567 Painful, But Have to Live

Rent a house? A professor from a famous university?

Wang Jianli was surprised. First, it was the son from a rich family, now he had a university professor. Both had bought or rented a house in order to see a doctor.

Are the medical skills of that young man in the village so powerful?

Since it was a request from senior intellectuals, Wang Jianli naturally wanted to help. Plus, there were still a few idle houses in the village. He immediately contacted the owners of two fairly good houses.

Someone soon came to discuss the house with Professor Lu. After seeing it, he returned to the clinic.

"OK, I have rented a house," he said.

"Take her back to rest," Wang Yao said. "Come back after 9 a.m. tomorrow."

"OK, thank you," Professor Yu said.

He and the young man helped Wen Wan leave the clinic.

Wang Yao knew treating her would be difficult. First, he needed to find a way to temporarily save her life while using gentle means to remove the toxins produced in her body.

Part of the function of the kidney was filtration. Like a filter, it worked to induce harmful into urine to be removed from the body. Once the kidney was damaged and lost its effect, the body's metabolism would be disordered. This resulted in the imbalance of yin and yang, increasing deterioration. Instead of the toxins being discharged, beneficial nutrients were discharged. This led to the body collapsing, which was Wen Wan's current.

Wang Yao planned to use some medicine to warm her body. But, as the saying went, "All medicine is partly poisonous." Even the drugs he used had some toxins. Of course, some licorice roots were excluded.

Even for the medicine field herbs used with ancient spring water and the multifunctional pot, it was impossible to determine if all the harmful components to the human body were eliminated. If it was a normal patient, the impact would be negligible. She was different. The most important organ for dealing with harmful substances had been seriously damaged.

I need to use different drugs to neutralize those unfavorable drugs. Wang Yao was thinking about prescriptions involving yin and yang and the five lines supported mutually. This was not fantasy, nor mortal pass cultivation, but a prescription.

All kinds of drugs were listed. He wrote slowly because there were many to take into account. Glossy ganoderma, comfrey, gorgon fruit, antler, glossy privet fruit, polygonum multiflorum, Cordyceps…

Professor Lu, Wen Wan, and her son arrived at the house in the village he had rented. The house had been cleared out and was ready to be cleaned. A woman greeted them.

"Are you going to Xiaoyao for treatment?" she asked.

"Oh yes," Professor Lu said.

"Looking at the girl, she must be very sick," the woman said. "The air conditioner can be used if you need it, and I have two quilts here that you can use."

The middle-aged woman then told Professor Lu all of the home's details, including about the water, electricity, and electrical equipment.

This woman was very enthusiastic. One reason was because the house had been empty for a while and the person who rented it was generous. More importantly, the person who rented it was a professor at a prestigious university. In many villagers' views, these people were like high-ranking officials in the city. She also had the idea to make friends with him.

"OK, thank you so much," Professor Lu said.

Although it was March, it was still cold. The house had no heating. Fortunately, there was air conditioning in the room. He had been in a hurry to rent a house, so he didn't have time to carefully consider so details.

"It's OK. It's not easy when you leave home," the woman said. "Call me if there is any trouble."

"OK," Professor Lu said.

After the woman left, Wen Wan's son said, "The people in this village are passionate."

"Yes," Professor Lu said. "Help your mother sit on the stone bed, and I will add some firewood to warm it up."

"Can you handle that?" Wen Wan's son said. " Let me do it!"

"Don't look down on me," Professor Lu said. "When I went to the countryside as an educated youth to be a teacher, I didn't do much of that work. But, I can do it. You just take good care of your mother."

There was firewood in the yard, so Professor Lu went to get some. He added some water to the pot and built a fire. Soon, the stone bed warmed up.

"Mom, how are you feeling?" the young man softly asked.

"It's very good," Wen Wan said with no strength.

Her current situation was very bad. She felt uncomfortable all of her body, which was impossible for her to describe. Plush, she did not have any strength. Even breathing was laborious work for her, let alone speaking.

She couldn't help but think, This disease can't be cured! It had already been known when she was in the hospital. She only came to the village because she did not want to let her family down or have the people concerned about her be angry again.

The stone bed under her body was warm. She felt that her body wasn't quite as cold as it had been.

She wanted to sleep, but she could not. She wanted to eat, but she could not. The pain was afflicting every part of her.

Death would be better for me than living in such way. It's so painful, but I have to live!

In the clinic, Wang Yao was still busy. He had already determined the prescription. The next step was to prepare the medicine. He had most of the ingredients except for Cordyceps. He called Li Maoshuang to purchase some of the wild ones.

Before long, it was noon. After having lunch, Wang Yao returned to the clinic. Professor Lu soon returned.

"Dr. Wang, am I disturbing you?" he asked.

"Not at all. Have a seat." Wang Yao got up and made a cup of tea for him. "You look very tired and need rest."

When people were older, being overly active and not getting good rest negatively impacted the body.

"I have not been resting well these days. I'm worried about Wen Wan," Professor Lu said. His voice was hoarse. "What about her disease?"

"Like I said, I will try my best. You came too late, and she didn't listen to me," Wang Yao calmly said.

He was usually unwilling to see such a patient. Considering her piety, Professor Lu's affection to her, and the fact that they had visited several times, he had engaged the patient.

"Would you like to hear about this old man?" Professor Lu asked.

"Yes please." Wang Yao smiled.

"I am 64 this year. I knew Xiao Wan when I was 12. We were in the same school. I was one grade ahead of her. At that time, she was very quiet, like the orchids growing in the valley. When I saw her the first time, I felt a kind of heartbeat feeling. But, at the time and in that environment, I could only hide it in my heart. When I was at school, I silently looked at her from a distance. Later, we all went to high school. I gained the courage to write her a letter. At that time, it was not as open as now. It was a bad thing if some else knew about it!"

Professor Lu took a sip of tea. With a hoarse voice, he talked about their ignorance of youth and love. In that era, they were apart because of the social environment. When they met each again, Wen Wan had already married.

The most loved ones had married others, but they were arranged to meet each other again at the university.

It seemed a cruel thing. Wang Yao could only imagine the heartache they felt when they met again.

"Later, we were in contact," Professor Lu said. "Her husband died young, but I also have a family."

Wang Yao was shocked.

"Oh, I spiritually derailed, didn't I?" the old man asked.

Wang Yao smiled and said nothing. These things could not be decided as right or wrong. It was that the god of destiny made fools of them.

They two shared one afternoon, a cup of tea, a story, and decades of friendship. Wang Yao was deeply touched. These things, heard in person, were different. Neither a television program nor a movie could compare.

"You are not married yet?" Professor Lu asked.

"Not yet," Wang Yao said.

"Is there someone you like?" Professor Lu asked.

Wang Yao's eyes drifted out of the window. "I suppose I had one."

"You have to seize and cherish her," Wang Yao said.

After drinking tea, the old man got up and said goodbye.

In the afternoon, when Wang Yao went home to have a meal, his mother asked about the matter. "Is there a university professor in the village looking to you for treatment?"

"That traveled really fast," Wang Yao said with emotion. It had just been one day.

"The village is not big. Plus, they rented a house here, so I heard it by chance." Zhang Xiuying smiled.

"Correct," Wang Yao said.

"Is she very sick?" his mother asked.

"She's very sick," Wang Yao said.

"Don't blame me if I want to ask more," Zhang Xiuying said.

"Go ahead, I won't," Wang Yao hurriedly said.

"As for the disease, treat it if you can. But, if you cannot, don't force yourself," Zhang Xiuying said. "I don't want you to be blamed."

"I know, Mom," Wang Yao said.