253 Cave Heaven and Blessed Land, Promoting Longevity (1/2)
”Uncle Fengxiang is ill?”
”Yes, he fainted in his house this afternoon and went to the hospital. It's a rapid disease,” Zhang Xiuying said.
”Oh,” Wang Yao responded.
Two days ago, he had seen the middle-aged man on the hill. He was physically fit and had a smile on his face. He looked pretty healthy. Of course, Wang Yao only saw him from afar and did not look closely.
”I'll go take a look when he's back.”
When Nanshan hill was on fire the other day, this man had helped to put out the fire. Wang Yao remembered his kindness.
”Alright.”
After dinner, Wang Yao went up to Nanshan hill again.
...
In the county hospital in Lianshan County.
He Xiuhua, who just came rushing from home, sat in the hallway and wept alone.
”You have to be mentally prepared. The patient's condition is more serious.”
The doctor did not mention the specific extent to which the disease could be recovered. It was entirely dependent on a person's exercise.
Her husband had cerebral thrombosis. He collapsed to the ground without a single symptom.
Nowadays, the population diagnosed with cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases were increasing. Some young people in their twenties would even get this disease. This was almost impossible in the past. This disease happened to be difficult to treat, and the onset was rapid. Furthermore, most people these days did not have the awareness of visiting the hospital early when there was discomfort in their body. As a result, they had never noticed these symptoms. Therefore, once the disease showed itself, it was often an emergency.
A man in his forties was in the prime of his life and should be working hard. If the backbone of the family collapsed, the family would fall apart.
”What am I going to do?”
She could not cry in front of her husband. She also did not dare to tell him the truth. She was afraid that he would have some other thoughts.
At this time, there were also not many relatives who came forward to help. As the saying went, a friend in need is a friend indeed.
The hallway was very quiet at night. A woman was sobbing silently.
Instead, a family member of another patient in the same ward came to give her some advice and asked her to take it easy.
In the hospital, time passed very slowly, and it was torturing.
...
Early morning the next day, the weather was somewhat gloomy, and the air was a bit stuffy.
It was not felt on the hill.
In the herbal field, there was a jet-black colored vine with the thickness of a pencil tip. It coiled upwards along the trunk of the chestnut tree.
”The licorice roots and polygonum vine are growing quite well,” Wang Yao said with a smile.
After 10 o'clock in the morning, a car arrived at the mountain village and stopped at the south end of the village. Three people who got out of the car. There were two middle-aged men and an old man aged between 70 and 100 years old. The old man was wearing a pair of sunglasses and held a cane in his hand. He still needed someone to hold him while walking.
”Master, it's in front.”
The man leading the way was He Qisheng.
The mountain road was a bit bumpy. After bypassing a mountain, Nanshan hill appeared in front of their eyes.
Yes!
The old man stood in the same spot, looking up at the mountain.
The vegetation on the mountain was not considered to be luxuriant, but there it was large. That area was where Wang Yao planed his trees to arrange the battle array earlier on. They had already grown now. Under the dual effects of the aura of the heaven and earth and the ancient spring water, they were green and luxuriant and were growing very well.
”This mountain has a soul!” The old man's voice was hoarse like a dilapidated bellow.
”Master, should I go up and say a word first?” He Qisheng asked.
”It's okay, we'll go straight up,” the old man replied immediately.
After hearing this, He Qisheng frowned a little.
Three people slowly ascended the hill. There was a barking sound coming from the hill.
Was someone here?
Wang Yao walked out of the cottage.
After a while, three people appeared outside the herbal field. The first one was He Qisheng. Behind him, there was a middle-aged man holding an old man.
”Dr. Wang.”
”Hello.” Wang Yao looked at the two people behind him.
He Qisheng came a little abruptly. If this was in the past, he would give Wang Yao a call before coming.
”This is my teacher.” He pointed at the old man behind him.
Glancing at the tree saplings in front of him, which had already grown to the thickness of a baby's wrist, the old man said, ”Hallucinatory embattle?”
”Oh?!” Wang Yao was a little stunned.
The old man was actually a knowledgeable person. Why did He Qisheng bring him here?