550 Regaining the Name of Traditional Chinese Pharmacis (1/2)
The decoction was amazing.
”Dad!” Wang Zecheng yelled.
It was a sunny day. The old man was sitting in the courtyard leaning on the wall.
”Where is Haoyuan?” his father asked. He thought his son went to pick up his grandson.
”I didn't go to pick up Haoyuan. I went out for something else,” Wang Zecheng said. ”How do you feel?”
”I feel good and comfortable,” the old man said.
”Good, I'll pick up Haoyuan soon,” Wang Zecheng said. ”Let me grab something first.”
He went inside the house.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.
”What did the doctor say?” his wife asked.
”He didn't give me a discount,” Wang Zecheng said.
”How many more decoctions does your dad need?” his wife asked.
”Not many I guess,” Wang Zecheng said. He decided not to tell his wife the truth yet because he didn't want her to complain about spending too much money on his father's treatment. He also didn't want his father to overhear the complaints.
”By the way, I need to go and pick Haoyuan up,” Wang Zecheng said.
”Okay, drive safely,” his wife said.
Meanwhile, Wang Yao continued teaching Pan Jun massage techniques. During the lesson, the two chatted.
”That guy is from your village?” Pan Jun asked.
”Yes, his dad is sick,” Wang Yao said.
”What is wrong with his dad?” Pan Jun asked.
”Late-stage cancer,” Wang Yao said.
”What?” Pan Jun was surprised. ”You want to cure a late-stage cancer patient?”
”I'm trying to,” Wang Yao said.
”Can you cure him?” Pan Jun asked.
Wang Yao laughed. ”Do you have doubts about my expertise? To be honest, I feel like I'm stealing a person from the reaper.”
No one could guarantee that he could cure a late-stage cancer patient. Wang Yao possibly could in another year.
Pan Jun invited Wang Yao for lunch at the restaurant in the village next door.
”Master, I think it's a shame for someone like you to hide in this small village,” Pan Jun said. He had said this more than once.
Pan Jun hadn't realized how good Wang Yao exactly was until he started to learn massage from him. Wang Yao might not be able to bring a dead person back to life, but he was definitely a better doctor than most so-called medical specialists.
”It makes no difference where I am,” Wang Yao said with a smile.
”Master, what should I say if anyone asks me who I learn massage from?” Pan Jun asked.
Wang Yao suddenly heard a mission from the system.
Mission: Regain the name of traditional Chinese Pharmacist, which has long disappeared. This is a long-term mission. The reward of successful completion includes a medical book and three bags of herb seeds. The punishment of failure is to take back the system and your knowledge given by the system.
What the hell is this mission? Long-term? How long? Is there a due date?
”Master? Is everything alright?” Pan Jun gently asked since Wang Yao seemed to be preoccupied.
”It's nothing,” Wang Yao said. ”Tell people you learn from a traditional Chinese Pharmacist.”
”Traditional Chinese Pharmacist? I see. You've mentioned that before,” Pan Jun said. ”So if anyone asks me who teaches me massage, I'll tell them I learn from a traditional Chinese Pharmacist. By the way, your surname is Wang. I learn from the King Pharmacist, Pharmacist Wang?”
”Nonsense,” Wang Yao seriously said. He didn't think he deserved the title King.
”I'm just joking. Don't be mad, Master,” Pan Jun said.
”Never mind, let's eat,” Wang Yao said.
He didn't expect a question from a new student during a meal would trigger such a long-term mission out of blue. He had to regain the name of traditional Chinese Pharmacist. The mission required great effort and time.
It made Wang Yao think of a poem, The strong pass of the enemy is like a wall of iron yet with firm strides; we are conquering its summit.
”When do you think I'll be good enough to practice on my own?” Pan Jun asked.
”You? Not anytime soon,” Wang Yao said with a smile.
”OK, I'll work harder,” Pan Jun said.
They returned to the clinic after lunch.
”You can take a nap here. It's good for your health,” Wang Yao said. He pointed to a spare room with a bed inside it.
”OK,” Pan Jun said.
Both Wang Yao and Pan Jun took a break after lunch. One had a nap while the other one did breathing exercises. Wang Yao continued to teach Pan Jun massage techniques in the afternoon.
A patient soon came to the clinic. He had come to see Wang Yao a few days ago because of diarrhea.