It was like a slow-motion movie. He was looking for possible flaws and loopholes in these memories, one by one.
Hey, I always feel that something is wrong. What is wrong?
Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly heard a clang.
What's that sound?
He jumped up from the bed and reached for his waist.
The sound was gone.
What's going on?
He looked outside carefully and looked around carefully. It was quiet outside. He didn't find anything suspicious. He didn't turn on the light. Instead, he looked around the room carefully and found a piece of bamboo on the ground.
Bamboo?
He picked up the bamboo and looked at it carefully. He took out a knife from his pocket and cut the bamboo. He found a note inside. He read the content of the note under the light of his phone and smiled.
"Interesting!"
In the village, nothing happened that night.
The next morning, the sun was shining.
"Well, it's another good day," the young man said.
"Boss, what are we going to do today?"
"Walk around again and then leave this place."
"Ah, you are leaving so soon?"
"Why? Are you hungry and don't want to leave?"
"Uh, that's not it."
The Miao Qingfeng came uninvited.
"Where do you want to go today?"
"Anywhere is fine. We are going to leave in the afternoon. Let's look around again so that we can report back," Yang Guanfeng said with a smile.
"That doesn't sound like something an administrative expert would say!" The Miao Qingfeng laughed.
"You know me?"
"I just checked it last night. To be honest, I didn't expect you to be so good and solve so many major cases," the Miao Qingfeng said. It was not all a compliment. It was also from the bottom of his heart.
"Really?"
"Of course," the Miao Qingfeng said.
"Shall we continue?"
"Okay."
The Miao Qingfeng led the two people to continue to wander around the village.
In the mountain village thousands of miles away …
In the morning, Wang Zecheng and his father went to the clinic. He took a day off to see his father.
"Uncle, you look better than the last time you came," Wang Yao said with a smile.
Actually, it wasn't just his complexion that was good. His gaze, aura, and spirit were also good.
Judging from these aspects alone, his condition had improved.
"How do you feel?"
"I feel much better after eating your bowl of medicine," Wang Yilong said.
"My whole body is full of strength, and those parts of my body don't hurt as much."
"Does it still hurt?"
"A little, but if you don't pay attention, you won't be able to feel it," the old man said with a smile.
"That's good."
Wang Yao checked him again. It was indeed effective, but there was no fundamental improvement. After all, it was that kind of disease. It was impossible to expect this bowl of medicine to be able to immediately reverse it. Although this medicine was concocted with "spirit grass", it was not an elixir. Even an ordinary cold would require a few days of treatment, let alone such a malignant tumor, which was a terminal illness.
"Come, drink another bowl." Wang Yao poured another bowl of medicine for the old man. It was the same amount as last time.
Wang Yilong took the medicine and drank it all.
"Well, Nephew, can you tell me what disease I have?" the old man asked. He had been sick for a while. During this time, he had only taken medicine. Although there was no big problem and he could work normally, it was not a way to keep spending money.
"You are old," Wang Yao said. "You have nutritional imbalance and poor Qi and blood. You need to recuperate. It can't be cured in a short time."
He was not completely dealing with the old man. According to the pharmacist's theory, the diseases of the human body could be attributed to poor Qi and blood and imbalance of Yin and Yang. However, the specific reasons and symptoms were strange.
"Oh, that's OK, let's continue the treatment," the old man said.
"Ah, I guess it will slowly get better."
"That's good, that's good."
After expressing his gratitude, Wang Zecheng returned home with his father. He then turned and went to the clinic.
"Is there anything else?"
"Is my father's situation better?"
"It is indeed getting better, but he needs to continue receiving treatment," Wang Yao said.
"Can it be cured?"
"What do you think?" Wang Yao asked.
"You should know what the situation of this disease is," Wang Yao said. "I will do my best, but to what extent the treatment can be done depends on your cooperation."
"I will cooperate fully."
"You don't have to do anything deliberately," Wang Yao said. "The old man's current state is actually quite good. Take the medicine, maintain a good mood, and appropriate nutritional supplements. Pay attention to the things I told you to pay attention to in life."
"Ah, OK, I will remember," Wang Zecheng said. In fact, he had written down the things Wang Yao told him that the old man needed to pay attention to in a special notebook. He was very careful on weekdays. He and his wife knew these precautions.
"OK, go back," Wang Yao said. "Don't worry too much. Do your best and leave the rest to fate."
"OK." Wang Zecheng went back.
Wang Yao carefully recorded the old man's changes. This was the first cancer patient he had started to observe and treat. It was very meaningful.
"I hope it will be successful."
Bang! Bang! Bang! There was a very urgent knock on the door.
"Come in." Wang Yao's voice came into the ears of the people outside very clearly.
"Let's go."
Four people came in. Two men and two women. The patient was an old man in his 60s. He was on the back of what seemed to be his son.
"Hello, are you Dr. Wang?" the old man asked.
"That's me," Wang Yao said.
"Please take a look at my mother," the old man said.
The old man's complexion was very poor. His breathing was a little weak.
"What happened?"
Wang Yao asked. "My mother fell down in the courtyard, and then she couldn't walk," the old man said.
These people were very anxious.
"When?" the old man asked.
"Three nights ago," the old man said.
"Have you been to the county hospital?"
The old man asked. "Yes, but it didn't work," the old man said.
"Put him down. Let me have a look."
They put the old man on a chair.
Wang Yao carefully checked him.
The meridians were not smooth. The problem was the head.
"This is simple."
Wang Yao asked the old man to lie down. He took out a few silver needles from the needle bag and inserted them into the old man's head. He rubbed them a few times. Then, he pulled out a few silver needles and massaged the old man's head a few times.
"It's done."
"It's done. What do you mean?" the old man's children, who followed him in, asked in confusion.
"The old man can go."
"What?"
"I can feel my legs." The old woman sat up and said. When she came here, she felt that her legs were completely numb. Even when her brain commanded them, they did not respond at all.
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