822 I Want to Become an Immortal (1/2)
When he came to the clinic, he started to explain the essence of Taoism, the theory of immortality, and Taoism's Tan-Do. He cited and quoted from several sources to support his thesis, which was closely reasoned and well-argued. Toward the end, he even talked about immortal pills and said that he had the prescription of immortal pills in hand but a few herbs were missing.
”Hello Doctor, please take a look at my son and see if he is suffering from paranoia,” said the middle-aged man who had brought the thin-looking young man. ”He is always thinking of cultivation and becoming an immortal.”
”How long has this situation been going on for?” Wang Yao asked.
”It has been more than a year. Starting from last spring, he and his classmates went to the South. After he came back, he became odd and bizarre. All day, he would just fantasize about becoming an immortal of Taoism.” The middle-aged man sighed and continued. ”In the beginning, I just took it as if he had said it casually but gradually found something wrong with him. He was reading some Taoist books all day and also bought some other rubbish. He tried to create medicine and pills by himself and almost died of poisoning twice. Fortunately, I found him just in time and took him to see a psychiatrist. They said it was a delusion. They suggested that he be put in a mental hospital for compulsory treatment. I was reluctant to take him in, so I just kept him at home all the time. I have also found many doctors to treat him, but his condition has not improved at all. It has become more serious. I brought him here for you to take a look at him.”
”I am not sick,” the young man said.
”Why do you cultivate?” Wang Yao asked
”To be able to live forever,” the young man firmly said.
”Where is your master from?” Wang Yao asked.
”Chang Chun Zi,” the young man replied.
”Qiu Chu Ji?” Wang Yao's first thought was Qiu Chu Ji, the Qiu Chu Ji from the Quanzhen sect in Chang Chun Zi.
”No!” The man waved his hand.
”Who is it then?” Wang Yao asked.
”Ha-ha, he's not important enough to tell the outside world,” the young man said with a smile.
Although he was thin, his eyes were very sharp.
”I'll take your pulse.” Wang Yao stretched out his hand and grasped the young man's wrist.
”I am not sick!” The young man struggled, but like a chick, he was firmly held down by Wang Yao.
”Well, there's nothing seriously wrong with his body. There is a certain amount of toxin accumulated in his internal organs. It is related to the so-called pills he has taken. As for his mental health?” Wang Yao looked at the young man with a smile. ”That is a big problem!”
His illness was quite similar to that of Chen Ying's younger brother. He was a martial arts man with a brain full of swords and fighting. He was also a man with a mind full of immortal cultivation methods. It was a deep obsession.
This young man was different from Chen Zhou, who had a problem with the meridians of his brain. He had no problem with the meridians of his brain. His illness was not real. It was all in his mind. After listening to the father's description, he could sit for hours meditating and chanting scriptures. Since he was able to sit still for hours, he was not particularly manic.
”Interesting!” Wang Yao remarked with a smile. It was the first time he had seen such an illness.
”Dr. Wang, what do you think of him?” the father asked.
”He has too much obsession,” Wang Yao replied.
”Obsession?” the father asked.
”What obsession are you talking about?” the young man asked. ”You guys don't understand anything.”
The thought to cultivate and find a way to become an immortal had already been planted in his mind. It was like planting seeds in the soil. It had already sprouted deep roots and grown into a tree trunk. The tree trunk was not like the ones in reality. One could not just chop them off if they wanted to get rid of it. It was extremely difficult to chop down the ”tree of obsession” in his mind because it was a world of spiritual thinking. It could only be thought and gotten. It was unspeakable.
”Dr. Wang, what do you think we can do?” the father asked.
”You are not locals, right?” Wang Yao asked.
”We are from the provincial city,” the father said. ”We heard from friends that you are highly skilled in medicine, so we came to have a look.”
”His condition is very special,” Wang Yao said. ”I need to think about how to treat him.”
This was his first time encountering a patient who had no organic diseases and was just a hypochondriac.
”Since you are a man of cultivation, how should I address you?” Wang Yao asked the young man.
”The Breeze,” the young man replied.
”The breeze is blowing slowly, but the waves are not good,” Wang Yao said.
”Exactly,” the young man said.
”What is longevity?” Wang Yao asked.
”For a long time, heaven and earth lived together, eternal and immortal,” the young man replied.
”What is the use of longevity?” Wang Yao asked.
”To be at ease and carefree,” the young man answered.
”What else can you do besides cultivating?” Wang Yao asked.
”Alchemy,” the young man replied.
”How is it going?” Wang Yao asked.
”OK.” The young man shrugged.
”How will you live without your parents?” Wang Yao asked
”By living on the wind and the dew,” the young man said.
Wang Yao laughed loudly.
”Why not?” the young man asked.
”Living on wind and the dew?” The doubt could be seen on Wang Yao's face.
”A man of practice does not belong to the outside world,” the young man said.
”Alright, you guys can leave.” Wang Yao waved his hand.
”Doctor, what about his illness?” the father asked.
”Let me think about it,” Wang Yao said. ”You guys can leave your contact information. I'll get in touch when I have thought it through.”
He did not have a good way to treat this strange patient.
”Sure.” The middle-aged man could not help but showed disappointment on his face. He had come with hope and traveled thousands of miles. He had not expected such an outcome.
He thought, Can my son really not be saved?
The family left the clinic just as Pan Jun came in from outside.
”Master, is that young man a Taoist?” he asked.
”Yes, he thinks he is a Taoist,” Wang Yao replied.
”He thinks?” Pan Jun asked.
”His illness is very strange,” Wang Yao said. ”He has a deep obsession. He wants to become an immortal through cultivation.”