Elixir Supplier Chapter 431
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Chapter 431: Less Than a GodTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Forget it.” Long Yunfei shook his hand. If he didn’t change, he would have to have revenge for what he experienced. The old saying, “forgo the old grudge and smile when we meet again,” was nonsense.
But, now? He really did take it easy and let it go. There was no need for the young man to wave the bloody shirt. Some unpleasant stories could fade out as time went by as long as it was not something tied tightly like murdering his father or stealing his wife.
“Go to the sea,” he said.
“Good, I push you there,” the young man said.
Long Yunfei sat by the window overlooking the distant wavy sea. There was no sea in Qinzhou, but the mountains there were magnificently steep and marvelously lofty. Mountains had their own unique majesty and lingering charm. The sea also had its own style of being vast and mighty.
He watched ripples wave, stretching beyond the horizon. He suddenly felt his legs were reactive. He then tried to move them. It was true.
“Amazing!” he exclaimed as he laughed.
He could not contain his excitement. The young man also laughed.
…
Wang Yao had drove around Haiqu and then gone to the beach before returning to Lianshan. Several strangers were being at his home when he arrived.
“Doctor Wang, where were you?” Zhang Xiuying asked.
“What happened?” Wang Yao asked.
“We came to see you, but your clinic was closed. We had to come to your home,” Zhang Xiuying said.
“You should not have come to my home even if the clinic was closed,” Wang Yao replied seriously.
“Ah?” They people were unsure of what to do.
“Come on, let’s go to the clinic. But, you can’t come here like this again. That is my rule.” Wang Yao turned back.
They were shocked. They had no idea why Wang Yao’s character had changed suddenly. It was different from what they were told about him. They did not ask why and just followed him to the clinic. They had to abide by his rule if they wanted to see him for treatment.
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“You’d better get in line. Those who are old or in a serious condition come first,” Wang Yao said.
The first patient was man over 60 who was continuously coughing.
“How long have you suffered from a cold?” Wang Yao asked.
He knew it was a cold with inflammation in the lungs just by hearing the sound of his breath. He didn’t even need to feel his pulse.
“Ahem, more than 10 days,” the man said.
Wang Yao reached out and touched him. “It is pneumonia caused by your cold. Why not go to hospital?”
“I have gone to hospital and received medicine, but it’s no use,” the old said.
“Which medicine were you prescribed?” Wang Yao asked.
The old man told Wang Yao his prescription.
“It should have worked. Did you take the medicine as directed by the doctor?” Wang Yao asked.
“I stopped after several days because I suffered from diarrhea from it,” the old man answered.
“You have to take the medicine be based on doctor’s advice. It won’t work thoroughly if you just stop taking it. That prevents the recovery,” Wang Yao said.
“Could you prescribe some medicine for me?” the old man asked.
Wang Yao wrote a list and took out the medicines according to the prescription. It included some anti-inflammatory drugs with some herbs to tonify the body and stop the diarrhea. It was an ordinary prescription. It would be effective but not as quick-acting as the Western medicine the old man took.
“You have to take it over seven days without stopping,” Wang Yao said.
“Ok. Thank you.” The old man took the medicine and left after paying.
The second patient was a women over 40.
“Doctor Wang, my leg hurts as soon as winter comes,” she said.
Wang Yao checked it carefully. Her leg had been seriously hurt.
“Have you hurt your leg before?” he asked.
“Yes. It was broken in a car accident. It happened in winter, just like now,” she said. “It was cold, so it was not properly treated. The disease always relapses seasonally, which is quite weird.”
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Using neixi, Wang Yao massaged and pressed her leg forwards and backwards along several channels and collaterals. The women felt her leg become warm and comfortable. The previous pain went away.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“It is much better.” The women got up, moving her leg. She then walked in the room. The hurt leg was agile without any chill or tingling pain.
“You are a marvelous doctor, like a god,” she said.
“Not at all, not at all.” Wang Yao shook his head.
It was kind of overstated in his view. Anything related to a “god” was an overstated praise because general people did not deserve it.
“How much?” the woman asked.
“It is… $200.” Wang Yao hesitated. It was hard to fix a price. It could be $200 or $2,000 because no one could find his neixi anywhere but at his clinic. Moreover, ordinate massage from others now charged $50 or $100 per time, so his price was not really that high.
However, this price was actually not low for general patients given that they were charged no more than $100 for some cold or headache medicine. But, all of them above were tangible. Massage was a service.
“Ok, $200.” The women paid. However, she felt it was a bit expensive. But, her leg was cured, at least for now.
The third patient was a woman in her 30s with her son, who was about 7 or 8. He looked bad. He had no energy and bad breath when breathing.
“Doctor, my son has lost his appetite and suffers from diarrhea frequently.” she said.
“Let me check,” Wang Yao said. “It is spleen-stomach disharmony and indigestion. Has he taken some deworming medication?”
“Yes, he has,” she replied.
“There are some parasites inside his body, and it is serious,” he said.
The woman was shocked. “I gave him deworming medication based on doctor’s advice.” she said.
“I will prescribe some deworming medicine, which he will take to wipe out the parasites insides, and then we will tone his body,” Wang Yao said.
The woman agreed.
After thinking for a minute, he decided to give her a prescription based on medical cases mentioned in the Treatise on Miscellaneous Disease. It included ebony, dried tangerine peel, betel nut, rhubarb, the tuber of pinellia, the fruit of Rangoon creeper, fructus aurantii, the rhizome of Chinese goldthread, and the root of large-flowered skullcap.
“Fill the prescription and then divide them into three doses,” he said. “Each dose is for one day. Take the medicine over three days. Do not eat anything spicy, greasy or cold.”
“Ah, my son never eats that stuff,” she said.
“Good. Come back again in three days,” he replied.
The woman took her son away after paying.
…
In the village, the two houses Sun Zhengrong bought for his son were under quick construction. It had only been seven days since the foundation base had solidified and they were starting to put up the walls.
“It is too quick,” a villager said. “It needs more than 10 days for the solidification of the foundation base.”
“Ah, they say it is high-grade concrete, but who knows what’s added in that,” another villager said. “Anyway, they do what they like since they are wealthy.”
The villagers had mixed emotions. They wondered who would spend so much money building a house in such a small village instead of somewhere else.
…
In Lianshan, an old man moved his body on a heated stone bed in a shabby room.
“My dear!” he exclaimed. “I feel my toes moving.”
“What?” a woman asked.
She hurried to get up. Wearing her presbyopic glasses, she stared at his toes, which were really moving.
“Great!” She was excited.
“Ah, brilliant! That doctor Wang is so skillful and professional,” the man said.
It was a good start, just like a harbinger that indicated everything came back to life.
…
In the clinic, Wang Yao carefully recorded the symptoms, treatment, and medical history of the days’ patients so he could see the results of treatment when they returned.
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