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Home > Martial Arts > Elixir Supplier > Chapter 857

Chapter 857

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In the car outside of the clinic …

"Xiao Nan, how do you feel?" The middle-aged man asked softly. He hoped that it would work and that his son could recover.

"Dad, I'm fine," the boy said.

His words made his father smile.

In the past, if someone asked him ten questions, he might not even answer one. Moreover, he was the kind of person who cherished his words as if they were gold. Now, he would answer every question. This was a huge improvement. Of course, this could be purely a coincidence. But, there was no such coincidence in the past.

"My old friend only had one grandson. He has passed away. His son begged me. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to trouble you," Sang Guzi said.

"Oh, you are welcome. If you need anything in the future, just tell me," Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Don't say that. There is another thing I want to ask you."

"Go ahead."

"Do you accept apprentices here?"

"What?" Wang Yao was stunned.

"Apprentice? What kind of apprentice?"

"A medical student," Sang Guzi said.

"To tell you the truth, I have accepted an apprentice. He is a doctor in our county hospital," Wang Yao said.

"Do you want more? I'll be frank with you. I have a grandson who studies traditional Chinese medicine. He's quite smart, but I'm old now. I'm not good at teaching him. His father and uncles are also capable. If you want to accept another disciple, remember to tell me. I'll get that kid to learn from you. "

"Okay, let me think about it."

"Okay."

"You came all the way here. Why don't you stay for a meal?"

"No, I came with the father and son. I will go back with them. I have something to deal with at home."

"I will see you out."

He walked Sang Guzi to the car and gave him a bag of tea leaves from Nanshan Hill.

"I grew the tea leaves myself. Try it."

"Okay, thank you."

In the car, the young man named Xiao Nan kept staring at Wang Yao.

"What's wrong, Xiao Nan?" Xiao Nan's father asked softly.

"Goodbye." The boy raised his hand and waved at Wang Yao.

"Goodbye," Wang Yao replied with a smile.

The middle-aged man was surprised.

"Sang Guzi, this Dr. Wang is really amazing!" The middle-aged man praised in the car.

"His medical skills are indeed extraordinary," Sang Guzi said.

The middle-aged man looked at his son lovingly. It was the first time in a long time that he saw his son take the initiative to greet someone.

The young man sat quietly in the car seat and looked out of the window. No one knew what he was thinking.

He didn't like to talk. Since his mother passed away, he felt that the world had become gray. Since it had become gray, there was no point in communicating with the world. Therefore, he closed himself off and became unwilling to communicate with others. He didn't want to talk, even when facing his father and family.

Gradually, he found that it was good to be alone and not talk. He just looked at the world quietly and looked at the people around him. He knew everything, but he didn't say anything. He thought it was good. However, his family was worried. How could he grow up without talking? At the very least, he had to answer the teacher's questions in class. Surprisingly, Xiao Nan's grades were very good. He was ranked in the top three in the grade department. This made his teachers accept the fact that he didn't want to talk. As long as their students were good in their studies, it didn't matter if they didn't talk. Anyway, reading and reciting were not tested in the college entrance examination. His family didn't think so. They took him to see many doctors, but to no avail. Xiao Nan had a simple conversation with his father about this. He didn't have any problems, but his father didn't think so. He didn't explain anymore, even when facing his father who loved him the most in the world.

He had taken medicine, received psychological cues, and even some special treatment methods. He had seen and accepted them before, but there was no obvious effect. He knew that he had encountered Wang Yao. That medicine made his head feel very cool. However, this was secondary. The key was his finger. It looked very ordinary, but when it touched his forehead, he found that the walls and barriers that he had set up in his mind to isolate himself from the outside world were broken. He had an impulse to speak and communicate with the people around him. This was a feeling that he had not had for a long time.

"Why?!" He asked himself more than once. He wanted to ask Dr. Wang, but he held himself back.

The middle-aged man drove while turning his head to look at his son from time to time.

"Xiao Nan, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing," Xiao Nan replied almost subconsciously.

I said something more, the middle-aged man thought. He had a comfortable smile on his face.

There is progress. There is hope. He was in a good mood. He felt that the autumn scenery outside was much less beautiful.

"This is really a good place!"

In the mountain village, Wang Yao recorded the young man's condition separately.

It should be effective.

When he saw the young man in the car outside the clinic again, he knew that his treatment should have some effect. The eyes were the window to the soul. When he first saw the young man, although his eyes were clear, they were full of vigilance. He was vigilant against him and the world. It was more appropriate to say that he blocked them. He built a city for himself and sealed himself inside. He no longer communicated with the people outside. He only came out occasionally to relax. Just now, he saw that the gate of the city had been opened. The young man took the initiative to talk to him. If he had more time, he would have said a few more words.

The medicine was secondary. The key was the aura, wasn't it?

He injected his aura into the young man's mind in a unique way with his finger. Then, he knocked open the gate.

There is also the matter of Elder Sang. Should I accept another disciple?

In the mountain village, in Jia Zizai's home …

Jia Zizai was sitting on a futon. After a while, he suddenly jumped up.

"This is really strange. Why can't I enter the door?" He frowned.

Zhong Liuchuan had taught Jia Zizai the same breathing method that Wang Yao had taught him. However, Jia Zizai's path of practice was obviously not as smooth as Zhong Liuchuan's. He had not touched the threshold. Breathing practice sounded simple, but in fact, it was the most difficult to get started. What was important was the temperament, not the so-called "intelligence". Some people were born extremely smart, but once they started practicing, it was very difficult for them to get started. On the contrary, it was not as fast as those who were less talented or even slow-witted.

No, no!

He paced back and forth in the room.

Hearing him muttering in the room, Hu Mei came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's been a few days, but I still can't get started," Jia Zizai said.

"Are you too impatient?" Hu Mei asked.

"Well, I'll go and ask my senior." He was very serious about the path of practice. This could be seen from the way he addressed Zhong Liuchuan. There were only the two of them there, but he still called Zhong Liuchuan senior. In fact, even if he was outside, it would not have mattered if he called Zhong Liuchuan's name directly. At least, Zhong Liuchuan would not have cared. However, he did not. Since he had become a disciple, he had to follow the rules even if Zhong Liuchuan did not care.

"OK, I'll go and ask."

Jia Zizai went out and went to Jia Zizai's home.

"Senior."

"What's wrong?" Zhong Liuchuan asked with a smile.

"I haven't been able to get started." Jia Zizai directly told him the purpose of his visit.

"You're upset and impatient, so naturally, you can't get started smoothly." Zhong Liuchuan directly pointed out the reason.

"Didn't Master say that our practice pays attention to the state of mind?" Zhong Liuchuan poured a cup of water for Jia Zizai.

"At first, my practice was very slow," Jia Zizai said. "After listening to Master, I began to recite Taoist scriptures. Gradually, I liked it. My state of mind changed, and I became much calmer. The speed of my practice unconsciously increased."

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