171 The Boat Met with A Storm. On the Verge of Death (1/2)

When he stepped into the house, Wang Yao saw the patient.

An elderly man in his 70's with greying hair and beard was lying on the bed. His face had a yellowish hue, and his breath was as light and shallow as gossamer. Beside the bed, an old man with white hair and beard sat. He was dressed in a traditional Chinese garment, and he was very skinny, but his eyes were lively. He was taking the pulse of the old man on the bed.

Sigh. The old man let out a deep sigh after taking the pulse.

”How is it, Mr. Sang?” Zhou Ying who had rarely spoken on the way to the house spoke up hastily after seeing his reaction.

The old man named Sang pondered for some time before responding, ”I am unable to do anything more. Be prepared for the worst.”

He got up and realized that the house had one more person, a young man who exuded an unexplainable aura that caused most people to unconsciously take more than a look at him.

”This lad is?”

”Oh, he is—” Zhou Xiong was about to reply that Wang Yao was their relative. However, Wang Yao unexpectedly spoke up.

”Hello Sir, I am a pharmacist,” Wang Yao smiled and said.

He took the initiative to introduce himself and exposed his identity because when he saw the old man, he felt an inexplicable sense of kinship with him. Simply put, the old man exuded a similar demeanor as he did.

”An ancient pharmacist?” The old man was slightly astonished.

”Yes.”

”Haha, I've not heard of this title for a long time. My young friend, how do I address you?” The old man's mannerism was amicable. His bearing and speech did not show any sense of disdain or arrogance, which was why Wang Yao admired him.

”Wang Yao.”

”Young friend, go ahead.”

Wang Yao did not act formal and sat by the bed and took the patient's pulse. Upon diagnosis, his brows gradually furrowed, and after a while, he shifted away from his fingers.

”How is it, Doctor Wang?” Zhou Xiong's father asked in a soft voice. He knew Wang Yao was extraordinary.

”The poison has reached the viscera; the blood vessels and tendons are disorderly, and the vigor has retrograded. Also, he has multiple bone fractures and injuries to the internal organs.”

There were multiple ailments, and any one of the ailments would have been deadly if it befell any person.

This patient was akin to a boat that was riddled with thousands of gaping holes and yet was cruising through a violent storm. It was a miracle that the patient was able to survive till now.

Yes. The old man named Sang heard Wang Yao's diagnosis and nodded in agreement.

Compared to the other people Wang Yao had met, when he said that he was a pharmacist, the old man's heart was filled with surprise and anticipation. The title had been buried for too long, and most people were unaware that there was such an occupation in ancient times. This young man had not brought disgrace to this title—he had taken the pulse and diagnosed the illness successfully.

”Is there a way to treat him?”

”Temporarily, no.” Wang Yao shook his head.

Such a patient was basically on his way to Hades; it would be incredibly difficult to pull him back.

While they were talking, the patient on the bed whose breaths were weak and shallow, suddenly started to breathe rapidly. His body started to perspire. The sweat was both salty and sticky.

”Oh no!”

Both Wang Yao and the old man named Sang exclaimed at the same time.

This was an indication that the patient was at death's door; he was so critically ill that his Yang energy was about to diminish.

Wang Yao quickly put his hands on the pulse. The pulse condition was very weak and seemed to be on the verge of stopping.

Mr. Sang was on the side testing the patient's four limbs. They were deathly cold to the touch.

”Ying…” the unconscious old man started to speak, but his voice was very faint and could not be heard clearly. He seemed to be calling his son's name.

This was the moment of clarity while on the brink of death.

”Dad!” Zhou Xiong's cousin kneeled down beside the bed. The man who had been silent during the journey had now teared up uncontrollably.

This was Wang Yao's first time being in such close proximity to a person whose death was imminent.

The death god had descended and was prepared to take away the old man.

Hang on. Wang Yao suddenly thought of the newly made Prolongation pill. Perhaps this pill could help.

”Don't cry.” Wang Yao had an idea. He slipped his hands into his pocket and retrieved a bottle of pills. He took out a pill. A faint herbal scent was emitted.