The next morning, as the sun rose, the firewood in the hut started burning.
"With this spring water, it's different from the Baicao pot." Wang Yao sighed.
If he had been in Dali a few days ago and brewed those potions under such conditions, it would have been much easier and more effective.
The sound of crackling wood burning came from the mountain hut, and the smell of medicinal fragrance gradually drifted out of the hut.
With the addition of traditional Chinese medicine, the color of the medicinal soup gradually changes, and the taste also changes.
A cup of tea, staring at the medicine pot on the flame.
Time passes quietly in the burning of the flame.
At the bottom of the mountain, outside the medical center.
"Why haven't you come back yet?" Wang Zecheng has come here twice in one morning. If he wasn't from the same village and knew Wang Yao's temper, he would have gone directly to his home.
"This medicine is expensive, that's all. Why do you have such no sense of time!" He muttered and returned home.
"Have you bought the medicine?" his wife asked.
"No, he's not in the hospital."
"I've been here twice already, shall we go again in the afternoon?"
"okay."
On the mountain, in the medicine field, Wang Yao put the first batch of medicine he had prepared into a white porcelain bottle that he had prepared in advance, then packed it up and went down the mountain.
He wanted to brew the rest of the medicine to soothe the mind and soul at night, so after lunch he came to the hospital. Not long after he sat down, he heard a knock on the door outside, and then someone pushed. Entering the door, the visitor is Wang Zecheng.
"Is something wrong?"
"Well, my dad's medicine has run out. When do you think we can get another pair?" Wang Zecheng said.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Wang Yao said after hearing this, "He actually forgot about it."
"In this way, I will make one in the afternoon and send it to you in the evening."
"Send it to your home?" Wang Zecheng was stunned.
"Yes, let's show it to Uncle Yilong by the way." Wang Yao said.
"Okay, um, there's something I need you to pay attention to." Wang Zecheng said.
"What's going on?"
"Don't mention how much this medicine costs in front of my family. I told my dad that this medicine costs about 100 yuan. If he knew that a medicine cost so much money, I guess he wouldn't need it." Wang Zecheng said.
"You think carefully, okay, I'll note it down."
"Hey, okay, here's the deposit." Wang Zecheng put down the five thousand yuan first, then turned around and left the hospital.
"Hey, why did I forget about the bargaining!" He remembered after leaving the door that he had forgotten the other purpose of coming this time.
He didn't know why, but he felt a little nervous when he saw Wang Yao.
"Really, let's talk about it next time!"
He loves money, but he loves his father even more.
"Seeing that his mentality has completely changed, let's make another medicine." Wang Yao said.
But this time he didn't go up the mountain. Instead, he cooked it directly in the medical center. Except for the "Octagonal Tong", the other medicinal materials used were ordinary medicinal materials. However, it was not ordinary when it came to Wang Yao's place, because most of them were On the Nanshan Mountain, in the medicinal field, nourished day and night by the spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathered by the "Spirit Gathering Array", the efficacy of the medicine is not to mention many times stronger than those cultivated artificially, but it is also better than those grown in The wild medicinal materials in the deep mountains and old forests are also much stronger.
Dali thousands of miles away.
Han Zhigao came out of the house cautiously, sweat dripping from his head.
"How's it going?" said Han Zhiyu, who was waiting outside.
"Stolen it!" he said softly.
Today, while their elder brother was not paying attention, they stole a little of each of the three medicines left by Wang Yao.
"That's it?" Han Zhiyu said, looking at the tiny amount of medicine in the small plastic bag.
"I'm afraid that if I invest too much, my brother will find out and doubt us."
"Okay, just a little bit. Are you going to find the King of Medicine?" Han Zhiyu said.
"Sure, I'll go, I'll go!" Han Zhigao said. "I'll leave right away."
"Okay, wait a minute, these medicines are stored in ice cubes to prevent them from deteriorating where they are, which would be more of a loss than a gain." Han Zhiyu said.
"Okay, I know, I'm leaving first."
"Slow down on the road."
Han Zhigao took the three drugs stolen from home and drove away from Dali.
In the Han family, Han Xing looked at the place where the medicine was stored and stood there quietly.
"Hey!" After a long time, he sighed.
He was the one who put this medicine in. Why couldn't he tell that it had been tampered with
"Hope it helps!"
When things have reached this point, it is his brother after all, what can he say
On the other side, Han Zhigao, who was driving out, drove very fast.
Towards evening, he went to an unknown small town in southern Yunnan. The road along the way was rugged and very difficult to walk.
"Grandma, there's something really wrong with me. I can't live in a nice city, but I have to live in such a remote mountain village!" He muttered quietly while driving.
Even after he became famous, the "King of Miao Medicine" still lived in his own village and rarely visited clinics. This habit has been maintained for decades. The Miao generation wanted to invite him to see many patients, but only those who could persuade him to come out rare.
Because he arrived late, several hotels in the village were full, so he could only spend the night in the car.
Yes, there are three hotels in this small mountain village, but they are always full on weekdays, because people from several provinces in Miaojiang come here every day and want to see the King of Medicine. If there are more people, they will naturally have to wait in line. Han Zhigao, please When I came here once, I heard someone in the village mention that the longest person had to wait here for more than two months. He knew this. He finally got in line and was in a bad mood when he met the Medicine King. , I have to wait, wait for him to feel better, but I don’t know why he has something to do, so I have to wait again, I can let go of this opportunity and continue to wait. This is a bit like queuing up to get a number at a bank, where the number becomes invalid upon expiration.
"Hey, you really have to suffer!" Han Zhigao said.
In fact, there are still situations like his. Looking around, there are at least fifty or sixty cars parked in this village.
The night gradually fell.
On the Nanshan Mountain, Wang Yao was brewing the third dose of medicine today.
The medicine brewed for Chen Ying's brother can soothe the mind and calm the soul.
Cooking it at night also takes the meaning of calming the mind at night.
The lights on the hut were not extinguished until late at night.
In the morning, the sun rises as usual.
The villagers in the jungle began to get busy. The people in this village are very grateful to the "Miaojiang Medicine King" because when people in the village come to see their masters and apprentices for medical treatment, they don't charge a penny, and because they are in the village, there are many people who come to see the doctor, so they give them They bring a lot of economic income, which is much easier than farming and going to the mountains and forests to collect herbs.
After staying in the car all night, Han Zhigao, who was sore all over, carefully took out the box containing three small samples of medicine, then held it in his arms, locked the car, and came to a corner of the village, an old building that looked a little shabby. Outside the two-story bamboo building, there is a small courtyard. It is only a person-high fence and can be entered by jumping.
There were seven or eight people waiting outside. They were very quiet and very conscious. They were queuing up, and each of them had a bamboo sign with a number engraved on it.
"I hope King Yao will be in a better mood today." Someone said softly.
"Yeah, I've been waiting here for five days."
They waited until nine o'clock before the door at the Bamboo House opened. A man in his thirties walked out. He was of medium height, with a thin body, long and thin cheeks, and a very energetic appearance.
"Today, six people will come in in order." The man's voice was not loud.
"Ah, just keep one!" Someone underground muttered after hearing this.
"Just be satisfied, I haven't seen anyone for several days."
After finishing speaking, the man turned around and was about to enter the bamboo building.
"Please wait." A voice came from behind.
"Um?"
Everyone's eyes are focused on Han Zhigao. He does not have that special number plate. If he queues up here according to the rules, it will probably take at least ten days.
"I want to see the King of Medicine alone."
"Do you know what you are talking about?" the middle-aged man said coldly.
"Well, can I tell you the situation alone."
The man stared at Han Zhigao for a minute, then nodded.
"Thank you." Han Zhigao carried the box into the small courtyard, then went up to the bamboo building and came to the middle-aged man. I said a few words to him, opened the box, and then entered the bamboo house.