"I'll take you back."
"No need, I'll go back by myself." The old man used the walking stick and walked back slowly.
Wang Yao was still worried and followed him until he entered the house.
The old man's back is thin, hunched, and trembling.
For some reason, Wang Yao felt his nose was a little sore. The more he looked at the old man, the taller his back became.
This is the father.
"Where have you been?" Outside the wall, Wang Yao heard Wang Zecheng's shout inside. His tone was like scolding a child who had made a mistake.
Wang Yao stopped and wanted to jump over the wall, slap him in the face, and ask him, who gave birth to him and raised him? !
But he still held back, as that would only make the old man more sad.
Wang Yao walked slowly, crossed the stone bridge, entered the alley, and reached his home.
"Why did you come back?"
"I just met Uncle Yilong and took him home. It took me a while."
"His illness is getting better. I saw him once on the street a few days ago. He was so ill that it was difficult to walk." Zhang Xiuying said.
"It's even worse!" Wang Yao said.
ah? ! Zhang Xiuying exclaimed after hearing this. Wang Fenghua silently lit a cigarette.
"I guess his son is still so shameless."
"Well, yes, when I just sent him home, I heard his voice outside. It felt like he was calling a child who made a mistake." Wang Yaodao.
Mountain village, Wang Zecheng's home.
"Ouch, my stomach hurts!" Wang Zecheng squatted in the pit, sweating all over his body in pain, as if something was stirring in his stomach.
"What's going on? I had diarrhea in the morning and diarrhea again in the afternoon!"
I just finished wiping my butt and came out of the toilet, my stomach growled again.
"Okay, stop barking!" He turned around and entered the hut.
In less than a day, he went to the toilet ten times. He felt like he was shaking when he walked, and he had to hold on to the wall when walking.
"It doesn't work anymore, I have to go to the hospital."
He said something to his wife, and then rode out on his motorcycle. He was afraid that if he walked too slowly, his stomach would get upset halfway, but he would deal with each problem later, which would be a tragedy.
Instead of going to Wang Yao, he went to the village clinic.
Every village has a clinic, but since Wang Yao opened the medical clinic in this mountain village and its reputation gradually spread, fewer people go to the clinic to see a doctor.
"uncle."
"Zecheng, what's wrong? Your face is pale!"
"I had diarrhea and went to the toilet more than a dozen times a day." Wang Zecheng said. He seemed to be very polite and polite to outsiders.
"It's so awesome. Have you eaten anything?"
"No, I ate a bowl of noodles when I got up in the morning, and a bowl of vegetables and a steamed bun at noon." Wang Zecheng said matter-of-factly.
"Then let me prescribe some medicine for you?"
The country doctor gave him antidiarrheal and anti-inflammatory medicine and told him how to use it.
"Am I okay?"
"Your diarrhea is already severe. I think you are a little dehydrated. Take medicine as soon as possible. If you can control it, you will be fine. If it doesn't work, you will have to come here and hang a hanging bottle."
"Hey, okay, I understand."
"Oops, I have to go."
Wang Zecheng hurriedly rushed home on his motorcycle, but before he got home, his body lost control of him and he "gloriously" pulled down his crotch.
"How old are you, why are you still shitting your pants?" When he got home, his wife asked him while handling business for him.
"You think I am willing."
The old man who heard the sound came from the next room.
"I still have diarrhea!" The voice was weak.
"It's okay, you can go back!" Wang Zecheng said impatiently.
"Hey, stop eating randomly and go get your medicine?"
"I know, are you annoyed?"
The old man sighed after hearing this, then turned and returned to his hut.
"Oh, no, I have to go to the latrine!" He hurriedly put on a pair of trousers and entered the latrine.
At around three o'clock in the afternoon, a car drove into the mountain village and stopped to the west of the medical center. An extraordinary-looking woman got out of the car, knocked on the door and entered the medical center.
"Sir, I didn't disturb you, did I?" Chen Ying said with a smile.
"No need to disturb, welcome, I don't have any patients here." Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Come here, why are you bringing something else?"
"Just some specialties." Chen Ying smiled and put down the things.
"Where is your brother still with you?"
"No, he has been sent back to the treatment center." Chen Ying said.
"Sick?"
"Not yet, but I have a lot of things going on here recently. I was afraid that he would be uneasy at home alone, and it might not be appropriate to hire someone, so I sent him back." Chen Yingdao.
"Well, I'll go there in two days and give him a good look." Wang Yaodao.
"Really?!" Originally, the main purpose of Chen Ying's visit was to mention this matter calmly, and to contact Wang Yao by the way, but he didn't expect that he would take the initiative to mention this matter, which saved him the trouble of thinking about it before. Some rhetoric.
"Of course, there is also the old man from the Wu family." Wang Yaodao.
As long as he takes over the patient and starts treatment, he must cure it as much as possible.
"Are you in a hurry to go back?"
"It's not urgent. Is there something wrong, sir?"
"If you're not in a hurry, just stay in Lianshan for one night. I'm brewing a potion for your brother."
"Okay." Chen Ying said, this was what she wanted.
The two chatted for a while, and Wang Yao also asked about Su Xiaoxue's condition, and was happy for her after learning that she was recovering well.
The two people were chatting when a man came in from outside.
He was 1.8 meters tall and looked quite strong, but his face was pale and he seemed to be unsteady when walking.
"Wang Yao." After seeing Wang Yao, he grinned and said, "Come here to trouble you."
The person who came in was Wang Zecheng. He took two kinds of medicine from the clinic, but within an hour of taking it, not only did it have no effect, but his diarrhea became even worse. Originally he wanted to hang up a bottle in the clinic, but in the end he followed his wife's suggestion and came here to see Wang Yao.
"Here you go, sit down."
"No, I'll just stand."
"Are you feeling unwell?"
"Hey, I really asked you to talk too much. My stomach hurts and the diarrhea is particularly severe."
"What's wrong with your forehead?"
"I fell and hit the door frame."
"Where are the cheeks?" Wang Yao pointed to his red and swollen cheeks.
"When you chop wood, it breaks."
Um? Chen Ying on the side was a little surprised after hearing this. This person is quite unlucky!
"I can't cure your disease, you have to rely on yourself."
"What?" Wang Zecheng was stunned.
"How can I fix it on my own?"
"If I say something unpleasant, this is retribution for you."
"What?!"
Not only Wang Zecheng, but Chen Ying on the side was also surprised. She knew Wang Yao relatively well. From this tone, he must be angry. She couldn't help but take another look at this young man who looked to be in his thirties. He What had he done to make this good-natured gentleman angry
"Can you make it clearer?"
"It doesn't matter to me, think about what you did wrong." Wang Yaodao.
"What's wrong with you!?" Wang Zecheng stood there.
"I killed a sheep, two chickens, punctured the tires, smashed the windows..."
Wang Zecheng muttered in a low voice, his voice was very low, but Wang Yao's hearing was several times better than that of ordinary people, so he could hear clearly.
Okay, this guy has done so many bad things!
I didn’t expect that!
Chen Ying on the side also faintly heard something.
"Is this a second-rate kid from the village?"
"Oh, I didn't see it. You have done a lot of bad things?" Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Ah!" Wang Zecheng was stunned.
"Think again quickly, you're going to bleed later!"
"No, I have to go to the bathroom."
"Turn right when you go out."
Wang Zecheng hurried out, squatted in the toilet, and looked down. Everyone was dumbfounded. They were frightened.
"It's bleeding, it's really bleeding!"
After he came out of the toilet, he was completely blinded. When he entered the room, he felt that his eyes were a little blurry.
"Wang Yao, what's wrong with me?"
"You've done too many bad things, you'll get retribution!" Wang Yao said calmly.
"What you just said is secondary. What else have you done? Think about it carefully."
"I don't have much else to do!"
"Then there's nothing we can do, keep drawing blood!" Wang Yao said calmly.