214 The fame of the doctor (1/2)

Sang Guzi laughed after hearing that.

Being youthful was sometimes a boon, but also sometimes a bane.

”If there's a chance, would you try to treat his son again?”

”We'll see.”

Wang Yao was currently handling multiple cases, and he needed to properly resolve each one. He understood what it meant to bite off more than one could chew.

”I met Mr. Sun not long ago.”

”Oh?” Wang Yao turned to look at Sang Guzi.

”It was just yesterday night,” Sang Guzi said.

Wang Yao nodded his head, not saying anything.

From this short conversation with Wang Yao, Sang Guzi could guess his attitude towards this case and chose not to say more.

That afternoon, Wang Yao went once more to check on Zhou Wuyi.

After confirming that the patient's condition had improved, he considered whether it was about time to leave. After all, the treatment for Zhou Wuyi needed to stretch over a long time with consistent medication. However, he also had to consider one other thing. Some of Zhou Wuyi's channels were broken or chaotic, and if they weren't rejoined and treated, those areas might start to break down and shrivel up. In fact, parts of Zhou Wuyi's body were already showing signs of it. Once the break down reached a certain point, it would be impossible to recover from it. This was just like the withering of a tree. At some point, it would reach the point of no return.

With Wang Yao's current capabilities, he could not think of any methods to treat the broken channels.

He also informed the Zhou family of his considerations and to let them prepare another doctor like Master Sang to take over the treatment.

”Could both of you continue the treatment together?” This was an idea that Zhou Xiong's father brought up.

Truth is, the previous time, Wang Yao had worked together with Sang Guzi before. With Wang Yao's miraculous medicines and Sang Guzi's acupuncture, they produced effective results.

”We can discuss that,” Wang Yao said.

”Sure.”

After lunch, Wang Yao and Sang Guzi sat down to discuss the matter.

”I could only diagnose the following things,” Sang Guzi said, taking out a record.

At his age, Sang Guzi no longer cared about fame or benefits. He had already seen through those things. When there were illnesses that he could not understand or diagnose, illnesses that he could not treat, and where there were other people who could do better than him, he would readily admit his lack of ability. He was not like some other people who might act as though they understood despite not having any idea.

The worst thing that anyone could do was to pretend to know something when they didn't. This was especially the case for medicine because this affected the patients' wellbeing.

Right now, the conundrum they were facing was that they had no way to treat the problems they had diagnosed.

However, since they had no way to resolve it yet, they would just put it off.

Sang Guzi talked with Wang Yao about various other matters, such as his experiences as a doctor. Naturally, they talked about the strange diseases that they had seen. For Wang Yao, this was a rare opportunity because after all, in the world of Chinese medicine, most practitioners did not like sharing their secrets and interacting with each other. This was also the cause of Chinese medicine's decline.

Wang Yao listened very attentively throughout the discussion. The discussion lasted till evening. The two of them stopped talking after the sun had set.

”Thank you!” Wang Yao said as he bowed to Master Sang.

He had no idea why Sang Guzi would suddenly tell him all of these things. To any doctor, to a famous doctor, his experiences and his techniques were the basis for his pride and success.

”Hahaha, I'm getting old. There's no need for me to keep all these to myself. I hope that it was helpful for you,” Sang Guzi said.

Whether it was experience or knowledge, these were things he had only told his disciple and his son before. Today, however, he saw something in Wang Yao that gave him hope that these forgotten practices could once again flourish.

”I think you can write a book,” Wang Yao said.

”A book?” Sang Guzi's eyes suddenly lit up.

He had actually thought about doing so before but eventually had given up on the idea.

Such is life. There were things that you needed to do quickly while you still had the motivation and when the experiences and ideas were still fresh. Once you procrastinated, who knew when you would ever get back to doing it!

”I thought about doing it about seven or eight years ago,” Sang Guzi said.

”Your experiences are really rich and precious. It would be a shame to not pass it down,” Wang Yao said very sincerely.

”Let me think about it a bit more,” Sang Guzi replied, laughing.

”You've shared a lot of your experiences. Let me share some of mine,” Wang Yao said. There were some things that he had seen that he also wanted to discuss. Unfortunately, there had never been anyone suitable for him to talk about it with. After all, people of sufficient quality like Sang Guzi were hard to find.

”Please!” Sang Guzi replied.

Wang Yao began talking about various ancient techniques and practices, including the four methods of diagnosis. Of course, he left out the last ”observational diagnosis.”

Sang Guzi's eyes lit up as he listened to Wang Yao, and his body began to tremble in excitement.

Wang Yao spoke till the sky turned dark.

Bang, bang, bang. There was a knock at the door.

”Master Sang, Wang Yao, dinner is ready,” Zhou Xiong called out to them.

”Okay,” Wang Yao replied.