499 Expecting Death (1/2)
Wang Yao documented the symptoms, diagnoses, formula, and treatment method of all of his patients. He highlighted the massage therapy, which was his own unique treatment method and not typical.
He didn't stop working until 7 p.m. His mother had called him a few times. He put his notebook away and left the clinic.
”You are so late today,” Zhang Xiuying said.
”Yes, I had a lot of patients today,” Wang Yao replied.
He did a brief calculation and found that he had seen 37 patients. He wasn't sure how many patients those hospital doctors saw on a typical day. He didn't get a chance to rest except for a lunch break. He was extremely busy but feeling content.
”You should get some help,” Wang Ru suggested.
”Hire someone to help me?” Wang Yao asked. ”I'll think about it.”
He had never thought about this before. He wouldn't trust people he didn't know. After all, his clinic was special. Whomever worked in his clinic would find his secret one day.
”Anyway, eat your dinner first,” Wang Ru said.
Wang Yao had a few drinks with his father and Du Mingyang. He was not a big fan of alcohol, but he didn't mind drinking it. Plus, he wouldn't get drunk. After all, he was much more fit than average people.
Since Wang Yao got home late and had been drinking, it was 8:30 p.m. by the time he finished dinner. He chatted with his family for a while after clearing up the table.
Zhang Xiuying used a big wok to cook dinner. The heat transferred to their brick bed, so it was very comfortable lying on the brick bed.
Wang Yao's family was a typical Chinese family. The male family members were quiet while the female members were quite talkative. Both Wang Yao's mother and sister were outgoing. He and his father didn't talk much. Du Mingyang was relatively talkative. He created a harmonious atmosphere in
Wang Yao's family.
After Wang Yao had finished massaging his parents, he went back to Nanshan Hill around 9 p.m.
He had seen many patients and used up all the herbs he prepared the night before. He needed to prepare herbs for the next day. He presumed that he would have many patients the next day as well because it would be the weekend. He prepared to stay up overnight.
He started a fire, fried the herbs, grinded the herbs into powder, and sieved the powder. He didn't stop working until midnight. Then, he turned the light off and went to bed.
It was dry and cold overnight. It seemed to be a very long night.
…
It was much warmer in South Xinjiang, which was thousands of miles away from Lianshan.
Inside a stockade village among the mountains, a middle-aged man was lying on his bed. Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!
He couldn't stop coughing. He was so skinny that he looked like a mummy. He had deeply sunken eyes, which looked huge. He was very short of breath.
His family members stood next to his bed. An old man with white hair and a beard sat next to the bed.
”The toxin have gone inside his heart. I can't do anything to help him,” the old man said.
”Sir, please help him,” a short and skinny middle-aged woman said with tears.
”I'm sorry,” the old man said with a sigh.
The middle-aged man was not the first person to be poisoned. Since they decided to feed the poisonous insects, they needed to take the consequence.
People died from feeding poisonous insects every year. Therefore, less and less people in the stockade village had any connection with those insects.
”Sir, that fantastic doctor is in a town nearby, can you ask him to take a look at him?” one of the middle-aged man's family members asked.
”OK, get the car ready. I'll ask him,” the old man said after keeping silent for a moment.
”OK,” the family member said.
The town at the border of Xinjiang was as pretty as a picture.
An old man with white hair and beard, who had slight hunchback but was in good spirits, had a pipe in his mouth. Sitting opposite him was another old man, who was of similar age but thinner. His skin was as dry as tree bark, but his eyes were very bright. He was wearing a jacket made from old coarse cloth.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.
”It is not good to stay up too late,” the old man smoking the pipe said.
”I've gotten used to it,” the old man wearing coarse cloth said.
”Tell me what brings you here?” the old man smoking the pipe asked.
”I want to invite you to our stockade village,” the other old man replied.
”Who is sick?” the old man smoking the pipe asked.
”A young person in the village. He was poisoned by those insects, you know,” the other old man said.
”OK, just give me a second,” the old man said after taking a whiff or two of the pipe. Then, he picked up his medical box from the table. ”Let's go.”
The two old men were like two old friends who hadn't seen each other for years. They didn't talk a lot. They kept their conversation simple.
A car was travelling on the even path among the mountains late at night. It took a long time to arrive to the stockade village.
”He is beyond cure,” the old doctor said after seeing the middle-aged man.