"By the way, I heard from Weijun that you are an agent for Nanshan Pharmaceutical?"
"Yes," Pan Jiayou replied.
"Is the Primordial Spirit Soup selling well?"
"It's quite good," Pan Jiayou said. "It's mainly because of its reputation. People who have used it say it's good."
"Why does it sound like an advertisement?" Wang Yao laughed. "Have you given it to the elderly?"
"My mother has been drinking it," Pan Jiayou said. "She said she felt a little stronger after drinking it."
"Well, the Primordial Spirit Soup is mild and has no toxic side effects," Wang Yao said. "It can be used as a tonic and can be taken for a long time. However, the main problem for the elderly is that their Qi and blood are not flowing well. Although the medicine is useful, it can't be absorbed very well.
"What medicine are you using now?" Pan Jiayou asked.
"This medicine is called Primordial Spirit Soup," Wang Yao said.
"Is this the ancestor of the Primordial Spirit Soup?" Pan Jiayou joked.
"You can think of it that way," Wang Yao said.
The Primordial Spirit Soup was indeed formulated based on the taste of this medicine. More common herbs were used to replace the licorice roots in the Primordial Spirit Soup. Naturally, the efficacy of the Primordial Spirit Soup was greatly reduced. After all, these licorice roots were the "king" in this medicine. In Chinese medicine, the most important thing was the "king" in the medicine. It could be said that changing it was equivalent to changing the medicine.
Not long after the old woman drank the medicine, Wang Yao began to give the old woman a unique massage. He helped her circulate her Qi and blood, accelerated the circulation of her Qi and blood, and promoted the absorption of the medicine. After a while, the old woman's pale face became a little rosy. The effect of this medicine was more than 10 times stronger than the Primordial Spirit Soup. It was easier to absorb. This was the wonder of the licorice roots. Not only were they magical, but they were also easier to absorb. Wang Yao focused on massaging the old woman's waist and legs.
"Oh, it's so comfortable!" the old woman exclaimed.
Wang Yao's massage really made her feel very comfortable.
The treatment took him nearly two hours.
"How do you feel?"
"Ah, it's comfortable," the old man said. "My body is warm. Most importantly, my legs are also warm. It used to be cold and painful."
In the past, she felt the most uncomfortable with her two legs. They were cold, painful, and she couldn't stand up. She couldn't sit or lie down peacefully, and she couldn't sleep well at night. She might as well not have them. However, she still hoped that one day she could find a good doctor to cure her and let her stand up again.
"This is a normal reaction. Come back tomorrow at this time," Wang Yao said to Pan Jiayou.
"Okay, sorry to trouble you, Dr. Wang," he said.
After witnessing Wang Yao's treatment, he began to believe Zheng Weijun's words. After thanking the doctor and paying the consultation fee, he left with his mother.
"Mom, is it really as good as you think?" After getting into the car, Pan Jiayou asked softly. As he spoke, he was still rubbing his mother's legs to help her move her muscles.
"Of course, it's true. Why would I lie to you? I felt this feeling three years ago when the old Chinese medicine doctor from Jiangzhe treated me."
"Oh, that's good. That's good."
Three years ago, Pan Jiayou had taken his mother to see an old Chinese medicine doctor. His treatment was effective. Unfortunately, the old Chinese medicine doctor was too old. He passed away not long after. His mother's illness could not continue to be treated.
"So, we'll stay here for three days first?"
"Okay, we'll go home before Chinese New Year," the old woman said.
"We'll definitely be able to go back before Chinese New Year," Pan Jiayou said. He knew that the old woman still missed her grandson and granddaughter at home.
"This small mountain village looks quite deserted." The old woman sat in the car and looked at both sides of the road. Along the way, she only saw two people. They were both old people.
"Nowadays, young people don't want to live in such a village," Pan Jiayou said. "Anyone who can afford to move to the city."
"Hey, what do you think Dr. Wang is thinking? Why would he want to live in a mountain village full of old people?"
"Everyone has their own aspirations," the old woman said. "These extraordinary people are always different from ordinary people. Besides, I don't think such a small mountain village is bad. At least the air is clear, and it's more peaceful."
"That's true. It's just like my hometown."
People were used to living in some big cities. Sometimes, they still missed the taste of their hometown.
They arrived in Lianshan County and found a place to settle down.
In the Valley of Thousands of Medicine thousands of miles away, Miao Qingfeng and Miao Changhong had also returned from He County. They carefully reported what had happened outside to Miaoxi River.
"This venomous insect will last at most a month. Be careful."
"Hey, I'm in a hurry. It's Chinese New Year in less than a month," Miao Changhong said. "I think they'll definitely go there before Chinese New Year. I specifically told the people watching them outside to be careful."
"Okay."
On the second day after they returned, Lu Xiufeng and Yang Guanfeng followed them to the Valley of Thousands of Medicine. In Lu Xiufeng's words, they were striking while the iron was hot.
When they saw Miaoxi River, they first expressed their gratitude to him. Then, they vaguely mentioned their idea. They did not expect Miaoxi River to be so interested in the proposal that he asked about it in detail.
At noon, the two of them were treated with great hospitality. Lu Xiufeng once again drank a lot.
"Chief, do you really agree?"
"Use me as bait to lure Miao Tianchuan out. This idea is really good!"
"But Miao Tianchuan is now a madman," Yang Guanfeng said. "He can do anything dangerous. You don't have to put yourself in danger."
"I didn't agree to it, did I?" Miaoxi River said with a smile.
"How are things on Xiaohe's side?"
"The situation is very stable."
"Good, good, very good," Miaoxi River said with a smile.
Miaoxi River did not give a positive reply to Lu Xiufeng and Yang Guanfeng, but he did not directly refuse. He said that he would think about it.
"He didn't agree!"
"Didn't you hear what he said?" Yang Guanfeng asked. "He didn't agree, but he didn't refuse, either. This shows that there is room for negotiation. After all, it's almost Chinese New Year. He is the chief of this stockade. Something happened a while ago. He needs to settle down, right?"
"Well, shall we come back after Chinese New Year?"
"Well, that's the only way. I'm thinking now that Miao Tianchuan, whose whereabouts are unknown, better not surprise us again near Chinese New Year!" Yang Guanfeng sat in the passenger seat and lit a cigarette.
"Hey, you study criminal psychology," Yang Guanfeng said. "Analyze it. What is Miao Tianchuan thinking now?"
Lu Xiufeng stared ahead and did not speak for a long time.
"To be honest, I really can't analyze it," he said after a while.
"However, he definitely won't be so idle. He should be planning something. Something big, enough to surprise us."
In a town hundreds of miles away, Miao Tianchuan and Miao Qingshan were sitting around a hotpot.
During this time, they had been nearby and had never left.
"It's almost Chinese New Year!" Miao Qingshan sighed.
In the past, it was the busy time in the stockade. Everyone was busy preparing for the Chinese New Year. The Chinese New Year was also the liveliest time in the stockade. Now, that kind of liveliness had nothing to do with him. It would be the same in the future.
They had disguised themselves, so they could still eat hotpot. Recently, the checks in the area had become more and more intense. When they met strangers, they would check their IDs and question them. There were a few times when the two of them were stopped by the police. He felt that his heart was in his throat. He thought that he was going to be exposed. Fortunately, Miao Tianchuan dealt with it. It was a joke. As Miao Tianchuan, who had been involved in the killing and robbery business, he had seen this kind of thing many times, so he was very calm.
I really want to go back to the past! Miao Qingshan sighed in his heart. He then picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all.
"What are you thinking about?" Miao Tianchuan asked.
"I'm thinking about the stockade, the Chinese New Year, and my future plans," Miao Qingshan said. He was not lying. He said what he thought.
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