Chapter 510: No Plant

Wang Yao did not let them bother him. He had experienced many situations and encountered various people like that.

There were some people who felt others had ulterior motives when they were kindly reminded. They often saw those sweet-mouthed people as good people and did not recognize when they had just been stabbed in the back.

Around 5 p.m., a family came into the clinic. It was the attractive, drug-addicted girl and her parents.

“You?” Wang Yao was surprised.

“Doctor, can you please check Xiaofeng. What about her disease?” her mother asked.

Under their careful watch, or rather surveillance, their daughter had behaved well. There were no signs of relapse. They were really happy but still a bit worried, which was they dropped in to see the doctor.

Wang Yao looked at her face, which was ruddy. Her eyes were lustrous. He listened to the sound of her breath, which was even and strong.

When he smelled her, there were no other special body odors except for the light fragrance of her cosmetics. She was normal and healthy.

“She’s recovered,” Wang Yao said.

“Ah?” The family of three was in a daze for a second. “Re… Really?”

They could not believe it. The several times they come to the clinic he always felt her pulse. This time, he said no problem by just looking at her.

“Really. It should be no problem as long as you never touch that stuff again,” Wang Yao said.

“Ah, that is good, that is good.” Her parents were very happy. “Sorry to have disturbed you. What about the fee?”

“You don’t have to pay.” Wang Yao shook the man’s hand and smiled.

“Since you have recovered, you’d better not touch that stuff again,” the man sternly said to his daughter.

“OK, I will never touch it again. I promise,” He Xiaofeng said.

The family went away happily but still had a little lingering doubt.

“Do you think we should take Xiaofeng to a hospital to have a check?” the girl’s mother asked.

“Why? Didn’t Dr. Wang just say it was no problem?” He Xiaofeng’s father replied.

“But, I’m still worried,” his wife said. “What if he is wrong?”

“What do you mean? Do you hope our girl’s in trouble?” her husband asked.

“Ah, I don’t mean that,” his wife said.

“Alright, Dad and Mom, stop your quarrelling,” He Xiaofeng said. “I will go to hospital to have a check. Do you think it is alright?”

“Good,” her mother smiled and said.

Another person was cured. Wang Yao felt a sense of achievement every time he cured a patient. What’s more, there was another benefit. It gave him empirical value. With the growing numbers of patients coming for treatment, his experience was increasing daily, almost exceeding half of the bar. An update would not be far off.

He also knew via his treatment that the acquirement of empirical value was proportional to how difficult the disease he treated was. For example, a treated patient with “difficult miscellaneous disease” could be equal to the achievement of treating a hundred patients with a headache and cold, possibly more.

The next day, Wang Yao hung a plate stating he would out on the door of the clinic. He did not plan to receive new patients for the afternoon. Instead, he wanted to make a house call.

He went to an elderly couple’s house without telling Pan Jun.

“Dr. Wang. Please come into the room.” The two elders saw him. They were really happy.

When he came into the room, he saw the old man doing some activity on crutches.

“Uncle, you look much better,” Wang Yao said.

“I must demonstrate my appreciation to you,” the old man said.

“Let me give you a check,” Wang Yao said. “You can have a rest for now.”

The old man was recovering well. He no longer had to take medicine. Wang Yao gave him an acupuncture and massage to stimulate his body, especially his limbs. This helped the old man facilitate his own rehabilitation.

“Aunt, you look a bit worse a bit,” Wang Yao said. “You have to take care of yourself.”

“I’ve recently had a cold,” the old woman said.

Her face was a bit sallow and pale, which was unhealthy. She also made a whir sound when breathing, which was shortness of breath. Additionally, there was sputum stuck in her throat.

“Come on, let me give you a check.” This time, he had come without any medication to cure a cold. He could only give her a massage. It could treat her from the surface to the inside, but it could not equal the medication treatment.

To ensure the effect of the treatment, he used neixi. During the treatment process, the old woman continuously coughed, spitting out the thick sputum. Then, she felt her breath was smoother.

“Ah, I feel better now that I’ve spit the sputum out,” the old woman said with a long breath of relief. “These days, I always felt some sputum in my throat, but I could not spit it out.”

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“I remember there was some fried dandelion when I came here last time,” Wang Yao said.

“Yeah, there is still some which I did not drink up,” the old woman said.

“You could drink some more properly if you soak it in water, which is good,” Wang Yao said. “I see there is a health care clinic in the village. You could get some medicine there.”

“Good, I will,” the old woman said.

After the treatment, Wang Yao chatted with couple for a while before leaving.

…

In Lianshan…

“Director Ding, what’s happened? Why am I not on the list?” a man asked.

“Ah, the names are given from the higher-up, so I have no way,” Director Ding said.

“Could you think of another way?” the man asked.

“There is no way unless you can persuade the municipal party secretary or the mayor,” Director Ding said.

“Then…” The man was quickly interrupted.

“Enough of that. I have a meeting to join in a bit. You can go if that is all,” Director Ding said.

“OK, sorry to have disturbed you,” the man said.

The director stared at the list after the man left. “Who is Wang Yao? I have never heard of him!”

The county leader had called him in person to add the name, which was very rare since it was just a selection.

…

The sky was still gray in Jing. In the health care center, Chen Ying and her younger brother were talking with the chief doctor.

“During this period, his condition has been very steady, and his consciousness is very clear,” the doctor said.

“That’s good. Thanks,” Chen Ying said.

“When will Dr. Wang come again?” the doctor asked.

“Ah, I don’t know.” Chen Ying smiled. She had been asked that question by many people, including Su Xiaoxue, Chen Lao, the person in the Wu family, and even Guo Zhenghe.

It was strange that a man could draw the attention of so many people, especially since they were all unusual people.

…

In the morning, it was bleak. There were only some pines occasionally visible on the mountain. A shadow ran quickly on the mountain. It was as if it was flying from Nanshan to the west side. It then swooped down.

It was Wang Yao. There was a pine in a bottomland, which was only 2-foot high. He went into the bottomland to water it. The pine had badly grown. Many pine needles had fallen off, and the branches were almost bald.

Wang Yao could not only treat people but also cure plants. One of the abilities he first learned was how to cure medical herbs. Medical herbs did not only mean grass. It also involved some trees, some of which could be added in medicine like eucommia ulmoides, the fruit of loquat, and pine needles.

There could be many reasons for the pine’s poor growth. It was a big problem that he had transplanted the tree since winter was an improper time to transplant or plant trees. He tried to overcome this problem by using the ancient spring water. It was not his first time to do that. He had actually succeeded many times before. This time he could tell he would soon fail.

The poor soil was another problem. It was unusual that there was no plant. In other places on the mountain, even in winter, there was withered and yellow grass in the gap of the mountainous stones. Here, it was like the head of a monk.

The soil? He had checked it one last time. The soil should not have been too much than the soil in Nanshan.

After a while, he went to another plain. The growing condition of the pine there was like that in the bottomland.

This is weird! He watered it and looked at it carefully but found nothing. Come back.

He suddenly went up to the mountain quickly like a big bird. He walked on the mountain, stepping more than 30 feet at a time like he was flying. When a stone below his feet cracked, he was already 60 feet away. Teleporting in a moment was like that.

He came to the outside of the medical field and yelled inside, “San Xian!”

The dog came out, shaking its tail. It seemed very happy.

“Come on, let’s take a walk outside,” Wang Yao said.

Woof! Woof!

A man and his dog walked quickly on the mountain.

In deep winter, it was too cold to reach out the hands. Nobody would go up the mountain. Naturally, no one would see the fantastic scene of a person and his dog flying on the mountain.

In a moment, they came to the bottomland.

Woof! Woof! The dog seemed to sense something. He had an unusual response once he was close to the bottomland.