Let's take it one step at a time!
While Wang Yao was thinking about it, the sky had darkened. Night was about to fall.
Wang Yao went home for dinner. It was close to the end of the year, so the dishes on the table were more sumptuous.
"Mom, do you need my help?" Wang Yao knew there were more things to do at home as it was close to the end of the year. He had to clean the house, steam the buns, cook the meat, and cook the tribute dishes. He would be busy for a while. The year would be over if he was busy.
"You don't have to. Your sister said she will be on holiday in a few days. Let's wait for her to come back and clean the house together," Zhang Xiuying said.
"Okay."
At night, in a quiet neighborhood near the seaside in Haiqu, which was about 100 miles away …
In a villa, a mother and son were sitting in the living room watching TV and chatting.
"Mom, I think you look much better at night than during the day!" the middle-aged man said happily.
When he left home, his mother's face was still a little pale. Even in such a room, there was no color on her face. This was because the Yuan Qi in her body had been consumed too quickly. But now, there was actually some color on her face. Although she was still not the same as a normal person, this was already an extremely rare thing.
"Well, the medicine sent by Yuantu is really effective!" The woman sighed. She was the clearest about the changes in her body. She hadn't even finished drinking the medicine. In just half a day, she could clearly feel that her body had undergone a huge change. This was something that had never happened in all these years. It made her both surprised and happy.
"It's good that it's effective. After you finish the medicine, I'll talk to Yuantu and ask him to find a way to make another one," the middle-aged man said happily.
"Well, ask Yuantu to come home one day. I'll cook a delicious meal for you."
"That's good. I haven't tasted your cooking for a long time."
Seeing that his mother's body was getting better, the middle-aged man was also sincerely happy.
"The doctor who decocted the medicine is really amazing!" the woman exclaimed.
"Well, he has some skills," the middle-aged man said.
In a cold room on Nanshan Hill, Wang Yao was reading a book quietly. After a while, he put the book back into the box.
Leaning on the bed, he recalled the mission he received during the day.
He needed to think of a way to complete this mission. If he let nature take its course, he would most likely not be able to complete it. Furthermore, the punishment for failure was quite severe.
After thinking for a while, he couldn't think of any good ideas, so he just went to sleep.
The next morning, when he was still busy in the fields, he received a call from his mother. She said that his father had been coughing all night and had a sore throat in the morning. She asked him to make some herbal water for him to drink.
When Wang Yao heard this, he immediately stopped what he was doing and went down the mountain to return home.
When he realized that his parents were still busy at home, he took a look at his father. There was some inflammation and excessive internal heat.
This was simple.
Wang Yao went up the mountain and found a few herbs from the herbal field. He made a medicine to clear the throat and reduce internal heat. Then he went back down the mountain and gave it to the old man to take.
"Dad, you've been smoking for the past two days. You should smoke less."
"Okay," Wang Fenghua replied.
Wang Yao helped his parents with some work at home. Then he went up the mountain again.
"This kid has some knack," Wang Fenghua said to his wife when he was busy.
"Knack? What knack?" Zhang Xiuying stopped what she was doing and turned to ask.
"He gave me the medicine. After I drank it, I felt my throat was much better," Wang Fenghua said.
"Of course. You should know who gave birth to him," Zhang Xiuying said proudly.
Just when Wang Yao went back to the mountain and was busy, he was surprised to see visitors on the mountain.
There were two people. He knew one of them. It was He Qisheng who had gone up the mountain more than once. Next to him was a young man who looked younger than him. He was quite handsome.
"Hello, my name is Guo Zhenghe." When the young man spoke, Wang Yao knew who he was.
He was Guo Sirou's younger brother, the young man who was poisoned that day.
Thanks to Wang Yao's medicine, he got out of the dangerous situation.
"I'm here specifically to thank you." Guo Zhenghe's expression was very sincere, but it was a little late for him to express his gratitude.
"Zhenghe went to school after he recovered. He didn't have time to come here. This time, after the holidays, he came here specifically to thank you," He Qisheng explained.
"You don't have to. This medicine has a price," Wang Yao said calmly. In other words, it was an equal exchange. He could either thank him or not.
"When I was in the hospital, I also spent money. There was a price, but they didn't cure me. My life was saved by you. Naturally, I have to thank you," the young man said.
"Haha, come in and have a seat." Wang Yao smiled and invited them into the house.
San Xian, who was at the side, quietly watched the two people enter the house.
"Please have some tea." Wang Yao made a pot of tea for them.
"Hey, good tea. Is it Qimen black tea?" The young man took a sip and praised.
"Yes."
"Brother Yao, is it okay for me to call you that?" Guo Zhenghe asked with a smile.
"As you wish."
"You really know how to enjoy life!"
"A friend gave it to me. I'm presenting it to Buddha with borrowed flowers."
He Qisheng sat aside. After taking a sip of tea, he looked out of the window in a daze.
The cottage was empty and cold. Even though it was noon and the sun outside was not bad, the light shining into the room through the window brought a lot of heat. Guo Zhenghe didn't stay for long and felt that the room was extremely cold. It was really unbearable.
"It's so cold in this room. Don't you have any heating equipment?" Guo Zhenghe asked doubtfully.
"I'm used to it," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"I admire you," Guo Zhenghe said.
Just based on the fact that he could stand the loneliness and the bitter cold in this mountain, he was not an ordinary person.
"You flatter me."
Guo Zhenghe and He Qisheng stayed in the cottage on the mountain for a little more than 10 minutes. Guo Zhenghe was curious to see all kinds of herbs. Wang Yao just pointed at the nearest common herbs outside the cottage. He didn't take them inside.
The licorice roots he planted were inside. Under the cover of these common herbs, an ordinary person could be fooled. However, He Qisheng was obviously not an ordinary person. He had considerable attainments in medicine. Wang Yao could see this through several contacts.
Such a person needed space. After all, this was not an ordinary herbal field, and those were not ordinary licorice roots.
Wang Yao didn't go inside, so the two of them naturally didn't ask more. In fact, they had a lot of questions to ask, especially He Qisheng. In the end, they only said two words.
"I admire you!"
These two words were spoken by He Qisheng.
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