Nyoi-Bo Studio

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  “Why didn’t the injection work?” the woman asked.

  “Did he have fried chicken for breakfast?” Wang Yao asked.

  “Yeah, he loves fried chicken,” the woman replied.

  “I think you should stop giving him fried food, which is hard to digest, especially when he is unwell,” Wang Yao said. “Fried food will make his condition worse.”


  Nowadays, a lot of parents spoiled their kids too much. They allowed their kids to do things they were not supposed to do as long as their kids liked it. Those children often lacked discipline. Their parents tended to look for excuses for their behaviors, such as that the kids were too young or would get better when they were older. Those excuses were ridiculous. Children needed to develop good lifestyles from when they are very young. It wouldn’t be easy for them to change when they grew up.

  “Look, I’ll prescribe a formula for your son,” Wang Yao said. “Just see how it goes. Make sure you give him a light diet all the time. Don’t give him anything with a strong taste. You must remember that.”


  “I’ll make sure he won’t eat anything he’s not supposed to,” the woman said.

  “If you can’t discipline him, don’t bother to come back,” Wang Yao said.

  “Sure, I’ll follow your instructions,” the woman said.

  She paid the fee, took the herbs with her, and left the clinic with her son.

  “Next,” Wang Yao called out.

  “Hi, Dr. Wang, my daughter also suffers from coughing, a wet cough,” the girl’s mother said. “She can’t stop coughing day and night.”


  The girl was around 7 or 8. She had similar symptoms as the boy he had just seen but slightly less severe. He prescribed the same formula.

  “Thank you,” the girl’s mother said.

  The third patient was another child but much younger. He was less than 3 years old. He was wheezing and had difficulty breathing.

  “How old is the kid?” Wang Yao asked.

  “He’s 2 ½,” the child’s mother said.

  Wang Yao could tell the child had sputum in his lungs by listening to his breathing. Such a young boy couldn’t spit the sputum by himself. The boy also had diarrhea.

  “How long has he been unwell?” Wang Yao asked.

  “Over a week,” the boy’s mother said. “The doctor from the hospital prescribed some medication for him, but he started to have diarrhea four days after.”


  “I see. I’ll try to stop the diarrhea first and then the cough,” Wang Yao said.

  “Mom, I want to go to the toilet,” the boy said.

  “The toilet is in the courtyard,” Wang Yao said.

  The boy’s mother took her son out and came back a moment later.

  “I’m sorry.” The woman apologized.

  “No worries,” Wang Yao said.

  He gave the boy a massage. The boy kept passing gas that smelled awful. Wang Yao patted on the boy’s back. The boy suddenly started to fiercely cough. He soon spat out some yellow sputum.

  Wang Yao prescribed him two different formulas. “One is to treat his diarrhea, and the other is to treat his coughing. He should be on a light diet.”


  “I see,” the boy’s mother said.

  The woman left with her son after paying the fee.

  The fourth patient was a woman in her 60s.

  “How can I help you, Ma’am?” Wang Yao asked.

  “I have pain in my legs,” the woman said. “The pain started in autumn.”


  “Let me take a look,” Wang Yao said.

  He took a close look at the woman, whose issue was not too serious. The meridians in her legs were blocked due to the weather. The blockage caused the pain.

  “Your condition is not too bad,” Wang Yao said.

  He neither prescribed any medication for her nor gave her acupuncture treatment. He simply gave her a massage to unblock the meridians. Twenty minutes later, the old woman felt the pain had reduced significantly in her legs. She had a warm feeling in her legs and felt very comfortable.

  “Dr. Wang, you are such a fantastic doctor just as I was told,” the woman said.

  “I’m flattered,” Wang Yao said with a smile.

  The old woman left half an hour later.

  Wang Yao saw 12 patients in the morning. There were still people waiting at lunchtime. He called his parents to tell them he wouldn’t be home for lunch. He continued to see patients, most of whom were children.

  This episode of the virus is really strong. The virus is still lingering around, Wang Yao thought.

  He remembered parents had brought their kids to see him before he visited Dao. Most of those kids had a bad cough. It had almost been a month since his visit to Dao, but more and more children were sick.

  Meanwhile, in Beijing, Su Zhixing wanted to get out of the hospital.

  “Doctor, can I be discharged?” he asked.

  “No.” The registrar doctor declined without hesitation.

  “I think I’m fine now,” Su Zhixing said.

  “Not really,” the doctor said. “You still need therapy. I’m your doctor. I’m the person making decisions.”


  “Fine.” Su Zhixing laid back down.

  I’m spending too much time lying on the bed. My body is getting rusty. I must take a walk outside, he thought.

  He left his room and went next door. Meng Wushuang, who was staying next door to Su Zhixing had been recovering well. He was doing sit-ups when Su Zhixing walked in.

  “Hi, Captain,” Meng Wushuang said.

  “Good for you,” Su Zhixing said. “Why you are recovering faster than me?”


  “It’s thanks to Dr. Wang. Take a seat, Captain.” Meng Wushuang stood up. “The doctor just came in to check on me. He said I can be discharged in a few days. How about you?”


  “I guess pretty soon,” said Su Zhixing, who was not very sure about it. “Can you exercise even though you have just recovered a bit?”


  “I think so. I’m confident with my body,” Meng Wushuang replied. “I did a lot of practicing, including breathing exercises, when I was in Shaolin Temple. I recover faster than average people following an injury.”


  “Hmm, Shaolin Temple is the sacred place for kung fu,” Su Zhixing said.

  “Captain, is Dr. Wang really as good as you said?” Meng Wushuang asked.

  “Of course. I contested him before,” Su Zhixing said. “You can do the same after you have fully recovered.”


  “No, Dr. Wang saved my life,” Meng Wushuang said.

  “Just practice with him,” Su Zhixing said.

  He chatted with Meng Wushuang for a while before returning to his room. A moment later, he had a visitor.

  The visitor was Guo Zhenghe. “Hello, Zhixing.”


  “Hi, Zhenghe, please come in and take a seat,” Su Zhixing said with a smile. Although he didn’t like Guo Zhenghe, he wanted to remain courteous.

  “You look well,” Guo Zhenghe said. “You should be fine now.”


  “Yeah, I feel good,” Su Zhixing said. “I want to get out of the hospital, but my doctor doesn’t agree.”


  “You have to listen to the doctor,” Guo Zhenghe said. “Make sure you are fine before you are discharged.”


  “How are you doing?” Su Zhixing asked. “Are you still working in southern Yunnan? You are a governor now, so I suppose you must be busy.”


  “Yeah, I’ve been busy,” Guo Zhenghe said “I’m on a business trip to Beijing discussing a project. The place I work at is very poor. The infrastructure there is bad. Not many people want to invest there. I tried my best to use all of my connections to attract investment. There has been an increase in tourists recently. Someone also built a medicine processing factory there. Things are getting better. I’m here to apply for more government funding.”


  “Sounds like you are doing well,” Su Zhixing said. “How is your funding application going?”


  “Not too bad,” Guo Zhenghe replied. “I have approval. Although it isn’t a lot of money, it will solve some urgent matters.”


  “When will you go back?” Su Zhixing asked.

  “Tomorrow, so I’m here to visit you today,” Guo Zhenghe said with a smile.

  “Thank you,” Su Zhixing said.

  “You are welcome,” Guo Zhenghe said. “You are like a real brother to me.”


  Seriously scheming, boy? Su Zhixing thought.

  Guo Zhenghe didn’t stay for long. He happened to bump into Su Xiaoxue in the elevator. “Hey, Xiaoxue, have you finished your lectures?”


  “Yeah, did you come to visit my brother?” Su Xiaoxue asked.

  “Yes, I just saw him. He looks good,” Guo Zhenghe replied.

  “Yeah, thanks to Dr. Wang,” Su Xiaoxue said.

  “He’s a good doctor,” Guo Zhenghe said. “By the way, are you available tonight?”


  “Sorry, I’ve got to stay with my brother tonight,” Su Xiaoxue replied.

  “That’s alright. I’m leaving tomorrow,” Guo Zhenghe said.

  “I see. I hope you have a good trip,” Su Xiaoxue said.

  “Thank you,” Guo Zhenghe said.

  He entered the elevator after chatting with Su Xiaoxue for a short while. Although he had a big smile on his face, he was not happy at all. He thought, It seems both Su Xiaoxue and her brother want me to leave as soon as possible. Did I get on their nerves?

  “What are you doing?” Su Xiaoxue was surprised to find her brother doing squats in the VIP room.

  “I need to exercise or my body is going to get rusty,” Su Zhixing replied.

  “Take it easy,” Su Xiaoxue said. “Your wound is not completely healed yet!”