Chapter 501: Loads of Nonsense

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Do you think your apology will make any difference?” Lu Xiaomei coldly asked. She hadn’t change her attitude toward Yue Chongyang.

The man whom she used to trust very much had done something she could never forgive. He destroyed their family and changed the path of life of every family member. The damage to their daughter was uncountable. She would never forgive him.

“I know I have done something you will never forgive the rest of your life. I’ll try my best to make it up to you and Xiaoxiao. Please take care of Xiaoxiao when I am overseas,” Yue Chongyang said.

“She is also my daughter,” Lu Xiaomei coldly said.

“Let me know if you need me to do anything,” Yue Chongyang said.

“Say goodbye to Xiaoxiao before you leave,” Lu Xiaomei replied.

“Sure,” Yue Chongyang said.

Xiaoxiao was still in tears when Yue Chongyang was about to leave. His heart broke since Xiaoxiao looked so sad. He had to pay for his own mistake.

“Aye!” He sighed after he had left the apartment.

He wouldn’t have betrayed his family if he had known things would turn out to be like this. However, what had happened had happened.

…

Wang Yao was treating Pan Jun’s uncle, who could finally get out of bed. He had been recovering well.

“Could you please take the decoction first?” Wang Yao suggested.

“OK,” Pan Jun’s uncle replied.

Thirty minutes after Pan Jun’s uncle had taken the decoction, Wang Yao gave him a massage to facilitate the flow of Qi and blood in his body. Then, Wang Yao gave him an acupuncture therapy to reinforce the effect of the massage.

When a person got old, it didn’t mean every single organ was deteriorating. Even a dying tree could sprout new leaves. Wang Yao was trying to bring youth into the old man’s life.

“You should be able to get there in about a week,” Wang Yao said.

Getting there meant that the old man would be able to get out of bed and be mobile. Through gentle exercises, the old man would be able to gain full mobility back. The process would take some time.

“Great, thank you!” The old man was very happy.

Following the treatment, Wang Yao declined the old man’s invitation for dinner, although the old man insisted.

“This is great,” Pan Jun said.

“What?” Wang Yao was confused.

“Teacher, I think your massage skill is brilliant,” Pan Jun sincerely said. He increasingly believed in Wang Yao’s extraordinary medical skills. He decided that he must grasp such wonderful skills.

“I’ve told you not to call me teacher,” Wang Yao said.

“Why not? I really want to learn from you,” Pan Jun replied. “I don’t mean to learn everything. I just want to learn the massage skills.”

It didn’t sound like he was asking too much, but he was asking too much. Wang Yao’s massage skills originated in ancient China. His skills were extraordinary, way better than modern massage.

“By the way, how is your knowledge in acupuncture points and meridians?” Wang Yao asked.

“I’m still learning,” Pan Jun replied. He had spent most of his time studying acupuncture points and meridians. He had declined to attend a number of social activities. This really surprised his family members, especially his father.

His father was happy as well as surprised. It was always good to grasp more treatment methods as a doctor.

“Who are you learning these from?” Pan Jun’s father asked.

“Oh, a friend. No, he’s my teacher now,” Pan Jun said.

“A friend? Is he young?” His father frowned slightly.

“Yes, he is young. He is even younger than me,” Pan Jun said.

Pan Jun was 35 years old. His children were in primary school. Wang Yao was only 27 years old. He wasn’t even married yet.

“Even younger than you?” Pan Jun’s father was surprised.

“Although he is young, he is really a fantastic doctor,” Pan Jun said. “He’s been treating uncle. You’ve seen uncle lately. Hasn’t he been recovering well?”

“I see,” Pan Jun’s father replied.

As an ex-Traditional Chinese Medicine Practitioner, Pan Jun’s father had seen his cousin. He didn’t think he could make his cousin any better. He was afraid that his cousin would spend the rest of his life in bed. It was not the first time Pan Jun’s father had seen a person suffering from a massive stroke. It really surprised him that his cousin could get out of bed through treatment, especially since the person providing the treatment was a young man.

“Try your best to learn,” Pan Jun’s father said.

“Of course,” Pan Jun said.

In the hospital, his career seemed to be stranded at a bottleneck. He felt he had lost his purpose and motivation. He just went to work, got out of work, and drank with friends every day, like many people of his age.

But, why could some people reach higher than average people? They worked hard and had good opportunities and goals. A life without goals was like a ship lost in the ocean, which could float anywhere. A person should have different goals at different stages of life. Goals motivated a person.

“Drive safely,” Pan Jun’s father said.

“Sure,” Pan Jun said.

They separated at a T junction. One went home. One went back to the town.

On the same day, Sun Zhengrong came to the village from Dao late in the afternoon. Sun Yunsheng was very happy to see his father.

In the evening, Sun Zhengrong paid Wang Yao a visit with a lot of presents.

“Hello, welcome. Please come in.” Zhang Xiuying invited him into the house warmly.

“I’m sorry to disturb you like his,” Sun Zhengrong said with a smile. “I’m here to thank you.”

“You don’t need to bring anything,” Wang Yao said.

“No, I must! You have done me a big favor. I could even say you’ve changed my life,” Sun Zhengrong replied.

Wang Yao had saved his life, as well as his son’s life. He had also saved the life of his best employee. Nothing was more important than one’s life. Love and freedom were nonsense compared to one’s life.

“I don’t know how to thank you enough. Dr. Wang, from now on, whatever you want me to do within my capability, I’ll try my best to do it for you,” Sun Zhengrong said.

This was a serious promise. Some people never kept their promises. Sun Zhengrong was not one of them.

“I will keep in mind your promise,” Wang Yao seriously said.

He was not a recluse with no desire. He still lived in the same world. He still had family members. And, he was not capable of everything. He still needed help from time to time.

Sun Zhengrong only stayed for about 10 minutes. He kept his words succinct.

“Son, are these things all expensive?” Wang Yao’s mother asked as she was looking at the presents with English on the package.

“Don’t worry about the price, just enjoy it,” Wang Yao replied.

It was cold and windy at night. A shadow of a person flashed on the pathway on the hill. Wang Yao crossed over 30 feet with one hop. His body was surrounded by Qi. Nothing could hurt him.

Two people arrived in Haiqu at night.

“Is this the right place?” one of them asked.

“No, he’s in Lianshan, where Chen Boyuan was,” the other man said.

“He came for Su Xiaoxue?” the first man asked.

“Yes. You’ve seen Su Xiaoxue’s recovery. It is astonishing,” the other man said.

“Exactly, even the best practitioners in Beijing couldn’t cure her. The doctor you mentioned must be unique to be able to cure Su Xiaoxue,” the first man said.

“I just don’t know how to convince him to help us,” the other man said.

While in Beijing, he had encountered Wang Yao one time.