Nyoi-Bo Studio

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  “Uncle, if you have something to say, please do so.”


  “It’s OK. I’m really alright.” Wang Yilong waved his hand. “I just want to thank you.”


  “There is no need.” Wang Yao smiled.

  “Ah!” Wang Yilong and Wang Zecheng left the clinic.

  There was a sigh.

  Wang Yao heard the sigh the old man made when he went out. Why did he sigh?

  “Dad, what did you want to say to Wang Yao just now?”


  “Zecheng, you must have spent too much on my disease.”


  “Well, not much. Wang Yao said that we were all from the village and you were his uncle, so the medicines he prescribes are cheaper.”


  “I always feel that I owe him a favor. What about giving it up?”


  “We cannot. I have asked Wang Yao. Your disease is almost gone. You can recover from it by taking a few more medications. At this time, we can’t give up no matter what.”


  “Really?” the old man asked.

  “Of course, why would I lie to you?” Wang Zecheng asked with a laugh.

  “OK, I’ll continue to take the medicines.”


  “Yes, that’s right.”


  The father and son talked as they went home together.

  The old man returned to his room and looked out the window. His grandson was playing in the yard.

  When he was in the clinic, he hid something from Wang Yao. In the past few days, he found blood in his stool. There were even bloodstains in the sputum he coughed out. He felt that it was not a good sign, but he did not tell his son about it. He was afraid that his son worry. For a few months, his son seemed to have become a good person. He had turned from a notoriously bad son in the village to a good son. In general, this made him very happy. It was what he wanted for a long time. During this time, his son was working hard. He left early and returned late. He must have suffered a lot and become a bag of bones. Since the old man was no longer fit, he could not add income to the family. Instead, he needed to take all those medicines, which was a heavy burden. He wanted to reduce the family’s stress.

  Ah!

  He sighed again.

  Elderly people like me are useless.

  “How is Dad’s condition?” Wang Zecheng’s wife softly asked when her husband returned.

  “Not good.” Wang Zecheng gently shook his head.

  “What should we do?”


  “Wang Yao said he would change the prescription.”


  “Will it work?” his wife asked.

  “We’ll give it a try,” Wang Zecheng said. “Who can guarantee that such a disease can be cured?”


  “My dad doesn’t know anything about this yet. You have to pay attention and not reveal a word to him,” Wang Zecheng advised.

  “Don’t worry. I know.”


  Until now, his father knew nothing about it. He thought he just had a common cold or small ailment. Also, he had been taking the medicines prescribed by Wang Yao and did not feel seriously unwell. He did not think about in that regard.

  “Does it cost more?”


  “I haven’t asked him in detail.”


  “Take the time to ask him.”


  “Well, we have to get my dad treated no matter how much we spend!”


  In the clinic, Wang Yao was thinking about Wang Yilong’s disease, which had spread. In the later stage, the medicines used in the past only temporarily suspended the process. They had to be changed. To cure such an illness, which was a recognized terminal illness, ordinary medicinal materials had no effect. Spiritual grasses were required.

  Malignant tumors.

  Licao removed the gangrene.

  Cizhan cleared the heat, detoxified, and removed the sarcoma.

  These were the drugs he had used so far to treat tumors.

  Lingshanji dispelled the evil, drove away evil spirits, and relieved muscle pain.

  Aniseed tree root cleared the heat, detoxified, and removed stasis and pain.

  The main effect of these two medicines was analgesia because this disease made patients feel unbearable pain. The other function was to detoxify and dispel evil.

  According to the theory of Chinese medicine, a malignant tumor was a type of evil and fever poison.

  The function of the four kinds of spirit grass was important. He also needed medicines that could consolidate the basis and strengthen the old man’s body. Ganoderma lucidum, shanjing, and ginseng were useful but only a little of them could be enough. Other herbs were needed to reconcile the other ones and eliminate any negative reactions. Liaocaoguiyuan could not be more suitable in this regard. Licorice also had that effect, but it was still an ordinary herb. It performed much worse than spiritual grasses.

  Is it enough?

  Wang Yao was thinking while recording the prescription in his notebook.

  At least six kinds of spirit grass were used for this medical prescription.

  It should be OK with the herbs.

  Finally, the prescription was finished.

  Licao, Cizhan, Lingshanji, Aniseed tree root, Ganoderma lucidum, shanjing, and ginseng……

  I’ll boil the medicine soup tonight.

  There were not many patients in the clinic. There were only two in the morning and none in the afternoon.

  It was a free day for him.

  In the afternoon, when Wang Yao closed the door to the clinic, he met Jia Zizai and Hu Mei, who were running toward Dongshan Mountain.

  “Mr. Wang, good afternoon.”


  “Going for a run?”


  “Oh, yes we are.”


  “That is good.”


  After greeting, Wang Yao slowly walked home.

  “Why don’t I ever see Mr. Wang running?” Hu Mei asked with a smile.

  “Mr. Wang practices on Nanshan Hill early in the morning,” Jia Zizai said.

  “Nanshan?”


  “Yes, Nanshan. I haven’t been there yet,” Jia Zizai said.

  “Brother has probably been there.”


  “It is a place for Mr. Wang to practice. I heard that there are some tactical formations there.”


  “Tactical formations?”


  “Yes, the kind that once you get in, you can’t get out.”


  “That’s amazing.”


  “I haven’t seen it, but I heard about it from Brother. By the way, I’ll show you the woods there under the mountain.”


  The two slowed their pace as the approached the woods at the foot of Nanshan Hill. They never used to come there because they knew the rules. Since he was Wang Yao’s disciple, he could now go there with his wife.

  “Go ahead and give it a try.”


  The two of them entered the woods. There was no obvious path under their feet. They went deep into the woods.

  “Well, look back,” Jia Zizai said with a smile on his face.

  Hu Mei turned around and found that the woods were still behind her. Through the woods, she saw the situation outside. Nothing seemed wrong.

  “Nothing seems unusual. What’s wrong?”


  “Try to go out and see what happens.”


  Hu Mei walked back along the way she came. After walking a dozen steps, she found the problem.

  Oh no!

  She turned around and found that Jia Zizai was still standing there. She walked toward him, which was less than 32 feet away, but found that the distance from him was getting farther.

  How is this happening?

  She stood looking down at the road under her feet. She looked up at Jia Zizai in front of her. As her gaze turned to the trees around her, she tentatively walked two steps and marked the trees she passed by. She continued to move forward. It turned out that she was making a circle around a tree.

  “Turn right when encountering a poplar tree and go straight when encountering eucalyptus.” Jia Zizai’s voice rang out.

  Hu Mei proceeded according to his method and eventually came to his side.

  “How are you feeling?”


  “It’s amazing!” Hu Mei sighed.

  “Mr. Wang is so amazing!”


  “We can’t go any further,” Jia Zizai said. “The formation under the mountain is powerful, so the one on the mountain will definitely be more magical. Let’s go to Dongshan.”


  The two of them exited the woods and walked to Dongshan Mountain along a small path. They came across Zhong Liuchuan, who was practicing.

  “Brother.”


  “You are here too.”


  “Yes, we are out to move around.”


  “That is good.”


  They practiced and exercised on the mountain.

  Dongshan and Nanshan were close to each other. One could see Nanshan Hill, but one could not see Wang Yao’s cabin or his herbal field.

  “Does Mr. Wang stay on the hill at night?”


  “As long as he is in the village, he basically lives on the mountain at night.”


  A shriek could be heard. A goshawk was hovering in the sky.

  “What a big eagle!”


  “That is one of the mountain’s three generals,” Zhong Liuchuan said.

  “General?”


  “Yeah, Mr. Wang said they are mountain guards that are very psychic.”


  “What are the other two?”


  “A dog that looks like a majestic lion and a snake. But I have never seen it,” Jia Zizai said.

  “Mr. Wang is extraordinary, and these pets are extraordinary.”


  “Hey, that’s not right,” Zhong Liuchuan hurriedly said. “Mr. Wang intentionally said that they are not pets. They are his friends.”