147 The Deities in Heaven Transferred Their Skills to Me

"Sure, sorry to trouble you for making this trip." Mrs. Guo's face was smiling all the way. After all, she was seeking his help. In her mind, in order to treat her mother, giving a smiling face was not a high price to pay at all.

They spoke a bit more, and then Mrs. Guo departed, leaving behind a deposit of 100 yuan.

Actually, she was still doubtful about Wang Yao's abilities, especially towards the decoction he made. However, since he had already said that she should try the medicine first before discussing the price, she decided to let her mother try it. At most she could start off with a little bit at first, and stop if there was any abnormality.

"Thanks for your trouble this time; this is a token for you," Pan Jun said and took out a red packet from his pocket. He handed it to Wang Yao.

Regardless of whether the treatment would turn out effective, Pan Jun was determined to make friends with Wang Yao.

"No hurry. Let's wait for when the medicine is confirmed to be effective," Wang Yao smiled and declined.

He was not being lofty. He knew that both Mrs. Guo and the Doctor Pan Jun sitting before him were still doubtful about his abilities. He felt that he should only accept the money when they were no longer doubtful of him.

In reality, he was not too concerned about the money. However, Pan Jun's friend's clinic was a perfect venue for him to complete the system's task. It was easy to come into contact with multiple patients in a clinic. As long as he could successfully treat several patients, gain Pan Jun's and the patients' trust, then his mission of gaining 100 people's recognition in 100 days would be much easier to complete.

"Don't go back this afternoon; let's have lunch together."

"Okay." Wang Yao looked at the time and did not decline this time. The first time he declined, it was out of politeness, the second time was out of modesty. The third time, however, the other party would think Wang Yao was not giving him face and was not willing to befriend him.

During lunch, Pan Jun invited another friend. The three of them were not too familiar with each other. Wang Yao and Pan Jun knew each other only recently. Hence they did not have much to say. Pan Jun and his friend were similarly not too conversational. As Wang Yao drove, he did not drink, and hence, the lunch ended quite quickly.

After lunch, he drove straight home.

"He works at the hospital?" After Wang Yao left, Pan Jun's friend asked curiously.

"He doesn't work at the hospital."

"If not at the hospital, does he have his own clinic?"

"That's not it either. He said it just now, he's operating at home."

"You invited him to your clinic?"

"It's not my clinic; it's my sister's."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

…

Upon entering the village path, Wang Yao noticed an elderly woman in her 70's clutching her chest by the road, looking like she was in great pain. Wang Yao stopped his car nearby quickly and went to the elderly woman. When he came closer, he saw that her face was pale and her forehead was beaded with sweat due to the pain.

"Ma'am, what's wrong?" Being from the same village, he knew most of the villagers, and this was a senior that he knew.

"Chest pain." The elderly woman's breathing was erratic.

"Do you have anyone at home?"

"Yes, my son is at home."

"Wait here." Wang Yao dashed to her house and found her son and then both of them dashed out.

"Mom, what's wrong?" The middle-aged man was very anxious.

"Chest pain."

"Quick! Get her to the hospital!" Wang Yao exclaimed.

He tried to take her pulse. This elderly woman was having a serious heart attack. This was a time-critical illness that could threaten a person's life in a split second.

"I'll call the ambulance now!"

"Ma'am, slowly lie down." Wang Yao helped the woman lay on the ground.

"Do you have any medication at home? Something like a quick-acting heart reliever?" Wang Yao asked the middle-aged man.

"Yes, I'll go get it now!" The middle-aged man rapidly ran back and then came back swiftly with a bottle of medicine.

"Water?"

"I forgot!" The man ran back again.

Although the elderly woman took the medicine, her pain was not immediately relieved. To this, Wang Yao was unable to help her in that instance.

Waiting could be a long process, especially waiting in this manner, where it was a matter of life and death.

The ambulance took some time to arrive.

Wang Yao helped the elderly woman up the ambulance.

"This woman is having a heart attack." He made sure to inform the doctor that had come with the ambulance.

"It's you?" The accompanying paramedic recognized Wang Yao.

"Eh?" Wang Yao was unsure how to respond.

"The last time at the scene of a car accident, you said that the person's abdomen had internal bleeding," the paramedic explained.

"Oh, yes that was me. This elderly woman's condition is critical; please help."

"We will try our best."

The ambulance swiftly left.

"Li, you recognized that guy?"

"Yes, during that serious car accident, there was a person with internal bleeding in their abdomen. He was the first person to detect that and helped us save a lot of time. If it were any later, that person's life would have been in danger!"

"Is that so? Does he work at the hospital?"

"I'm not sure."

"Just now, what did he say about the patient's condition?"

"Heart attack."

"I'll inform the hospital to make the relevant preparations." The doctor responsible for receiving the patient made a call and informed the hospital. After hanging up the phone, he suddenly spoke to the middle-aged man who had gotten on the ambulance with his mother.

"Your mother has a history of heart attacks?"

"Yes, chest pain."

"The young man from earlier is from your village? Which hospital does he work at?"

"Ah, I'm not sure," the middle-aged man thought over for a bit and answered. When did he become a doctor? That was what he initially wanted to say, but he swallowed back the words.

In reality, he was not close to Wang Yao. They lived at the opposite ends of the village, one in the North and the other in the South. They only knew each other by face. He knew Wang Yao primarily because he was the village's famous university graduate and was from a famous university. After Wang Yao graduated, he had rented a hill and met with the famous incident where he had jumped into the river to commit suicide due to his losses from renting the hill. Subsequently, he had gone quiet for a period of time and then rumors about him started appearing again.

This young man who normally did not show off his abilities often did not show himself in the village and apparently stayed on Nanshan hill most of the time. He had unknowingly become the man of the hour in the village.

This perfectly fitted the saying, "he was not in the pugilistic world, yet the pugilistic world had his legends."

It wasn't a legend—it was gossip!

After the elderly woman was sent to the hospital, as the appropriate check-up was conducted, the hospitalization and treatment process was sped up, and she was out of danger.

Her son and family were relieved.

"Today's situation was too dangerous!"

At the same moment, Wang Yao was considering a problem on Nanshan hill.

He could treat illnesses and could treat rare illnesses through decoctions. However, this needed time. Some time-critical illnesses could not afford to wait, and liquid decoctions were not convenient to carry around even though his system was always with him.

Upon further thought, if a person's illness suddenly acted up, you could let them take a few pills or administer injections. However, no one had ever seen a person magically take out a bowl of herbal decoction for the patient consume.

Maybe I should try making some special pills?

Pills and decoctions were the same—they required herbal ingredients. However, the former was more convenient to carry and store.

As to how to make the pills, Wang Yao's mind had the relevant knowledge, except that he had not attempted it before.

Why not give it a try? Once the thought arose, it was like wild grass set alit, blazing ferociously and unable to be suppressed.

The prescriptions that he could think of were mostly in the form of decoctions; there were virtually no pills or salve.

I need to decide which prescriptions to use, choose the herbs, and then make the pills.

Wang Yao decided on the next steps. He wanted to quickly crystallize the knowledge in his mind into actual products so that they could be easily made use of in the future.

While he was considering which prescription to use to make into pills, his phone rang. Looking at it, he saw that the caller was Tong Wei.

"Hey, Tong Wei."

"What are you doing?" Tong Wei asked.

"Thinking about some stuff."

The two of them started chatting casually. It was not of the romantic sweet-nothings, but direct greetings and questions of concern.

"Are you busy over there?"

"Are you busy at work?"

"Still on the hill?"

Just like that, like it was part of life, and it was mostly calm and peaceful.

"Thanks for making the decoction for my mother."

"Your mom has taken it? How is it?"

"Very good, she sleeps well at night, and her body doesn't feel so exhausted. She has more energy too. When did you learn this skill?"

"Last year."

"Who did you learn it from?"

"The deities in heaven transferred their skills to me," Wang Yao replied.

Haha! On the other end of the line, Tong Wei's chuckles could be heard.

"When are you coming back?"

"I will have to wait till next month. I have used up my vacation days for this month. Why, do you miss me?"

"Yes."

"In that case, come to Dao City."

"I shall see when I have the time."

The two chatted some more before hanging up the phone.

"This feeling is pretty good," after some time; Wang Yao spouted these words.

...

In the evening while having dinner, Wang Yao's mother asked about Tong Wei.

"Did you contact Tong Wei recently?"

"We chatted this afternoon."

"She's not coming back this week?"

"Yes, she won't be back this month. She's already used up her sick days for this month."

"Then you go visit her. You stay on the hill all day doing nothing proper!" Zhang Xiuying said.

"Mom, I am doing proper stuff!" Wang Yao could not resist, and he retorted.

Cultivating herbs was a proper business. As with making decoctions, treating patients was considered proper business!

"Fine, in my eyes, the most proper business is for you to get me a daughter-in-law. And I only recognize Tong Wei as my daughter-in-law."

"Why does it sound like you've pre-ordered this?"

"Don't argue with me. Seize the opportunity!"