303 Turning For No Reason

"We could not identify why this is happening." This was the answer they had obtained from each of the many hospitals they had visited.

The cause of their daughter's illness could not be identified. Of course, because they couldn't figure out the cause, it could not be cured as well.

She was just a girl who was only 16 or 17 years old, but she already was suffering from unbearable pain. She did not know if or when her condition might be further aggravated. If this was some other child of the same age, it would be a fear among the family that the child's will had already crumbled. However, this girl persisted. She was very sensible. Not only did she keep going on sheer force of will, but she also knew how to ease out her parents' anxiety.

"There'll be a way." The girl's father looked at his daughter lovingly.

She did not complain and she did not give up on the treatments over the past few years.

In fact, they were originally quite rich. However, in order to cure their daughter's illness, they had sold a lot of their family property.

Wei City and Dao City were close by. Hu City was further away.

In order to cure their daughter's illness, they had been to all of the famous hospitals and had almost looked for as many connections as they could. However, the result was still unsatisfactory.

Sigh!

They looked at their daughter often, who was once lively and cute, as she lost weight day by day; as parents, they actually felt more terrible.

There must be a doctor with incredible pharmaceutical knowledge somewhere among the people.

…

In Haiqu City.

"Secretary Yang, I can only ask him for you," Tian Yuantu said somewhat awkwardly.

"Okay. I'm waiting to hear from you," Yang Haichuan replied with a smile.

Phew. Tian Yuantu drew a long breath.

Just now, his old classmate and friend looked for him, saying that he needed help on a matter. It turned out that he wanted Wang Yao to treat an old higher-up. It was not appropriate for Yang Haichuan to ask Wang Yao personally, but he knew Tian Yuantu did, so he decided to make him the middleman.

He did not dare to guarantee anything. He only promised to ask.

…

"San Xian, don't wriggle."

The dog sat on the ground, looking at Wang Yao with a strange look.

Poop-cleaner, what is the meaning of this?!

There were a lot of silver needles on its body. Wang Yao had decided to use the dog to practice acupuncture. In addition to his own body, this was the closest test subject that he could think of.

In fact, he was only trying to test the strength and force of his hand. He did not penetrate the needles too deeply. He was still very clear about the different body structures between a dog and a human.

"Okay. We'll stop here for today."

Wang Yao removed the acupuncture needles on the dog very quickly.

The acupuncture technique is profound and extensive, but I can't test it out this way. I have to try it out slowly on some patients instead.

He had not completed the task of spreading his reputation a hundred miles away yet. He had not even reached half of the number of people required.

However, over the past few days, he had received several calls from people who wanted to express their gratitude. They were all patients who came to see him for treatment and had asked Li Maoshuang and the others to convey the message. They obviously approved of his pharmaceutical technology.

This is not bad!

Wang Yao's mood was pretty good recently.

…

Somewhere in Lianshan County.

In a village, there was a house. A few cars were parked outside. Soon, another car came and it was parked to the side.

Looking at the mountain village, the man who got out of the car said, "Is this the place?" His tone was doubtful.

"Yes. Dr. Ma is here. It's just that his temper is a bit eccentric, and the way he treats illnesses is also somewhat strange. Why don't we go in and have a look first?"

Both of them entered a house on the side of the road and discovered that there were five or six people waiting outside the courtyard. Some were smoking and some were talking.

"Is Dr. Ma really this skillful?"

"Of course!"

The middle-aged man went inside and looked around the house. The furniture in the house were all some old objects. Among them, there was a bookshelf that was particularly conspicuous. There was a stack of books on it, all of which were covered with dust. There was a table near the window.

A person was treating a patient inside. The doctor was in his fifties. His cheeks were slender and his body was somewhat skinny.

The way this person treated a patient was really different from other doctors.

The patient was a woman. Standing there, he neither asked questions nor listened to her story. He also did not check the patient's pulse. He just circled around the patient. He first turned clockwise three times and then turned counterclockwise three times. Finally, he settled down and stared at the woman for about three minutes. Then, he went back to the table, sat down and wrote a formula.

"I know what is ailing you. This is the formula. Collect your medicine to the side."

This was treating a patient?!

Seeing the process with his own eyes, the man was immediately stunned.

Was this not "consulting the spirits?"

The woman had just walked out and someone else went in immediately.

"Sss. This…" He really did not know what to say.

If an illness could be cured this way, this would be really magical!

That was what he thought.

"Let's leave," he said directly to his friend who brought him here.

"What's wrong?"

"Have you seen him treat a patient before?"

"Yes."

"Is that called diagnosing? He's just looking at them!" the man said with a laugh.

"I've already told you that the way he treats a patient is unique, but it works."

"Have you been treated by him before?"

"No, but I have a relative who asked him to treat his illness before."

"Forget it. I don't believe it. Let's go," the middle-aged man responded.

Such a quack doctor was completely untrustworthy. Yet, there were still so many people waiting in line to get him to treat their illnesses. This was really funny!

"People come all the way from Haiqu to get treated by him."

"Let's go."

They went inside the house to have another look. Then, they got in the car and left. When they left, another car came in.

Can he really cure illnesses? The man was hesitant for a while.

No matter how I look at it, it's suspicious.

…

Elsewhere in the mountain village, Wang Yao's medical center had another guest that day. It was Wei Hai.

"A doctor from Jing City wants to talk with me?" Hearing those words coming out from Wei Hai's mouth, he was a little surprised. "How does he know me?"

"Before you began to treat me, I had asked a famous specialist in Jing City if he could treat my illness, but he couldn't cure me. After my illness was cured this time, I went back to Jing City for a re-examination. He was very surprised about much better the results were, so he kept asking me about the person who cured my illness and wanted to have a discussion. I did not say anything at first, but he continued to ask me about it," Wei Hai lied.

Wang Yao knew about the hospital Wei Hai mentioned the professor worked at. It was quite well-known in Jing City.

"What does he want to talk about?"

"I don't know," Wei Hai replied.

"Sure. You can tell Professor Su that I welcome him to come here as a guest," Wang Yao responded with a smile.

Ever since he accessed the system, apart from Sang Guzi, who was the Holy Hands of Xing Lin, it seemed that he had not really communicated with any specialists of Western medicine. It should also be beneficial to have an exchange of ideas. He would just have to see for himself what Professor Song's motives were.

"Alright." Upon hearing that Wang Yao had agreed, he then heaved a sigh of relief.

"How's your brother-in-law?"

"He's undergoing a surgery in Jing City. He should be able to be saved, but he'll be infertile for the rest of his life," Wei Hai replied. There was not a single trace of compassion when he spoke; it was as if he was talking about a stranger.

"Oh," Wang Yao only gave as a response.

After seeing Wei Hai off, Wang Yao walked around his small courtyard and discovered that the grapes in the corner were growing very well. He had originally obtained this grape tree from Chen Kun, but by planting it in this season, it was originally impossible for the tree to flower and bear fruits this year. However, ever since Wang Yao watered it with some ancient spring water, its growth rate was exponential. Judging from its condition, it was estimated that a few bunches of grapes could be garnered within the month.

On his way out that evening, Wang Yao locked the door and went home.

Eh?

He saw a person on his way home. The person who was being talked about more frequently in the village – Wang Chengchang.

Due to the bad Feng Shui of his recently passed father's grave, he fell mysteriously and severely ill and nearly died. After relocating his father's grave, his body was magically restored. He then returned to the mountain village after being discharged from the hospital.

When Wang Yao heard about the situation from his parents, he was very interested in Wang Chengchang. To be accurate, he was very curious about his illness. He did not expect to run into Wang Chengchang that day.

He indeed did not look well. His complexion was yellowish and his eyes were dull. The way he walked was also floaty. It could be seen with a glance that he did not have much strength.

"Uncle," Wang Yao greeted him with a smile. He was an elder in the village, after all.

"Hello," Wang Chengchang answered with a lack of energy.

When he got closer, Wang Yao smelled a peculiar sour stench coming from his body. This was not a typical smell of sweat during summer.

If the body odor was abnormal, then he was still sick.

Furthermore, the smell of his breath was also rancid.