Night, quiet and heavy.
Wang Yao was outside the hut, looking up at the sky.
He was observing the sky, thinking, and a lot of knowledge was rolling around in his mind. This was the Tao "massage" knowledge he had just learned. It is said that this was the earliest medical practice that appeared in the "Qi Bo Jing". The technique is broad and profound, involving the body’s meridians, organs, bones and other organs.
Um
Wang Yao discovered that this medical skill could actually be used in conjunction with his own inner breath.
"It's time to give this a try to see what kind of effect it has."
The next day, Zhou Xiong and his son arrived in Lianshan County. The house he rented had been rented for a few more months before leaving, so they lived there temporarily before the time came.
"Xiao Kang, take a rest first. We'll go to your uncle Wang Yao's place in the afternoon."
"I got it, Dad."
Zhou Xiong then called Wang Yao, and after confirming that he was on the mountain in the afternoon, he made an appointment to visit.
In the afternoon, the weather was clear and the sun was shining brightly.
Zhou Xiong and his son arrived at the foot of Nanshan Mountain at around two o'clock. When they looked up, they saw that the mountain had become lush and full of vegetation.
"It's only been a few days, but so much has changed!"
They went up the mountain, and the local dog barked twice.
"Hello, Sanxian?" Xiaokang greeted the native dog with a smile.
"Brother Zhou, Xiaokang, sit in the room."
"Dr. Wang, I'm disturbing you again." Zhou Xiong said.
"What are you talking about?" Wang Yao made a pot of tea for them.
"By the way, before coming here, my father specially asked me to give you a special gift. I hope you like it." As he spoke, Zhou Xiong took out a package from the backpack he was carrying. After opening it, there was A book, an ancient book bound with thread, which looks a bit historical. There are two ancient characters on the cover, but they are "Fist Sutra".
"What is this?" Wang Yao took the book and flipped through two pages. It was an ancient book about boxing and kung fu, which was equivalent to the "martial arts secret book" in the novel.
"This is the boxing scripture passed down by my family. It records a lot of martial arts. It has a history of more than a hundred years at least."
"I can't ask for such an expensive thing." After hearing what Zhou Xiong said, Wang Yao immediately realized that this ancient book was probably a family heirloom of the other party. This gift was too expensive, but he couldn't accept it.
"We, the Zhou family, all keep the things in this in our minds. As my old man said, rather than leaving it there to mold, it is better to give it to someone who likes it. Besides, you are a great kindness to our Zhou family. I can't think of it." Report." Zhou Xiong said.
"I still can't take it." Wang Yao smiled and waved his hand.
Zhou Xiong must give it away.
"Let's do this. I'll come up with a compromise plan. I'll borrow this book temporarily for one year and return it to your Zhou family after one year. How about that?" Wang Yao really likes kung fu.
"Okay." Zhou Xiong agreed happily after hearing this.
"Come, let me see Xiaokang's illness."
With new medical skills, there is just a place to put them to use.
The child's arms were still as skinny as firewood, without any vitality, just like a piece of dead wood.
The meridians are blocked, and this arm is actually useless.
"I'll give you a massage. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me in time."
"OK."
Wang Yao began to massage his arm gently. During the massage, the inner breath circulated and then gathered on his right hand. Wang Yao's right hand began to heat up, even a little hot, but it still had little effect on Xiaokang's body. Because of the blockage of his veins, some of his nerves have become necrotic. It's like old equipment that has become rotten and can no longer be used.
Zhou Wukang suddenly moved his arm.
"What's the matter, Xiaokang?"
"It feels a little hot." Zhou Wukang said.
A little hot
Wang Yao controlled his internal energy, slowly weakening it, and basically just used techniques to help him restore the meridians of his arm.
Press, knead, push, use your fingers and palms together.
"Dr. Wang, I never thought that your massage skills are so amazing!" Zhou Xiong praised. This was the first time he saw Wang Yao perform such a technique. He admired him from the bottom of his heart. He could tell that Wang Yao knew the acupoints. It is extremely accurate, because he is a martial arts practitioner and is no stranger to the meridians and acupuncture points of the human body. Wang Yao's massage just now was performed along the meridians and acupoints in his arms. For this reason alone, ordinary doctors It's absolutely impossible.
"I just learned it too," Wang Yao said.
"Just now, don't be ridiculous!" Zhou Xiong said with a smile. Even people with no eyesight can see that it is impossible to master such a technique without years of hard training.
Haha, Wang Yao just smiled after hearing this.
Wang Yao mainly massaged his arms, but also extended it to his shoulders and back. It took nearly an hour to complete the massage.
"How about being well-off? How do you feel?" Wang Yao said.
"Well, my body feels warm, especially on this side of my arm." Zhou Wukang said.
"Let me test your pulse." Wang Yaoyou tested his pulse, and there were some subtle changes in the pulse.
"You still live in the same place where you rented a house?"
"yes."
"Okay, let's do this for now. If you have time, bring Xiaoyao over and I'll give him a massage, which will help with the treatment and recovery of the disease."
"Thank you then."
"Thank you uncle."
"Well-behaved Xiaokang." Wang Yao said with a smile. He liked this strong and sensible child very much.
"Uncle, can I go out and take a look?"
"sure."
Zhou Xiong and his son walked around Nanshan, but they deliberately avoided the medicine field, because when they got there, a shiny-haired native dog stopped them and prevented them from moving forward. They probably guessed that It was a "forbidden area" in this area, so I avoided it very wisely.
"Dad, I feel very comfortable here."
"Yeah, I feel it too." This time, Zhou Xiong felt it very clearly. On this mountain, his body felt comfortable from the inside out.
"Looking at the trees on the mountain, which are not particularly lush, it does feel very comfortable. I wonder what magic method Dr. Wang uses?"
Although this mountain was very comfortable, it was not his place. After staying here for a while, the father and his son said goodbye and left.
Wang Yao watched them go down the mountain and then entered the house.
"Could it be because of Feng Shui?" Such a thought suddenly appeared in Zhou Xiong's mind after going down the mountain.
After entering the room, Wang Yao immediately recorded the subtle changes in the pulse after the massage treatment.
"This is a classic intractable disease."
Xiaokang, Secretary Yang’s mother, Wei Hai, Mr. Sun’s son who is far away in the island city, the woman from the capital whom he has never met, and Zhou Wuyou from the Zhou family in Cangzhou, the illnesses of these people are all considered difficult problems recognized by the system There are many miscellaneous diseases, and Wang Yao has never cured any of these diseases.
The road is still long.
"The meridians are blocked. There should be a prescription that has not been used yet."
Wang Yao had received two prescriptions as rewards when he completed the previous tasks, one of which was "Tongluo Powder", which can dredge meridians, activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis.
This is a prescription provided by the system, and it is definitely not comparable to ordinary medicines.
"Want two kinds of spiritual herbs?"
In addition to several ordinary medicinal materials, this prescription also requires two spiritual herbs.
Purple Rain: activates blood circulation, relieves depression, and unblocks meridians.
Wuteng: strengthens the muscles and veins.
He has both of these spiritual herbs here, but he doesn't have enough time to use them, and he has to use exchange points to redeem them through the drug store, and the value is not enough.
"It looks like we can only wait."
After recording his thoughts, he took out the boxing book that Zhou Xiong had brought over and looked through it carefully. Just as Zhou Xiong and his son had guessed, he did have a deep love for Kung Fu. This was actually true. Originating from the martial arts dream in his heart, most boys have a martial arts dream deep in their hearts, longing to be able to dress up and fight, fight in the world, and become a master who is famous all over the world. Wang Yao is no exception. No one can explain clearly what Jianghu is, but there is a very core word:
"Martial Arts".
Flying over eaves and walls, breaking monuments and cracking stones, picking flowers and hurting people...
These martial arts may not all be fake. Maybe they really existed but have been lost.
The ancient book sent by Zhou Xiong is definitely as simple as a hundred years old, because many of the words on it are ancient characters. It is said to be a boxing classic, but it is more like a person's martial arts insights.
He was so engrossed in reading that he even forgot to go down the mountain to have lunch. He watched until the afternoon. When the sky was getting dark outside, he just put away the Boxing Sutra.
"What a book!" He couldn't help but praise.
Martial arts and medicine are both the quintessence of the country, and they are profound and profound. However, due to certain relationships, many of the essential things have been lost to the present. Some people regard them as secret knowledge and family heirlooms, and they are not exposed easily. This has advantages and disadvantages.
It is indeed rare for someone from the Zhou family to have this kind of heart and courage.
"Xiao Yao, when your second aunt comes back on May Day, why don't you go to Weicheng to pick her up?" Wang Yao's mother said during dinner.
"Okay, no problem." Wang Yao agreed happily. His two aunts were very kind to him when he was young.
Ten or twenty years ago, living conditions were poor. In addition to farming, there were not as many side jobs as there are today in the countryside. Wang Yao was the first child in the two families, and his second aunt and aunt were particularly fond of him. She doesn't want to spend the money she makes to buy toys and delicious food for him.
His second uncle was a soldier. He settled down there after majoring in the capital, and then took his second aunt and sister over. They were lucky enough to buy a house relatively early, so they were still living in the capital. With a foothold in the market, if it were placed now, the housing prices would definitely not be affordable by working-class people like them.
"How many days will you stay here this time?"
"Three days."
"So short?"
"Well, your uncle's mother has cancer and is probably dying. He came back to see you. It happened that your second aunt and your sister were also on vacation and came back together. In fact, they didn't want to come back. You don't know, your second uncle But it’s hard to make a living. Not to mention the round-trip fare, just going home to visit relatives and comrades will cost several thousand yuan, which is equivalent to his monthly salary.”