"So confident?"
Zhong Liuchuan looked up at Jia Zizai and asked, "I am confident, and I believe in Sir more. What do you think of Sir?"
"How should I put it? He is a top figure," Jia Zizai said. "He is a person blessed by heaven."
"I think Sir can live for at least 200 years," Zhong Liuchuan said.
"How can you tell?" Jia Zizai was not particularly surprised by the number. She was curious about how Zhong Liuchuan could tell.
"It's just a feeling," Zhong Liuchuan said.
"Feeling? Is it this kind of nonsense again?" Jia Zizai asked with a smile.
"Have you seen Sir's parents?"
"I have seen them a few times. Why?"
"Take a closer look next time," Zhong Liuchuan said. "The two elders are getting younger and younger."
"Really? I haven't paid much attention to that, "Jia Zizai said.
"You haven't really started yet," Zhong Liuchuan calmly said. "When you start, you will know what Sir is teaching us."
As his practice became more and more profound, he realized how magical the breathing and expiration method that Wang Yao had taught him at the beginning was. It was not only for physical exercise and improvement, but also for spiritual improvement. Zhong Liuchuan himself had a feeling that the path he was taking was the cultivation of immortality in novels.
What was the biggest difference between immortals and mortals?
It was not the ability of immortals to summon the wind and rain. It was that immortals could live as long as the sky. The longer they lived, the more opportunities they had to come into contact with extraordinary things, acquire extraordinary skills, and master extraordinary abilities.
"Our power is only limited in our bodies," Zhong Liuchuan said. "We can't exert our power. Sir's power can already communicate with this world!"
"Listening to what you said, why do I feel that you are purely discouraging my enthusiasm?" Jia Zizai asked with a smile.
"I didn't mean that," Zhong Liuchuan said after taking a sip of tea. "I was just sighing. Moreover, Sir said that our cultivation is just following our hearts. Here, we can quietly read books, chant scriptures, drink tea, play chess, and watch the sun rise and set. How leisurely and carefree is that? What's wrong with that?"
"I finally understand why senior brother's progress is so fast," Hu Mei, who came over to help them store water, said with a smile.
"But this state of mind is not something we can compare to."
Zhong Liuchuan smiled and said to Jia Zizai, "You flatter me, Junior Sister. You are also not satisfied with your progress, but some people have to hurry up and work hard."
Among the three of them, Jia Zizai's cultivation was the lowest. Even Hu Mei, who entered the sect later, had surpassed him. This was because Hu Mei's temperament was better than his. Her heart was calmer, which was in line with the essence of cultivation.
"Don't worry, don't worry. It's nothing to be ashamed of being surpassed by my wife," Jia Zizai said.
Jia Zizai said, "Right now, I'm indifferent to both favor and disgrace, and then I'll pursue the realm of tranquility like water, just like you, senior brother."
"That would be best."
In the clinic, Wang Yao was reading a medical book. It was a medical book that he had just bought from the Internet. It was full of mistakes. As he read, he corrected it.
He sighed and said, "This kind of book can actually be published. It's really misleading!"
Ring! Ring! The phone on the table rang.
"It's me. Well, okay." After hanging up the phone, he continued to read.
Clack, clack, the clock hanging on the wall was incessantly ringing. The hands of the clock turned steadily, pointing to one number after another.
When it was 3: 30 p.m., there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Wang Yao shouted. A moment later, a person came in.
"Hello, Mr. Wu," Wang Yao said.
The person who came in was Wu Tongxing, the one from the Wu family. He had not been there for a long time.
"The old man's condition is not good." Wang Yao looked up and glanced at him.
"Yes, it's very bad," Wu Tongxing said.
He came in a hurry because of his father's illness. According to reason, he had reached that age and could pass away. However, as his children, they wanted to do a little more to let him live for two more years, even if the two more years might be a kind of torture for him, a painful torture.
"When the time comes, why do you insist?" Wang Yao said.
"We still want to be filial." At this time, Director Wu had completely lost the momentum of a superior. He was just a filial son.
"There's no time. Come back tomorrow," Wang Yao said.
"OK, thank you." Hearing Wang Yao agree, Wu Tongxing was very happy. He was afraid that Wang Yao would not agree this time. That would be the most troublesome thing.
"Is the old man in a lot of pain?"
"Very bad."
Wang Yao did not speak. Wu Tongxing put down a cup of tea and left.
He had seen the old man in the Wu family. He and Wang Yilong had the same disease, but the position of the disease was different. However, the disease was more severe. In addition, he was too old now. The magic of Wang Yao's magic medicine was that he could live until now.
"Let's try again."
If the old man in Jing could be in the mountain village at this moment, Wang Yao could use a combination of medicine and acupuncture to cure the old man's terminal disease, just like Wang Yilong. However, the old man's identity was different after all. It was unlikely that he would leave Jing at this time and come to such a small mountain village in a small county.
I'll decoct a few more medicines. Wang Yao thought. …
Thousands of miles away, in the Su family's house in Jing …
"Brother, why are you free today?" Song Ruiping poured water for the man with a smile.
"I have something to ask you for help," Wu Tongrong said with a smile.
His brother had gone to Lianshan County to find the doctor. He was still worried. He knew the doctor and the Su family cared about him, so he came here to visit his mother-in-law. He wanted to ask for insurance.
"How is the old man's health?"
"Ah, it's getting worse and worse. The doctor said it would be difficult for him to survive this winter." Wu Tongrong sighed.
"Brother, don't worry too much." Song Ruiping comforted him.
"I'm here to ask you to say something."
"What?" Song Ruiping was startled. She instantly understood the purpose of his visit.
"You mean Yao?"
"Yes, to be honest, I'm afraid Tongxing has already arrived in Lianshan County. I'm still worried that Dr. Wang won't help."
"Ah, that's easy to say," Song Ruiping said with a smile.
"Is Xianghua still so busy?"
"Busy, so busy that he doesn't go home all day," Song Ruiping said.
"I know he likes tea. Try it."
"Thank you, brother."
Song Ruiping made a phone call to Wang Yao in front of Wu Tongrong and explained the situation directly.
"I see, Auntie. I've already seen Mr. Wu," Wang Yao said on the other end of the phone.
"Good, good."
"Don't worry. Yao said he'll prepare to decoct the medicine tonight."
"Ah, good, good. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Wu Tongrong sat down and said a few words. After that, he left.
"Ma 'am, what about Mr. Wu?" the woman next to her asked.
"I'm afraid it'll be difficult for him to survive this time. After all, he's over 90 years old and has that kind of disease. It's already very good that he can survive until now."
Unknowingly, it was late at night.
In Nanshan Hill, there was a dim yellow light.
In the cottage, the firewood made a crackling sound.
The unique fragrance of medicine drifted out of the house.
Ganoderma lucidum, angelica, plow grass …
Wang Yao was decocting the medicine.
It cleared away heat, relieved pain, removed blood stasis, and balanced Yin and Yang.
He turned the firewood unhurriedly and quietly looked at the color of the Chinese medicine soup in the multifunctional pot for herbs.
Could a part of the spirit in the mountain be integrated into the medicine soup?
This was not the first time he had thought about this question.
Think about it, give it a try.
The next morning, Wu Tongxing came very early. He came before the door of the clinic was opened. He didn't sleep well last night. He called home after 10 o 'clock to ask the health care doctor about his father's situation. He was worried that the old man's life was hanging by a thread. He was relieved after hearing that he was fine for the time being.
"Director, don't worry too much." The secretary who came with him softly comforted him.
"Okay." Wu Tongxing just responded.
"It would be great if I could invite Wang Yao to Jing City. What a pity!" He sighed.
"He's here."
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