"Which one should I try first?"
"Is everything okay?" Wang Yao said.
"Of course." Chen Ying said with a smile.
"Well, let me take a look first."
Wang Yao stretched out his hand and touched it again, including firearms and sharp weapons.
"Shall I try the pistol first?" Wang Yao picked up a pistol.
"Okay, that's a steel target." Chen Ying pointed to the target in the distance, "It's fifty meters away."
"Is it a bit far?"
"It's not far, you can see it very clearly."
"Then give it a try." The accompanying officer laughed.
He is an expert in using guns. One look at Wang Yao's movements with the gun and he knew that the opponent must be a layman. It is good for such a person to hit at such a distance. It is basically a fool's errand.
Fifty meters seems very close, but in fact it is quite far.
In Wang Yao's sight, the steel target was clearly visible, and he could even see the impact point on it.
Try it,
His hand on the gun was steady.
Load the gun and pull the trigger.
Click, a gunshot.
With a bang, it hit the steel target.
bingo? !
coincide
Click, another shot, and the bullet hit the steel target with a loud sound.
"Hit again?!"
Once is a coincidence, or twice
The two people looked at Wang Yao with different expressions.
"Maybe I've practiced before."
Shooting, to put it bluntly, requires accurate sight, steady control, and years of practice. What is a sharpshooter, talent, plus boxes of bullets.
Oh, the third shot, the bullet accurately hit the steel target.
"Have you practiced before?" Chen Ying couldn't help but ask.
"No." Wang Yao smiled and shook his head.
Keep shooting,
The bullet came out of the chamber and tore through the air, expanding and burning.
Hiss, whoosh,
Wang Yao connected his own breath with the breath between heaven and earth, and then felt the change for a moment. The time was very short, but he felt the bullets shuttle through the air. He didn't see it, but he felt it. This feeling was very strangeness.
"I feel it!" he whispered.
"what did you say?"
"fine."
Wang Yao put down his pistol and picked up an automatic rifle.
"Shall I try this again?"
"good."
The distance of the steel target was adjusted to one hundred meters away.
Wang Yao held the gun very steadily and could still clearly see the steel target a hundred meters away. At this time, Wang Yao's eyes were almost as effective as a telescope.
Click, click, two consecutive bursts of fire, all landed on the steel target as usual, and the rifle could not be seen beating at all.
"It's so stable!" the officer on the side sighed.
"Quick, faster than before!"
This is how Wang Yao feels.
It can still be captured.
"Does this mean that I can dodge bullets!?" Wang Yao suddenly had such an idea.
Then he tried the guns one by one, firstly to fulfill his dream, and secondly, and most importantly, to try to capture the trajectory of the bullet in the air.
"Five meters, no, even closer."
"Who is this?" the officer on the side asked Chen Ying.
"One, doctor."
"What, doctor, are you sure?!"
Doctors are good at prescribing medicine, treating patients, and performing surgeries, but I've never heard of that doctor being so accurate with his pistol and rifle.
"Really," Chen Ying was also very curious.
Throughout the morning, Wang Yao was very happy. He had made a new discovery, a new possibility.
"Your marksmanship is great!" Chen Ying praised after coming out of there.
"Marksmanship, haha, apart from shooting a few bullets during military training in college, I have never used a gun!" Wang Yaodao.
"real?"
"of course it's true."
"I'm very happy today. I'll treat you to dinner."
"Ah?" Wang Yao's sudden words made Chen Ying very confused, "Are you happy now?"
Wang Yao smiled, feeling that he was about to go one step further.
He could feel the breath between heaven and earth, the airflow around him, Chen Ying's breathing beside him, his steps, and the swing of his arms, without looking or listening.
breath,
"Very good." Wang Yao opened his hands, as if he had caught something.
"I'll treat you to whatever you want for lunch."
"Yeah, whatever."
They chose a very ordinary home-cooked restaurant and had lunch. It didn't seem to have much sincerity, but in fact the food in that restaurant tasted pretty good, and Chen Ying was very happy with it.
At this time, in a guild hall in the capital.
"Zhenghe, haven't you made an appointment yet?"
"No, he's a bit withdrawn in nature."
"Haha, there are very few people you can't handle."
"I'll ask again. The situation is special and it's not good to make things too rigid."
"Well, I'm waiting for your good news."
Everyone has his own small circle. In the capital, this situation is even more special, because the number of powerful people here is almost the largest in the entire country.
Guo Zhenghe also has his own circle, which is basically people who are similar to him. People in his family usually work in government departments, and their positions are not low. Their descendants and peers naturally form a circle.
"Wang Yao!"
He was not in a good mood when he came out of the club.
"What on earth are you thinking?!"
In the afternoon, Wang Yao called Chen Boyuan and made an appointment.
Chen Boyuan took his father-in-law directly to the small courtyard where he was. The old man looked very good. The important thing is that this time he came on a crutch.
"Thank you so much, Doctor Wang." He expressed his gratitude to Wang Yao during the interview.
"You're too kind."
Without saying any more polite words, he checked the old man's body. He was in good condition and recovering well. The blocked meridians in his waist had been cleared. The next thing to do was to exercise and recover. Wang Yao used massage During the massage, his legs and waist were treated. This time, as usual, a small amount of "inner breath" was used as an aid.
After it was over, the old man felt very good. His legs were warm and he felt like he was soaking in a hot spring. It was very comfortable.
Not long after Chen Boyuan and his father-in-law left, Guo Zhenghe came over with a bottle of wine.
At that time, Chen Ying was preparing dinner in the kitchen.
"Hello, Brother Wang."
"Hello."
"Do you mind if you come here for a meal?" Guo Zhenghe said with a smile.
"welcome."
"This is the wine I got from the old man. Try it."
The classic packaging of Maotai liquor, but I don’t know what year it is. Since it came from Guo Zhenghe’s father, I think it is absolutely unmistakable.
"Okay, then drink less."
Wang Yao doesn't like drinking, he only drinks occasionally.
Chen Ying was cooking at a slow pace, and soon several exquisite side dishes were brought to the table. Guo Zhenghe opened the wine bottle, and the rich aroma of wine filled the room.
"smell good!"
"Well, let's have a taste." Guo Zhenghe poured a full glass of wine for him.
"Thanks."
Wang Yao didn't do any research on wine. He just thought it was very fragrant and didn't have that spicy taste.
"How is Xiaoxue's illness?"
"Recovering well."
The two of them talked about common things while eating. Apart from that, Guo Zhenghe didn't say anything important.
"Where's your sister?"
"Going to Western Xinjiang."
"What are you doing there?" Wang Yao asked curiously after hearing this.
"Hey, I don't know why I quarreled with the old man, and then I went there to relax." Guo Zhenghe said.
"Oh," since it was a family matter, it was inconvenient for him to ask more questions.
"Hey, Brother Wang, I have something to ask you."
"you say."
"As doctors, what kind of disease do you think is the most difficult to treat?"
"Huh?" Wang Yao was stunned, not expecting Guo Zhenghe to ask such a question.
"The most difficult to treat?" He looked at the wine glass in his hand.
"I've never seen it before. It's a chronic disease without knowledge reserves." Wang Yao thought for a while and answered like this.
"Like cancer?"
"Well, as things stand, this disease is indeed extremely difficult to treat."
"Have you ever received treatment?" Guo Zhenghe then asked.
"I have seen such patients, but have never treated them." Wang Yaodao. "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
"It's okay, I'm just curious. I'm free to ask." Guo Zhenghe said with a smile, "Drink, I respect you."
"Don't dare."
Wang Yao only drank a small glass of the good wine that Guo Zhenghe brought. The two of them waited until more than nine o'clock before Guo Zhenghe said goodbye and left.
"Slow down on the road."
"I understand, go back." Guo Zhenghe smiled and waved his hand.
He drank most of this bottle of wine.
"Young Master Guo has something on his mind." This was Wang Yao's first feeling, but the other party didn't say what it was, and he didn't ask.
"Sister Chen, isn't this Young Master Guo going to work in a town in a poor county? Why is he so free?"