Chapter 905: Big Heart, Big Body

Chapter 905: Big Heart, Big Body

The old man was jolly and bright. He had a very good mental state. He was not in the same situation as when he had arrived at the clinic a few months ago. Back then, there was a frown locked on his brows and his face sad.

The old man had come with something. It was a plastic bag that contained a chicken. "Come, Xiao Yao, this is a stupid chicken I killed today. Fry it or put it in a stew. It's delicious." He had raised it in his house, so it hadn't eaten any feed. He had just fed it beans, corn, and other things. It was absolutely natural.

"There is no need, Uncle," Wang Yao hurriedly said. His family was also raising them. The hens laid eggs while they raised the roosters to be killed and eaten when they were grown.

"I've already got it here. I want you to take it," Wang Yilong said with a smile.

In the end, Wang Yao was not able to reject it. He had no choice but to accept it before treating the old man.

"Very good. You have recovered well," Wang Yao said with a smile.

The old man's recovery speed was much faster than he had expected, which was probably the reason for his positive mental state. He had a big heart, a big body, and a good mentality. With the effect of the medicine, he was able to yield twice the results with half the effort. Some people could survive for several years or even more than 10 years after they had gotten a terminal illness. However, some people could not even survive for a few months once they found out about their illness. That was the mentality. Their mentality had been broken. They scared themselves to death.

"Yep, I think it's getting better as well," the old man said. "I've been to the mountains twice in recent days."

"You can't go to Xishan Hill, Uncle." Wang Yao did not forget to remind him.

"Don't worry, I know," the old man said. "The place I went to was not Xishan. It was Dongshan Mountain. Alas, it's getting colder and colder this winter. Are those herbs alright? Do I need to cover the earth with mulch or something else?"

"No, there is no need." Wang Yao smiled and waved his hand.

"It won't be a problem."

Although the weather was cold, the herbs grew in nature and could endure the cold. Moreover, Dongshan Mountain had been affected by Nanshan Hill's climate, so it was not that cold anymore. The spirit gathering battle array Wang Yao arranged not only affected Nanshan Hill, but it also affected the nearby hills. It was slowly spreading around.

"Continue using the medication." According to the present situation, Wang Yao estimated that in less than two months, all his diseases would disappear. He would be cured.

"Ah, yes," the old man said with a smile.

"Well, are you free today?" asked Wang Zecheng, who had not spoken.

"My older sister may be coming back today," Wang Yao replied.

"Oh, another day then." Wang Yao had taken such good care of their family, but Wang Zecheng had not done much about it. He wanted to invite Wang Yao to have a meal at his house.

"Did you go to work in the pharmaceutical factory?" Wang Yao asked.

"Well, yes," Wang Zecheng said.

Because Wang Yao had said something, he was placed in a good position. The workload was light and could be considered easy, but the salary was not any less. It was much better than the place where he used to work, where he had to slog away and work overtime. The key was that he had a fixed work time, as well as weekends and holidays off. He was very satisfied and grateful to Wang Yao.

"Are you still satisfied with it?"

"Definitely satisfied. Almost too satisfied," Wang Zecheng said.

"That's good." Wang Yao smiled.

The father and son stayed at the clinic for a while before leaving. It was mainly because Wang Yilong was especially talkative. Since there were no patients, Wang Yao had accompanied him to chat. The two talked a lot about various topics. Wang Zecheng stayed to the side and didn't intervene much.

After leaving the hospital, Wang Zecheng smiled and asked, "Dad, are you happy today?" He could feel that his father was very happy. There had been a smile on his face since he had gotten up in the morning.

"Yes," the old man said with a happy smile.

"Should we have a couple of drinks at noon?"

"Well, are you allowed to drink?"

"You can drink, just drink less." Wang Yao's words came from the clinic. The father and son were not far away, so he could still hear clearly their conversations.

"No way! You could even hear that!" Wang Zecheng looked back in surprise.

"Alright, it's fine even if he hears it." The old man smiled and waved his hand. "He already said that I can drink. Let's just have a couple of glasses."

Wang Zecheng thought, It's not a couple of glasses. He only said to drink a little. That was what he thought, but he did not speak it out loud because the old man was very happy. He was also very happy. Recently, he had asked Wang Yao about his father. He was told that his father's illness was going to be cured.

When he heard the news, he couldn't believe his ears. What kind of disease was this? It was an incurable disease. Countless big hospitals could not treat it. They could only watch as people slowly lost weight, suffered from the pain, and finally gave up and died. Yet, the man, who was younger than him, had cured his father. He had indeed been cured. If this were to spread, it would cause unimaginable shock.

"Now that I think about it, it was fortunate that we didn't sell our house," the old man suddenly said.

"Well, yes."

Originally, they had wanted to sell all their houses and move to live in the county, but the old man had insisted that they keep the place. At that time, in his opinion, all golden nests and silver nests were not as good as his own dog's nest. People were usually nostalgic when they were old. Besides, he might not be used to living in the building outside. His son's house had recently been built, so it would have been a pity to sell it. He sold his original old house and replaced it with a new building. The old man could let his son and his family live in the city. The old man still hoped to live in the mountain village. After all, he had lived here for several decades. It was hard for him to leave his hometown.

Now, it seemed that his original decision was right. There were fewer people left in the village, but those who stayed were almost the same age. They all got along well. They would have idle chats about common stuff. More importantly, Wang Yao's clinic was there. It was much more convenient for him to get treatment there.

As the father and son talked, a car came to the village and stopped outside the clinic.

It bore a license plate from another place.

"Is that a car from Dao?"

"Did they come from so far just to find Xiao Yao for treatment?"

Three people got out of the car. It was a family of three. The couple appeared to be in their 30s and seemed healthy. There was a child, likely around 6 or 7, with them. The boy did not look well. His eyes were not energetic as if he had not had a good rest the previous night.

"Is the right place?"

"Yes, this is the place," the man said.

"Let's go in."

The family of three entered the clinic. They went past the gate and into the lower courtyard. Although it was winter, there were still a few shades of green in the small courtyard, which significantly improved peoples' moods. Moreover, the temperature in the courtyard was not as cold as it was outside.

The family saw Wang Yao, who was reading medical books. He was just like the rumors said. He was very young.

"Hello, Dr. Wang."

"Hello, have a sit. Who will I be treating?" Though he had asked that, Wang Yao had already glanced at the little boy.

His complexion is terrible!

"Please take a look at our child. He has this red rash all the time." When the woman said this, she lifted the child's clothes to show his abdomen and back. There was a fine and dense rash speckled across the child. It was about the size of small grains of rice. It looked a little terrifying.

"Are there any other symptoms?" Wang Yao asked.

"Well, he doesn't like eating," the woman said. "He can't sleep well at night and is prone to diarrhea."

Their son had suffered from this disease for quite some time. He had gone to all the decent hospitals in Dao and taken all sorts of Western and traditional Chinese medicines but nothing worked. Later, they had heard that there was a young doctor in a village who was very skilled in medicine. They did a search on Weibo and found that there had been people from Dao who had gone there for treatment. All of them had been cured. So, the couple took the time and effort to bring their child to the clinic.

"Let me take a look," Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Don't be afraid." He soothed the child with a somewhat timid gaze and soft voice.

It was not a big problem. Poison had gotten into his blood. The Yin and Yang were out of balance, which resulted in the red rash. The amount of medicine he had taken in recent months was significant. Medicine was also three parts poison. His internal organs were damaged, so his spirit was naturally unwell. A loss of appetite and diarrhea were all normal symptoms.

"Doctor?" the woman asked.

"It's not a big problem," Wang Yao said. "He'll be fine after taking some medicine."

"Really?" The woman could not believe her ears. In recent months, she and her husband had been running around for the sake of her son's illness. They had been to the hospitals in Dao and the provincial city. They might not even have gone to the clinic and instead gone to Jing if it had not been for a friend's recommendation.