Miao Tianchuan had considered going there before, but he did not dare to go after considering Wu San's relationship with the Miaoxi River. The King Pharmacist of Miaojiang had studied in the Valley of Thousands of Medicine for a period of time under the old chief, who was Miao Qingshan's grandfather. Back then, the old chief praised Wu San, saying that he was a rare genius with unparalleled talent. However, due to the rules of the village, he did not teach him some of the most confidential things. Even so, his medical skills still shocked the people in the village. Furthermore, he had accumulated over the years. His ability to heal and save people was probably on par with the Miaoxi River.
"Alright, that's how it will be," Miao Tianchuan said. "It's a little late now. I'll take care of your discharge procedures tomorrow morning. Don't worry."
At that point, that was all he could do to comfort Miao Chengtang.
The next day, in the office of the doctor they had found through their connections, the doctor was still studying Miao Chengtang's condition. He was stunned when he heard that Miao Chengtang was going to be discharged.
"Why? We haven't figured out what's going on with him yet," the doctor said. "It's irrational to leave the hospital right now."
"We know, doctor," Miao Tianchuan said. "We don't want to leave the hospital right now, but something happened at home. He needs to go back. It's urgent."
"Well, alright, but you'll have to write something to prove that you're leaving the hospital voluntarily," the doctor said.
"Sure, no problem."
Just like that, they finished the procedures and left the hospital on the same day.
Guo Zhenghe, who was thousands of miles away in He County, received the news of their discharge. He even received the details of their check-ups at the hospital.
"Discharge? What's the hurry?"
"Well, I have a theory," Xu Xinyuan said.
"I heard the medical staff talking about something like the Heart-eating Curse," Guo Zhenghe said. "Perhaps Miao Chengtang has been poisoned."
"Poisoned?"
"Yeah," Guo Zhenghe said. "Also, two other people came to see him after he was hospitalized. They seemed to be people who knew him well, but I've looked into his background. He doesn't have any direct blood relatives in the Valley of Thousands of Medicine. He hardly ever goes outside. So, I'm guessing that those two are probably from the Valley of Thousands of Medicine."
"Where would they go?"
"I'm not sure. I tried to follow them, but I didn't succeed. Among the three of them, one of them is an expert. The baleful aura on his body is very strong. He noticed me the moment I got close."
"Alright, I got it. Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Xu. Be careful."
"Okay," Xu Xinyuan responded.
On a certain road in Beijing.
"Someone was following us."
"Who is it?" Miao Chengtang hurriedly asked.
"Someone I don't know." Miao Tianchuan said. He could sense that the other party was a veteran, and it was very likely that they were in the same line of work. Almost at the same time that he noticed the other party, the other party noticed as well. The other party then decisively gave up on following them.
"I don't know him. Could he have been sent by the Miaoxi River?" Miao Chengtang was traumatized. His fear of the Miaoxi River had reached an all-time high. Whenever that name was mentioned, he would shudder. It was as if he had heard a ghost calling his name.
"Probably not here," Miao Tianchuan said.
"Who could it be?"
"It could be Yang Guanfeng and the others."
Miao Chengtang was still not completely at ease after hearing that. He was truly scared. Miao Tianchuan patted him on the shoulder.
They arrived in southern Yunnan a day later and met the King Pharmacist of Miaojiang, Wu San.
"It's you, Qingshan." Wu San recognized Miao Qingshan right away.
"It's me, Uncle."
There was no problem with Miao Qingshan addressing Wu San as "Uncle."
"Why are you here?" Wu San asked in surprise.
He did not know much about what was going on in the outside world. In truth, he did not care much about what was going on outside. He was only focused on what he liked.
"I have something to ask of you."
"What is it?" Wu San was slightly surprised.
"Please treat me."
"Treat me? You?" Wu San asked.
"It's not me. It's my friend."
"Someone from the stockade?"
"Yes."
"Why don't you look for the Miaoxi River?" Wu San immediately asked. "You escaped as well?" He immediately realized something.
"Yes."
Wu San thought for a while.
"Tell him to come in."
"Hello." Miao Chengtang greeted him with a smile as soon as he came in.
"Sit down. Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
"My heart. I suspect I've been inflicted with the Heart-eating Curse." Miao Chengtang voiced his suspicions right away.
"Heart-eating Curse?" Wu San was shocked when he heard that.
He then carefully examined Miao Chengtang's body.
"It really is!" He frowned slightly.
"Who did this to you?"
"The Miaoxi River," Miao Chengtang gritted his teeth and said.
"Him?" Wu San was a little stunned after listening.
"It's been a while since I've seen that curse." He sounded rather emotional.
"Can you treat it?"
"Of course."
"Well, what's the cost?"
"Cost?" Wu San looked up at Miao Qingshan.
"I'll help you this time out of respect for your grandfather," Wu San said.
"Thank you. Thank you so much." Miao Chengtang hurriedly thanked him. He almost knelt down and kowtowed to him.
"Alright, lie down."
"Yes."
Wu San then began to treat Miao Chengtang's curse.
"It's been a while since I've done this." He sighed to himself.
He had seen the Heart-eating Curse more than a decade ago. The memory was still fresh in his mind. He had tried to treat it before, but he had failed. It was fortunate that Miao Qingshan's grandfather had been there to help. That person had not died in the end. He had learned how to treat the curse from Miao Qingshan's grandfather.
"Drink this first." Wu San handed Miao Chengtang a bowl of soup.
"What is this?"
"Drink it," Wu San coldly said.
"Sigh." Miao Chengtang hurriedly drank all of the medicine. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep.
When he woke up again, it was already dark. His upper body was naked, and there was gauze wrapped around his chest.
"You're awake. How do you feel?" Miao Qingshan, who was sitting beside him, saw him wake up and asked.
"Yeah, my chest hurts a little," Miao Chengtang said. "I don't have much strength left in me."
"Has the Heart-eating Curse been cured?"
"Yes," Miao Qingshan said.
"Uncle Wu said that you need to rest for five to six days," Miao Chengtang said. "We'll stay here."
"Five to six days? That long?"
"You've lost a lot of blood," Miao Chengtang said. "You need to rest. Otherwise, you'll hurt your bones."
"That's a long time, and we're in southern Yunnan. What if the Miaoxi River finds out?"
"Are you that scared of him?"
"Of course. You don't know how scary he is."
"Don't worry," Miao Chengtang said. "We're in a very secluded place. Besides, he might not even know we're here."
Miao Chengtang was still worried after hearing that, but there was nothing else he could do. He could not leave even if he wanted to, so he had to wait there for a few days.
Thousands of miles away in the north, snowflakes floated in the sky. They were not heavy.
Wang Yao was treating a patient in the clinic. It was an old man from the village below. He was about 60 years old. He was not very tall, and most of his hair had fallen out. His eyes were yellow. He had been coughing ever since he entered the clinic.
"Do you smoke?"
"Yes," the old man said after coughing.
"At least one pack a day?"
"Yeah, I can't miss it."
"Do you drink?"
"Yes, two meals a day," the old man said.
"If you want your illness treated, you'll have to quit smoking and drinking," Wang Yao said. "Otherwise, there's no need for treatment."
"Huh?" The old man was dumbfounded.
"Ah, it's been so many years," the old man said with a sigh. "It's hard to quit."
It was not that he had never tried, but he had never succeeded. He could not take it anymore.
"If you keep this up, it'll be more than just pain," Wang Yao said.
The old man had problems with his lungs and liver, and they were serious ones. The main reason for that was his lifestyle. Both smoking and drinking had eroded his body for a long time. His qi and blood were depleted, and his yang energy was insufficient. If things were to keep going on like that, he would be beyond cure.
"Can you prescribe me some medicine first? Anything to stop the pain will do." The old man asked Wang Yao to prescribe him medicine.
"I don't know how to prescribe medicine," Wang Yao said. "Even if I did, it wouldn't do you any good. You should go back and think about it."
"Yao, can you prescribe some medicine for me?" the old man asked.
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