Elixir Supplier

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"Please help him. I feel bad seeing him like that!" Wang Mingbao commented.

"Okay. I have matters to attend to; I shall leave now." Wang Yao nodded. If Wang Mingbao had not made this request, he would not have been willing to interfere in this matter.

"Drive carefully."

Wang Yao drove home and speedily recorded Wei Hai's illness and diagnosis.

He was not a sage who cared for all of humanity nor was he a Buddha who delivered all living creatures from torment.

He was unable to treat all sorts of illnesses and see all sorts of patients.

For someone like Wei Hai whom he had a bad first impression, if Wang Mingbao had not requested it, Wang Yao would not have seen him. Since he did, and it was unquestionably a challenging, difficult-to-treat illness, he considered that he could give it a try.

The man's health was very poor. Hence the main objective was to consolidate the corporeity. At the same time, he had to consider how to get rid of the poisonous bugs in his body. Wang Yao took a day to think up of the treatment plan. There were still many areas that needed further thought and consideration.

The next day, he had arranged to go to Haiqu City with Tian Yuantu.

The decoction was already done and was to be delivered to the patient for consumption. Tian Yuantu had informed Secretary Yang of this. The latter had declined several meetings in order to wait for them.

Seeing Secretary Yang's mother for the second time, Wang Yao could see that her complexion looked better, likely due to the consumption of the Regather soup.

"Hello, Doctor Wang."

"Hello, Secretary Yang."

Both parties did not exchange many pleasantries. Wang Yao took his mother's pulse, determined that her body seemed better, and then took out the prepared decoction.

"I decocted this. Please drink a small cup first."

"Okay." Secretary Yang poured his mother a small cup. The color of the decoction was red like fire. Once she drank it, she felt her belly warming up.

Wang Yao sat on the side, his hand on her pulse to detect changes in her pulse condition.

The heat transmitted quite quickly. In no time at all, Secretary Yang's mother's face gradually turned red, and she felt her body heating up as well. It was a feeling she had not experienced in many years. The feeling lasted about an hour before it receded.

"Drink another small cup," said Wang Yao.

"Okay."

Secretary Yang's mother drank another small cup. This time the feeling was similar to the first time, except that the duration lasted longer.

"Effective."

Wang Yao had her drink three consecutive small cups before stopping. In the next two hours, he would take her pulse periodically to observe the changes in her body. This went on until lunchtime was missed.

"Okay, consume the medicine in this way. In three hours, take three small cups. After six hours, take them again," said Wang Yao. "If you feel any discomfort or abnormality, stop taking the medicine immediately."

"Okay."

Secretary Yang treated them to a simple meal as he had other matters to attend to. After the meal, he expressed his gratitude to Wang Yao and left hurriedly.

"He's too busy, hope you don't mind," said Secretary Yang's mother.

"I can understand," Wang Yao replied.

Wang Yao and Tian Yuantu accompanied Secretary Yang's mother and chatted for a bit. Wang Yao checked her pulse condition again, making sure she was okay before leaving. When they reached Lianshan County, it was already evening.

The two of them had something to eat at the county, and then Tian Yuantu dropped Wang Yao off at the village.

In the next few days, Wang Yao went to Pan Jun's three times and treated three patients. These three patients had similar ailments—they all had headaches, and hospital checks were unable to yield reasons for the headaches.

Wang Yao prescribed them two formulas—one was decocted by him, and the other was a formula that could be decocted by the other clinic doctors. All three of them who took the prescriptions saw good results. After that, they went back to tell their family and friends. As a result, some people came to know that Renhe clinic had a young doctor who specialized in treating headaches with good results.

Pan Jun was pleased with the situation. Wang Yao's formula was also not a secret. He left the prescription at the clinic. Pan Jun showed the prescriptions to an elderly Chinese Physician that he knew.

"Eh, the medicine that he uses is quite strange. Why not use the ancient formula?" The elderly physician saw the prescription and was surprised.

"Well, the patients who used this prescription all said the effect was good," Pan Jun replied.

"Okay, it's good that it's effective. These herbs are gentler and have very little harmful effects to the body. That's good."

Hearing the old physician's words, Pan Jun kept the prescription.

"Progress is pretty good." Wang Yao looked at the changes in the system alert. Within ten days, he had accumulated another ten people's recognition. This was most likely the result of him treating patients at Pan Jun's clinic.

As Pan Jun's sister noticed that more people came to her clinic, Pan Jun gave more consultations and visitation fees to Wang Yao.

As an analogy, a supermarket that sold a particular product well would bring about sales to its other products. As more people came to Renhe clinic, the better the name it made for itself, and the more people came.

Even when Wang Yao was not around, some people with headaches came to the clinic. They would prescribe the patients the same prescription that Wang Yao had given, and it appeared to be effective. At first, Pan Jun did not mention this matter to Wang Yao. However, one day, a patient had come to the clinic, saying that his headaches worsened upon taking the prescription. The clinic's other doctor was perplexed by this. Pan Jun was on duty at the hospital received the call and rushed to the clinic. Faced with an aggressive patient, he had no better solution, and the rest of the clinic doctors were all quick to shirk responsibility. He had no choice but to call Wang Yao. First, he asked for Wang Yao's address, and then he told the whole story tactfully to him

"What rubbish!" Wang Yao was angered upon hearing him.

As a doctor, one of the taboos was not to prescribe medicine without understanding the source of the illness.

He did not consider it too much when he left the prescription behind; it was only out of convenience. He did not realize that the clinic had regarded his prescription as a one-size-fits-all solution. By right, the herbs were gentle, and the ordinary person should be able to take them. However, they might not be suitable for some people!

Pan Jun kept apologizing over the phone and drove to Wang Yao's village. It was his first time there.

"This place is quite inaccessible."

The village path was made of cement. It was considered an improvement from before. However, it was a bit narrow and giving way to another vehicle was an issue.

After waiting at the village entrance for a bit, from afar, he saw Wang Yao appear from the South.

"So sorry, Doctor Wang." When he spoke, he carefully observed Wang Yao's facial expression. He was mortally afraid that Wang Yao would be angry and no longer wish to cooperate with him and the clinic.

"Let's go see the patient quickly," said Wang Yao. As it was his prescription that caused the trouble, he would naturally be the one to resolve the problem.

"Okay."

Pan Jun drove particularly fast and reached the clinic in no time.

The patient was still waiting at the clinic.

Wang Yao looked at the patient and could approximately guess where the problem lied. It was a middle-aged man, not more than 40 years old.

"I thought you ran away?!" his voice was a bit resonant.

"How can I? I have specially invited the expert here," Pan Jun smiled and said. "Mr. Zhang, let Doctor Wang help you."

"Him?!" the middle-aged man stared at Wang Yao, his expression full of doubt.

"Yes. Doctor Wang may be young, but his medical skills are excellent. Those with headaches had all been successfully treated by him."

"Then why is it that it doesn't have any effect on me but make my headaches worse when I took your prescription?!" the middle-aged man questioned.

"That's why we have invited Doctor Wang to take a look at you."

After much persuasion, they managed to get the middle-aged man to sit down and let Wang Yao examine him.

Wang Yao took his pulse and momentarily froze.

This headache is so strange!

How long have you had the headaches?

"Not long, around ten days," said the middle-aged man.

"Apart from headaches, do you feel discomfort in other areas?"

"No," the man thought over and replied.

"Your stomach should not be well, and this area is a bit sore." Wang Yao reached out and pointed to his ribs.

"Eh, that's right. Now that you mention it, it is, indeed," the man said. "How did you know?"

"Sir, have you had a lot of good news lately?"

"Indeed. My wife gave birth to a chubby baby. Recently the sales for ginger has been good, and I happen to have a huge stock of it. Also, my old man's illness has gotten better. So it's been a series of good news, haha." When he spoke of these matters, the man laughed.

Ouch, he clutched to his ribs on the side.

"So it's started to hurt? When your ribs hurt, does your head hurt as well?" Wang Yao smiled and asked.

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded.

"Okay, you can go back," said Wang Yao.

"What? You didn't do anything, and you want me to go back?" the middle-aged man was not too happy when he heard him.

"You have no illness."

"If I have no illness, then why does my head ache and my stomach hurt?"

"Your stomach hurts because your breath was diverted, it will get better after a while. Your head hurts because you had a lot of happy news lately, laughed too much and got too excited. This stimulated your nerves."

Ah?!

This explanation had stunned both the middle-aged man and Pan Jun.

"You don't need to take medicine. I estimate you will be better in three days."

Frankly, Wang Yao did not expect such a situation. Regardless of whether it was the "smell" or "ask" form of diagnosis, he could not detect any obvious symptoms from the man. However, he could detect some abnormalities in his heart when he took his pulse. When he saw his complexion, he ventured a guess and asked some questions and then came up with this strange conclusion.

"I really have no problems?" the man could not help but feel anxious.

"Within a week, if the head still aches, we will treat you for free."

"Okay, I will believe you this time," after saying that, the middle-aged man departed.

"Do not use that prescription again!" after the man left, Wang Yao spoke to Pan Jun seriously on another matter.

"Okay, I promise," Pan Jun solemnly promised. An excellent doctor versus a dead prescription—if he weighed the pros and cons, he naturally knew which one he would pick.