jun said. He had been quite busy recently. The hospital was busy with the annual evaluation of professional titles. He had a high chance of getting it this year.
"Intermediate title?"
"No, I want to be promoted to assistant lecturer," Pan Jun said.
"If you need my help, just let me know."
"Okay, I have prepared everything here. It is not a big problem," Pan Jun said. "I am actually very involved this time."
"If you can get it, try your best to fight for it. Do you want to get it in the city or the province?"
"I guess I have to send the file to the province. If it is intermediate, the relevant departments in the city can evaluate it. Master, don't you want to apply?"
"I won't." Wang Yao smiled. He was an individual. He was not in the establishment. The title was not very useful to him.
After lunch, Pan Jun accompanied Wang Yao's father to smoke two cigarettes. Then, the master and disciple returned to the clinic.
"Master, our director is still thinking about you," Pan Jun said.
"He is thinking about my medicine, isn't he?"
"Yes, you don't know, but you are now a famous doctor in Lianshan County!" Pan Jun said. "Several people in our hospital have proposed to invite you to come over to see patients!"
"Go to your hospital? Forget it." Pan Jun had suggested this before.
"I can't stand that kind of restriction."
"Well, it is definitely not as comfortable as in this clinic."
Wang Yao made a pot of tea.
"Have some tea."
"Thank you, Master."
"Have you been heaty recently?"
"A little."
"Work is important, but your health is more important. Drink more tea," Wang Yao said.
From the morning until now, he had felt that Pan Jun had something on his mind. It should be about work. He asked a few questions, but Pan Jun did not say anything clearly. He did not ask again.
"Yes, you are right."
While the two of them were talking, Zhong Liuchuan entered the courtyard.
"Just in time, the tea has just been made."
"Then, I am in luck," Zhong Liuchuan said with a smile. He poured himself a cup of tea and filled it for Wang Yao and Pan Jun.
"Sir, Jia Zizai just called me. He wants to come and visit you," Jia Zizai said.
"What's the matter? Is it because of the matter in Dao?"
"Yes."
"There is no need for that."
"He is already on his way."
"He is a guest when he comes," Wang Yao said.
"Should I tell him about it?"
"OK."
An hour later, Jia Zizai drove to the clinic with Hu Mei.
"Sir, sorry to disturb you."
"Come, have some tea." Wang Yao was waiting for them in the small courtyard. There was a pot of tea and a pile of dried fruits.
"Try it. This is a chestnut that has just been picked."
"Thank you."
"Well, it tastes very good." Jia Zizai ate one.
"This time, I am here to thank you."
"Is the matter resolved?"
"It should be." Jia Zizai said. Zhang Wei had disappeared for many days, and the matter had never been exposed. Perhaps he had found his conscience before he died. He had cleaned up and destroyed all the black information about them. There was no so-called evidence left.
"What are your plans for the future?"
"I am going to live an ordinary life," Jia Zizai said. "I have discussed with Hu Mei. We are going to choose a good day to get married this year. Then, we will find a quiet place to have a few more children and live an ordinary life."
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