A punch was punched out of the air.
Bang, the leaves shattered in mid-air.
The meridians are unobstructed, the qi flows throughout the body, and the internal cultivation flows endlessly. I feel that there is endless power in the body, and it seems that there is some inexplicable connection with this world.
"This is?!"
Chen Ying, who was watching not far away, stared wide-eyed.
"How can it be?"
Wang Yao's first move just now made her realize that the other party seemed to have entered a legendary realm.
"At this age?!"
She would rather she saw it wrong.
Phew, Wang Yao stopped his work. He was not out of breath even after such a strenuous exercise.
"Smooth meridians throughout the body are indeed of great benefit." Wang Yao said secretly.
Full of energy, abundant qi and blood, and free from all diseases.
With his current state of mind, he would not feel tired even if he stayed awake for three days and three nights. But normal people still need to rest, so he went into the house to rest around ten o'clock at night.
Chen Ying lay in bed and fell asleep.
That night, she thought about a lot of things, and only she knew what they were.
The next day, Wang Yao got up very early, but this time he was in his room, sitting upright on the bed, practicing meditation, which is the "skill of guidance" mentioned in the "Natural Sutra". Dharma door.
Sitting upright on the bed, forgetting both things and myself, he gradually entered a mysterious state. He heard the wind outside, the sound of falling leaves, and the chirping of birds. Then all these sounds disappeared. The whole person seemed to be in chaos. After a while, the sounds around him reappeared. The sounds of pedestrians talking outside, the occasional hawking sound, and the sound of Chen Ying busy in the kitchen became clearer, as if they were right next to his ears, right next to him. My own side is average.
Wang Yao knew that this was another step closer to his cultivation.
He himself doesn't know where his cultivation is now. He didn't have a master to teach him. He just relied on the scripture provided by the system and what he learned from the book. He learned it from Chen Xiong. For boxing, he combined what he learned from the Boxing Sutra into his own practice; secondly, he had no peers to communicate with and compare with, and there was no comparison. Kung Fu was only one aspect of practice, not the whole.
"I'm going out today." Wang Yao said to Chen Ying while eating.
"Where to go?"
"I don't need you to accompany me anymore. Someone is with me."
"Okay." Chen Ying didn't ask any more questions after hearing this.
At around ten o'clock in the morning, He Qisheng came to the small courtyard.
"Doctor Wang?"
"let's go."
He Qisheng drove Wang Yao to a community in the capital. In a relatively luxurious residence, he saw He Qisheng's mother, an old man in her seventies.
As soon as Fu met him, he could tell just by looking at his face that there was something wrong with the old man's health. His face was dull, his eyes were dull, his blood was not flowing smoothly, he was not in good spirits, and he was out of breath even while sitting on the sofa.
"Mom, this is Dr. Wang I invited. He is here specifically to treat you." He Qisheng said.
"Hello, aunt."
"Hello, Dr. Wang, please excuse me." The old man spoke in a very low voice. He didn't seem to have much strength. He was taking in more air than out.
"No trouble."
Wang Yao took her pulse and diagnosed her.
this? !
He raised his head and glanced at the old man in front of him, and then looked at He Qisheng.
"Auntie, you need more rest."
"Hey, I also feel very tired recently." The old man said.
After Wang Yao said this, he didn't say much more, but smiled and gestured to He Qisheng.
"Mom, please sit down first while I talk to Dr. Wang." He Qisheng said.
"good."
The two people went to the bedroom next to them.
"Brother Sheng, don't you know what's wrong with your aunt?" Wang Yaodao said.
By taking the pulse just now, he can basically conclude that the old man's disease is a malignant tumor, which is commonly known as "cancer". This is a terminal illness, and the difficulty of treatment is even higher than that of "difficult and complicated diseases". For Wang Yao now, it is A problem that cannot yet be solved.
"I know, but I still have a glimmer of hope. After all, your medical skills are so superb." He Qisheng said.
"You're flattering me. I can't cure this disease." Wang Yao said.
This is a problem that neither Chinese nor foreign medical circles can overcome now. At best, he is just a novice "pharmacist", not the great pharmacist who is rumored to be "good at treating all kinds of diseases."
He Qisheng's expression darkened a bit after hearing this. In fact, he had been mentally prepared for this before coming, but as he said, he still had a glimmer of hope. He had seen all kinds of miracles created by Wang Yao. Although dying people can be saved, there is no doubt that this disease can last forever.
"sorry to bother you."
"It's okay. Auntie doesn't know yet?"
"She doesn't know yet, I haven't told her, but I want to take her for treatment next month."
"How to treat it?"
"Operation."
"My suggestion is not to perform surgery immediately, but to consider other treatment methods." Wang Yao said bluntly.
There is nothing wrong with the old man suffering from a malignant tumor, but the current situation is not suitable for surgery at all. All surgeries have a certain degree of trauma to the human body and require consumption of the body's essence. This is especially true for some major surgeries, which can seriously damage the body. The origin of the human body cannot be restored for a long time. In time, it appears to be restored, or it is proved to be restored through medical testing. There are no problems with the body, but it cannot be restored to its previous state.
The old man's health is very poor, and it will get even worse after surgery. How can he fight against the disease if he is in poor health
"What do you mean?"
"My suggestion is conservative treatment." Wang Yaodao.
"How to treat conservatively?"
"You also study medicine, right?"
"yes."
"Are you studying Chinese medicine?"
"First Chinese medicine, then Western medicine." He Qisheng said bluntly that he used to be obsessed with Chinese medicine, but later changed his mind because of an incident and turned to study Western medicine. After seeing Wang Yao's miraculous medical skills, he recently started to relearn what he had given up in the past. Picked it up.
“Would you like to try Chinese medicine?”
"Does Dr. Wang have a good method?" He Qisheng asked.
"Well, not yet." Wang Yao said after thinking for a moment.
He really hasn't considered treatment options in this area.
"I'll let you know when I have an idea."
"Thank you then."
He Qisheng was very polite, which made Wang Yao feel a little uncomfortable. Originally, the other party warmly invited him to stay and have dinner together, but Wang Yao refused.
After returning to the small hospital from He Qisheng's home, he also recorded the illness of He Qisheng's mother in his notebook. He now has two notebooks, one records ordinary patient cases, and the other records some "difficulties" "Miscellaneous diseases", such as the few cases he treated.
Tumors of bad habits reproduce very quickly and erode normal body tissues. In traditional Chinese medicine, they are not called such tumors, but are classified as swellings and sores.
Conservative treatment methods still focus on dredging qi and blood, regulating qi and removing blood stasis, and regulating yin and yang.
"Doctor Wang?" Chen Ying's voice came from outside.
"Please come in."
Chen Ying heard the sound and pushed open the door.
"Is something wrong?"
"Can I ask you a favor?" Chen Ying said after hesitating for a moment.
"Speaking."
"I would like to ask your help to see a patient."
"Patient, what does this have to do with you?"
Even if it is an acquaintance, a non-relative, or a reliable person, Wang Yao will generally not visit him.
"My brother."
"In the capital?"
"yes."
"Okay, let's go in the afternoon?"
"Okay, thank you very much. I'll make arrangements right away." Chen Ying said happily after hearing this.
"Your smile is much prettier." Wang Yao said.
Just now, Chen Ying's smile was different from those in the past. It was joy from the heart, not a facial expression, but more for "coping".
In the afternoon, Chen Ying drove Wang Yao out in his car.
"Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?" Wang Yao asked curiously.
It's not that Chen Ying doesn't want to talk, but she has her own difficulties.
"Because of the rules?"
"That's right." Chen Ying said after being silent for a while.
"Then do you like your current job?" Wang Yaodao said.
He knew that there were many people like Chen Ying, who specialized in serving those rich and nobles and doing special things.
"I can't say I like it, but I'm luckier than most people, right?"