"one day ago."
"Why don't you tell me how long you want to stay?"
"It depends, about a week."
"When are you free?" Guo Zhenghe asked.
"What's wrong?"
"There are a few friends who would like to meet you."
"Let's talk about it later," Wang Yao said with a smile.
He actually didn't want to know too many of these young men.
"good."
After staying here for a while, Guo Zhenghe said goodbye and left. Before leaving, he did not forget to say hello to Chen Ying who was busy in the room.
After Guo Zhenghe left, Chen Ying came out of the house.
"This Mr. Guo is quite well-informed!"
In the two days since he arrived, Wang Yao had not had contact with anyone else except the Su family and his second aunt's family. Mr. Guo had already known the news and came to visit.
"Well, his connections are indeed quite broad."
Chen Ying obviously didn't like Mr. Guo very much, and was even a little afraid, so he stayed in the house just now and did not come out. Wang Yao noticed this earlier, and he was also very puzzled. , why she had such a reaction, but she didn't ask.
After chatting with Chen Ying for a while, Chen Ying entered the house, and Wang Yao sat alone in the yard looking at the sky. It wasn't until after nine o'clock that he got up and came to the middle of the yard.
Then he stands in the middle, circulates the inner breath in his body, and releases it to the outside, connecting and communicating with the "breath" in the courtyard. The "breath" he releases is like a lead, an opportunity, and some kind of guidance. Then, he had a feeling that the air around him could be "touched" and "pulled", like soft gauze.
He waved his hand gently, and the "gauze" started to move. When the "breath" moved, it became wind.
Then the wind started blowing in the courtyard, making the plants rustle.
Chen Ying looked out of his room and saw Wang Yao practicing. There was a very strange method, or there was no method at all. Wherever he passed, the leaves rustled, but the leaves farther away were still. .
The wind was driven by his actions.
Fists and kicks create wind. Some kung fu masters can do it even when they move extremely fast, but Wang Yao's movements are extremely slow and gentle. It feels like Tai Chi, but not quite. But there is a whistling wind, this skill is really amazing!
Wang Yao also became interested and kept practicing in the yard. It was almost twelve o'clock in the night before he stopped and went into the house to rest.
In the small courtyard, leaves fell all over the ground.
In the early morning, there was light rain in the sky.
Thin, cool,
Autumn rain is like silk,
This kind of weather is suitable for making a cup of tea, reading a book, or simply doing nothing and just looking at the rain outside the window quietly. For some people, rainy days are days for sleeping. Such a day is also suitable for sleeping. .
Wang Yao and Chen Ying came to the treatment center where his younger brother was staying.
After getting out of the car, Chen Ying handed Wang Yao an umbrella.
"Thanks."
Because they have practiced for a long time, the people in this treatment center have been waiting there for a long time. Chen Ying is a special customer and the annual fee he pays is very high. Naturally, a for-profit medical institution like them must take good care of it. The person who entertains her will try her best to satisfy her requests.
"Hello, Miss Chen." They were greeted by a middle-aged woman, not tall, thin, but in good spirits.
"Hello, Dean Fu."
"I have already made arrangements, please come with me."
Then she led the way, and the two of them followed.
"Aim on point this time, don't have any problems."
"I think our views need to change in this multi-party meeting."
"In the long run, gold is still a hard currency."
"Let me tell you, I am a descendant of the Empress of the Tang Dynasty, and I still have a sword at home given by Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty."
Along the way, Wang Yao heard many conversations among patients.
Very exciting and imaginative.
"arrive."
Dean Fu took them to a separate treatment room. Inside was a young man who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old. He had delicate features and was sitting quietly on a chair, his eyes calm and focused.
"Xiao Zhou?" Chen Ying said softly.
"Why can't I break his red-sleeved sword with my sad sword?"
From the moment he opens his mouth, there is a strong martial arts style.
"Dr. Wang, are you looking at this?"
"I'll try." Wang Yao walked up to him with a smile.
"Who are you?" Chen Ying's younger brother stared at Wang Yao.
"The person who treats you."
"Can you resolve the alien energy in my body?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, I know Yi Jin Jing." Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Impossible. The Yi Jin Jing is a secret that is not taught in Shaolin. Only a few people such as the abbot of Shaolin and the director of Luohan Hall have been able to practice it in the past. How did you get it? Who are you? Did you kill Xuan Cheng?" Chen Zhou's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his aura also changed.
"Haha, I killed him."
"Okay, come with me to Shaolin, explain everything clearly, and clear away my grievances!"
He grabbed Wang Yao's wrist with considerable strength.
"Nan Wuming or Northern Sword Saint?" Wang Yao said another sentence.
"Hiss!" Upon hearing this, the emotion on Chen Zhou's face changed again and became much more solemn.
"who are you?"
"Who is Chen Ying?"
"Chen Ying?" Chen Zhou was startled when he heard the name, and then lost his mind and fell into deep thought.
"This name sounds so familiar!"
"Do you have any other relatives?"
"I have no relatives anymore. They all died in the fire!" Chen Zhou's expression changed again and became very angry.
"God is so unfair. Even if I have mastered martial arts, I can't exchange for the lives of my family!"
Chen Ying on the side looked very worried. She didn't understand why Wang Yao asked these irrelevant questions, and his brother's answers were obviously even more unreasonable.
He lives in his own world.
This is Wang Yao's feeling. He has a world of martial arts, which is complex and exciting.
"I know." Wang Yao said with a smile.
Then he suddenly waved his hand, and without seeing any movement, Chen Zhou fell down.
"this?!"
Upon seeing this, Chen Ying hurriedly stepped forward to help support her fallen brother.
"Doctor Wang, what are you doing?"
"Haha, don't worry, it's okay. I just put him in a temporary coma, which will help him receive treatment. As you can see, he cannot receive treatment based on his mental state just now."
"What to do next?"
"Take him to bed."
After hearing this, Chen Ying followed the instructions and carefully carried her younger brother to the bed near the wall.
Wang Yao came to the bedside and carefully checked the veins on his head.
"has a problem!"
This time he discovered something unusual.
Not a blockage, but some sort of distortion.
"Hey, that's weird, why didn't you find this problem last time?"
He checked it carefully and determined that there was indeed a problem.
"What's the matter, Doctor Wang?" Chen Ying on the side asked hurriedly when she saw that Wang Yao's expression was not right.
"Oh, there are some questions, let me check again."
After taking a closer look, Wang Yao found that there was indeed something wrong with some of the subtle meridians in Chen Zhou's mind.
If you have any questions, just ask.
He stretched out his hand and pressed his head with extremely gentle movements. It was like a massage. In fact, his "inner breath" had been released. He tried to unblock and straighten it through external stimulation and "inner breath". These veins, of course, this is the head, so be extra careful.
The room was quiet and no one disturbed me.
Chen Ying didn't even dare to express her anger. She could tell that Wang Yao was giving special treatment to her brother.
Sweat appeared on Chen Zhou's forehead and his body was trembling slightly.
Chen Ying carefully wiped away her brother's sweat. She clenched her hands nervously. This was her only relative in the world, so she couldn't afford to neglect him in the slightest.
After about forty minutes, Wang Yao removed his hands from Chen Zhou's head.
Phew, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"alright."
"alright?"
"I mean this treatment is over. We won't know the effect until he wakes up, and it's definitely not possible to recover him through this treatment." Wang Yao said with a smile.
As he spoke, he gently tapped a few spots behind Chen Zhou's pillow. But a few minutes later, Chen Zhou woke up leisurely.
"Sister, when did you come?" His eyes regained their clarity, and he recognized Chen Zhou at a glance.
"Where is this?" Then he realized that he was not in the original ward.
"This is the room I asked the vice president to arrange. This is Dr. Wang." Chen Ying introduced.
"He was treating you just now."
"Cure?" Chen Zhou was stunned for a moment after hearing this. "My disease can't be cured. Sister, don't worry so much about me, and don't need to find such a good place for me. Let's find another hospital?"
In his sober state, Chen Zhou is very reasonable and considerate of his sister.
"Dr. Wang's medical skills are very superb. You must have confidence in your own disease."
"Hey," Chen Zhou had no choice but to respond.
"I'm showing you."
Wang Yao took a closer look at him again. This time it was not just his head, but also other parts of his body. After some inspection, Wang Yao found that Chen Zhou's body was abnormally healthy. Of course, except for Beyond the spiritual aspect.
"Very good, you are in good health."
"I have a mental problem." Chen Zhou did not shy away from this aspect.
"Take your time with this."
Make sure your "inner breath" is working, and then consider how to cure it.
Wang Yao and Chen Ying stayed here for a whole morning. Chen Zhou, who had regained his clarity, finally got together with his sister. Naturally, they talked a lot. They even had a meal together. During this process, Chen Zhou remained awake.
"Remember to tell Dean Fu and ask her to arrange for someone to carefully observe your brother, talk to him, determine the time when he gets sick again, and then notify you," Wang Yao told Chen Yingdao before leaving.
"good."
Chen Ying went to find Dean Fu to explain, and then left with Wang Yao.
"Doctor Wang, what's wrong with my brother?"
"It's weird!"