840 Let Him Dream, Let Him Lose His Memory (1/2)
He spent the entire night in agony. There was pain throughout his body. He was better off dead.
He wanted to die, to bite his tongue off and commit suicide, but found that he did not even have the strength to open his mouth. He could only lie on the ground and breathe.
The feeling of wanting to die but not being able to was horrible.
That night, Wang Yao called Su Xiaoxue and told her that he had found the person who had harmed her years ago. Su Xiaoxue was silent for a long time.
”What are you going to do with him, Sir?” she asked.
”He will not live past the next few days,” Wang Yao said.
”No,” Su Xiaoxue hurriedly said. ”I don't want you to kill people because of me. It's against the law!”
”He won't be able to live long on his own,” Wang Yao said. ”He is seriously ill. He often comes into contact with poisons. There are a lot of poisons accumulated in his body, which will destroy his body.”
”Oh, that's good then.” Su Xiaoxue felt a little relieved.
”You are too kind,” Wang Yao said. ”Nobody's finding trouble with you at school, right?”
”No, I'm fine here,” Su Xiaoxue replied.
”That is good. The weather is turning cold. Wear more clothing and pay attention to your health.”
”Yes.”
After chatting for a while, they hung up.
The night was long. For some people, it was excruciating and long. One day felt like a year. When a ray of sunshine in the early morning shone into the house, the man lying on the ground squinted.
I'm still alive! Why am I still alive?
He wanted to shout, question, and curse, but he did not have the strength. He did not even have the strength to wish to die. He just laid on the ground with the pain tormenting him.
Three people were in the clinic. It was a couple and a young man in Taoist robes.
”Hello, Dr. Wang. I am sorry to bother you again,” the middle-aged man said. ”I am here about my son's illness.”
”Ah, I remember,” Wang Yao said. ”He wanted to become an immortal, right?”
This time, the young man's appearance was much worse.
”What is the matter?” Wang Yao asked.
”Ah, he made the elixir at home himself and took two of them,” the young man's father said. ”He went to the hospital to get his stomach pumped.”
”Oh.”
”Ah, Dad, you are ruining my success. Have you not heard of this before? If one becomes an immortal, his family and relatives will all follow him. If I were to achieve immortality, how could I forget about you guys?” The young man sighed and shook his head. ”Forget it, forget it. It is probably an obstacle I have to cross.”
Ha-ha, he is getting more and more serious, Wang Yao thought.
”I'll try to treat him,” Wang Yao said. As he spoke, he took some silver needles out of the needle bag and approached the young man.
”What are you going to do?” The young man's face quickly changed.
”Be calm, and don't panic,” Wang Yao said.
The man wanted to stand up to resist, but he felt that his body was disobeying him. It was as if it had been bound by something. He could only watch the doctor hold the silver needle and insert it into his head, which slightly hurt. His body unconsciously trembled. As soon as his eyes opened, a strange feeling enveloped him. It was like his thoughts had been instantly emptied.
Was it useful?
The needle had pierced a unique acupoint that affects one's memory and thinking. The invisible binding disappeared. The young man felt that he had regained control of his body.
”What did you do to me just now?” he asked.
”How do you feel?”
The young man thought for a moment and said, ”As if my soul has just left my body.”
”Mmm.” Wang Yao was observing the young man.
”Are you also a man of practice?”
”Your sentences are almost inseparable from your dreams!”
”I'm a pharmacist,” Wang Yao replied. ”I heal and save people.”
”I'm not ill,” the young man said. ”I'm cultivating. Is that considered a disease?”
”Yes. Actually, I think you're on the wrong track,” Wang Yao said.
”Wrong track? Where did I go wrong?” the young man asked.
”If you are cultivating and practicing, where are the holy lands of practice?” Wang Yao asked.
”Wudang Mountain, Sanqing Mountain, and Longhu Mountain,” the young man replied.
”Have you ever been there?”