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  Wang Yao was dumbfounded after hearing the news. It was more than troublesome. The old man already had a malignant tumor. Now, he had another complicated disease.

  Misfortune seemed to never come singly. When it rains, a house leaks like a leaky boat sails against the wind.

  “Let me check,” he said.

  The family of the other patient kept observing him. But, Wang Yao could not think too much about it. He had to focus on saving the old man.

  He checked him carefully. His condition was much more serious than he had originally thought. The blood vessels in his head had burst and kept bleeding.

  “The blood vessels in his brain are still bleeding,” Wang Yao said.

  “Ah? What can we do?” The old man’s daughter and son were panicked.

  “Find the doctor and ask him,” Wang Yao said. He had come in such a hurry that he hadn’t had time to prepare any drugs to stop bleeding.

  The elder cousin of Li Maoshuang hurried to find the doctor.

  “Still bleeding? Who said that?” The doctor was a bit shocked.

  They actually knew about the condition and had used medicine to deal with it. Unfortunately, they couldn’t ensure whether the medicine would work, especially since the old man was in such poor condition. However, his family shouldn’t have known since nobody told them.

  “Ah, another doctor told me,” the elder cousin said.

  “Doctor, which doctor?” the doctor asked.

  “It’s the doctor here. What should we do to tackle the problem?” the cousin replied.

  “We have used drugs,” the doctor said.

  “Does it work?” the cousin asked.

  “I can’t say for sure. His condition is very poor. Now, with such an acute disease, he’s in more danger. You’d better prepare to face the worst,” the doctor said.

  Li Maoshuang’s elder cousin couldn’t say anything. He looked distressed when he went out.

  “The doctor said they have used drugs. Doctor Wang, can you think of other ways to deal with it?” he asked.

  “Ah.” Wang Yao was still thinking.

  The current condition needed quick, effective medicine with small side-effects. Licorice roots were perfect. Of the 10 types of licorice roots he owned, none could be used to stop blood. Nevertheless, the Catalog of Magic Herbs recorded that Pogonia japonica was useful in wound-healing, blood-stopping, swell-reducing and muscle-renewing.

  But, the old man’s condition was rather special. Wang Yao needed to consider whether the licorice roots would cause side effects to the other disease the man suffered from. He couldn’t think of any good ideas.

  “I’ll come back after I think about it for a while,” Wang Yao said.

  He left two nine herbal pills in case of an emergency before leaving. On his way out of the ward, he heard someone calling his name.

  “Doctor Wang!”


  He turned back and saw a family member of other patient.

  “Hello, can I help you?” Wang Yao asked.

  “Ah, could you please see my sick family member?” the man asked.

  “Sorry,” Wang Yao said.

  “We can pay for it,” the man said hurriedly.

  “I’m really sorry, but I’ve something else to do,” Wang Yao said.

  He then turned around and left. Li Maoshuang followed Wang Yao out to the building’s gate downstairs.

  “Is my uncle in danger?” Li Maoshuang asked.

  “His situation is very dangerous,” Wang Yao answered.

  “At any time, he may……” Li Maoshuang let his words drift off.

  “Yes, you have to prepare,” Wang Yao said.

  Wang Yao got into his car but did not hurry and drive off. Instead, he took out the Treatise on Miscellaneous Disease from a grid on the system. In the hospital, he remembered that he had read in this book that there was an ancient therapy that used acupuncture and medicine to treat intracerebral hemorrhage.

  “Here it is,” he said.

  “One women suffered from vomit, lots of sweat, chills all over the body, and had trouble moving her hands and feet. All those symptoms became reduced in seven days after she had been treated with medicine soup and acupuncture.”


  “Felwort, Salvia yunnanensis, the root of large leaf gentian, jujube kernel, antelope’s horn, Suberect Spatholobus Stem……”


  The prescription and acupoints were all recorded in detail.

  “But, this prescription……” Wang Yao hesitated. Some of the medicine used was slightly strong.

  The patient in this medical case was in her 30s or 40s with a fairly strong body, which was quite different from the old man suffering from malignant tumor.

  “Go back and think more about it,” he said to himself.

  Wang Yao kept thinking about it on his way back. This was the most difficult disease he had treated.

  In the People’s Hospital, the nurse who made the infusion for the old man felt more and more confused. She went to talk to the head nurse.

  “Doctor Wang, how old is he?” she asked.

  “Quite young. He looks no more than 30,” the head nurse replied.

  “Do you think it’s possible that a person less than 30 could be a doctor here?” the younger nursed asked.

  “Even a post graduate might be unable to work in a small county hospital,” the head nurse said. “Learning medicine might not necessarily mean finding a good job.”


  “But, that’s what they all call him. This was also not the first time he has come here,” the young nurse said.

  The head nurse told this to the old man’s chief doctor.

  “Doctor?” he asked.

  He instantly thought of the old man’s sudden recovery after hearing the story.

  “Is it because of him?” the doctor wondered. “Do you know where he comes from?”


  “No,” the head nurse replied.

  “Alright. Tell the nurse to keep an eye on him. Let me know when he comes in next time,” the doctor said.

  The nurse acknowledged the order.

  “A master or a liar?” the doctor whispered to himself.

  He asked the nurse to call the family of the patient into his office.

  “You are looking for me, Doctor Xu?” Li Maoshuang’s cousin asked.

  “I’ve something to ask you, and you have to tell me truth,” the doctor said. “Did you find a doctor from outside to see the patient?”


  Doctor Xu asked Li Maoshuang’s cousin while staring at him.

  “Ah?” It never occurred to him that he would be asked that question. “Absolutely not, why?”


  He instantly denied it. It had to be kept secret. He could not betray Doctor Wang or give the hospital doctors the impression that he did not trust them. He would offend both.

  “Really?” the doctor asked.

  “Absolutely not,” the cousin replied.

  “Alright, you can go back,” the doctor said.

  “Doctor, what about my uncle’s disease?”


  “We are thinking about the treatment.” It was a classic answer, but true. “Still, you’d better prepare to face the worst condition.”


  The cousin relaxed a little once he was out of the office.

  “He was lying,” the doctor said. “There must be another doctor treating his father. The old patient’s unbelievable recovery from the disease might be due to his treatment. I have to know him.”


  The doctor that that it must be an unbelievable person that could make the patient with such a terminal disease better. There was a master hiding behind a village. The doctor had to know him.

  Wang Yao left the hospital but did not drive back to the village. Instead, he visited Zhou Wuyi.

  “Doctor Wang?” Zhou Wuyi was surprised.

  “Hello, how are you?” Wang Yao said.

  “Good, come on in,” Zhou Wuyi said.

  The old man looked better than he did several days ago.

  “You look better,” Wang Yao said.

  “Yes, I indeed feel better,” Zhou Wuyi said.

  Wang Yao came into the room. He saw the Huangting Jing lying on the table, opened and upside down.

  “Did you start reading?” Wang Yao asked.

  “Yes,” the old man replied.

  “What do you think about it?” Wang Yao asked.

  “To be honest, it’s very hard to read it patiently,” the old man said.

  He was an irritable person. Plus, the Chinese boxing he had practiced was based on the arbitrary Xingyi and Baji, which made it really difficult to change his character.

  “No need to be in a hurry. We need to do it step by step.” Wang Yao smiled.

  He then checked the old man.

  “Continue to take the medicine,” Wang Yao said.

  He took out a small cup of the Blood Deblocking Powder to feed him and waited for half an hour. He then massaged the old man’s acupoints to dredge the blood along his channels and collaterals on his chest, abdomen and back. Neixi was infused into his body via massage like the spring rain brought by the breeze.

  Zhou Wuyi felt warm all over his body, refreshed and comfortable after a round of massage.

  “How do you feel?” Wang Yao asked.

  “Really comfortable,” the old man said. “Doctor Wang, please tell me truth. Can my disease be cured?”


  “Of course,” Wang Yao replied.