Nyoi-Bo Studio

  Nyoi-Bo Studio

  “Would you give her up?” Guo Zhenghe asked.

  Wang Yao was shocked and wasn’t sure what he meant. Since he likes is he asking me to give her up? “Why?”


  “I really like her,” Guo Zhenghe said.

  “Hmmm……” Wang Yao smiled and shook his head and thought, What is this logic? What is this mindset? Are young men from wealthy families all like him?

  After a moment, he said, “Sorry.”


  Everything was silent for a long time.

  “I see. Sorry to disturb you.” Guo Zhenghe stood up and turned back. At the door, he stopped. “I really appreciate that you saved my life. But, in this matter, I will never give in.”


  “OK.” Wang Yao responded.

  “I wish you good health,” Guo Zhenghe said.

  “I will,” Wang Yao said. With no reason, he suddenly felt that the young man standing in front of him a little bit disgusting.

  Outside of the clinic, Guo Zhenghe instantly looked sullen.

  “Sir, you are really……” Hearing voices, he looked up and saw Zheng Weijun and Zheng Shixiong taking a walk outsides. They also saw him.

  Guo Zhenghe immediately regained a sunny disposition, which he always showed no matter whom he confronted, at least on his face. Being enthusiastic and optimistic easily created a good impression on him. He smiled and nodded to them before driving off.

  “Uncle, did I see him wrong?” Zheng Weijun asked.

  “No. That was a really wonderful expression of a really horrible young man,” Zheng Shixiong criticized.

  “I don’t suppose that his gloomy expression was because of Dr. Wang,” Zheng Weijun said.

  “I hope not, or……” Zheng Shixiong squinted. “By the way, I heard that Dr. Wang has developed a new drug that is very effective for treating the diseases like thrombosis.”


  These days, many people had come to the clinic to see the doctor, so they easily knew some information.

  “Yeah, it is effective and comes into effect quickly,” Zheng Weijun said. “Can we do something with it to express our appreciation?”


  “Do you want to buy it at a high price?” Zheng Shixiong asked.

  “I am wondering what Dr. Wang would think about that,” Zheng Weijun said.

  “I will find some time to chat with him,” Zheng Shixiong said.

  He knew his nephew, who was amazingly clever. Although he was only in his 20s, he had achieved great attainments in business. His insight was extremely precise, especially in macro strategies.

  Zheng Weijun knew human nature, which made him be admired by a man over 40 and whey he was thought highly of in the family. Zheng was a wealthy family that provided many careers for many people.

  There were many men in the same generation with Zheng Weijun, but not many could undertake the family’s business. He was one of them. He would have a place in the huge Zheng’s consortium as long as his body was good.

  During the night, it rained intermittently. One could easily be mesmerized listening to the rhythm of the falling rain. Rain in spring was as precious as oil. It rarely caused annoyance.

  In the rain, Wang Yao was standing on the mountain. He silently felt something. He felt that the mountain under his feet vibrating. It started again.

  Boom! The mountain was growing like a child.

  In the medical field, the dog stood up in the kennel.

  The next morning, it continued to rain without relenting. Even in such weather, there were still many people going to see doctor. The clinic was full.

  “Dr. Wang,” a man over 40 coughed seriously. He had a full beard and two yellowish big incisors. “I recently cough so much and feel chest pain.”


  “How long have you had the feeling?” Wang Yao asked.

  “Hmmm, almost a month,” the man said after thinking it over.

  “Did you see a doctor?” Wang Yao asked.

  “No,” the man said.

  Wang Yao gave him a careful check after listening. The focus was at the lungs.

  “Do you smoke?” Wang Yao asked.

  “I have stopped smoking for two months,” the man said.

  “You’d better go to a bigger hospital,” Wang Yao said.

  “What?” The man was shocked. “Why’s that?”


  “I cannot treat it,” Wang Yao said.

  The patient had a tumor on the lungs, and it was very likely to be a malicious one. It was highly relative to the unhealthy living habits in the daily life, especially smoking.

  “It?” the man asked. “Dr. Wang, is it a hard-treated disease?”


  “You’d better go to a hospital to take an exam,” Wang Yao said.

  The man left with his head lowered and gloominess on his face.

  The treatment could not be delayed. He ought to have felt something abnormal in the body. Without timely treatment, it would develop from an ailment to hard-treated disease and eventually a terminal disease.

  “Doctor, I have a headache,” the next patient said

  There was no problem in treating the following patients. Wang Yao treated them quickly.

  In the afternoon, Zhong Liuchuan brought his sister to the clinic. She was a skinny girl with a sallow complexion. She looked like a bean sprout. There was no vigor or vitality in her, not even in her eyes or hair.

  “Hello, Dr. Wang. Sorry to disturb you. This is my sister,” Zhong Liuchuan said.

  “Hello, doctor.” The girl greeted him shyly in a very soft voice.

  “Hello, take a seat.” After sitting, Wang Yao carefully checked her. “I can treat the disease, but it will take a while. During treatment, you’d better live near here to spare her from commuting.”


  Hearing that the disease could be cured, Zhong Liuchuan was really happy. Plus, it would be no problem even he needed to live in the village for more than half of a year.

  After they left, Wang Yao carefully recorded the girl’s symptoms. It was liver failure. Of her entire liver, the part really functioning was no more than 10%.

  The weakness was due to the serious accumulation of toxins and poor digestion. It was a chain reaction. The five internal organs were like the five elements that supplemented and supported each other. One going wrong would affect the others’ normal functioning.

  But, her disease in Wang Yao’s view was easier than Zheng Weijun’s. He would need to detoxify, consolidate the corporeity, and recover the viscera’s functions.

  “Brother, it is so quiet in the village,” the girl said as she laid on a stone bed.

  She had spent most of her time in the hospital where there were many patients coming and leaving. Even if Zhong Liuchuan spent money and lent support, living in a special care ward could not last long because she could not rest well. What was more, she did not like the smell of medicine.

  “It is really quiet, and your disease will be cured soon,” Zhong Liuchuan said.

  The only relative he had in the world was his sister. The reason why he worked hard and even did some discredited business was all for treating his sister.

  “Yeah,” the girl said before drifting off to sleep.

  The next morning, Zhong Liuchuan and his sister came to the clinic early. Wang Yao started treating the sensible girl. It required two agents: antidote powder and regather soup.

  Thirty minutes after taking the medicine later, he began acupuncture to stimulate her body and prompt the blood circulation to accelerate the medicine absorption.

  “Take the medicine three times per day and receive the acupuncture treatment every two days,” Wang Yao said.

  In Jing thousands of miles away……

  “I cannot cure the disease,” Mr. Chen said.

  “Would you please give him a check again?” the man asked.

  “It is not that I don’t want, but I cannot,” Mr. Chen said. “I know a man whom you might seek help from.”


  “Who is it?” the man asked.

  “Wang Yao,” Mr. Chen replied.

  “Which Jing hospital is he in?” the man asked.

  “He is not in Jing but Qi,” Mr. Chen said.

  “Qi?” the man asked.

  “He is in a village,” Mr. Chen said.

  “Is that the Dr. Wang who treated the Su princess?” the man asked.

  “Yeah,” Mr. Chen said.

  “I heard that it is hard to ask him to leave the village,” the man said.

  “It is naturally not easy to ask him to come, but you can go there, which would be easier,” Mr. Chen said.

  “Go there? But my father’s body……” The man was uncertain about going to a small village.

  “He could endure that,” Mr. Chen said.

  “Good, I will go tell Papa. Thanks,” the man said and left.

  Mr. Chen shook his head. “Those kind of men have the habit of standing high above the masses. They always hope everything goes based on their willingness and that everyone serves them.”