Elixir Supplier

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

“I will visit you in Beijing when I have time,” Wang Yao said.

“OK,” Su Xiaoxue said.

“Oh?” Chu Lian was surprised to hear their conversation.

What does he mean? She thought about a number of possibilities. She glanced at Miss Su and then Wang Yao. It can’t be!

Guo Zhenghe heard their conversation, too. He just smiled the same big, shiny smile.

“I have to go, too. See you next time,” Guo Zhenghe said to Wang Yao.

“See you later,” Wang Yao said.

Guo Zhenghe left by car. There was no point for him to continue to stay since Su Xiaoxue had left.

After he got into his car, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared like sunny weather suddenly becoming gloomy.

“Stupid!” Guo Zhenghe clenched his teeth. A moment later, the smile returned to his face. It was still the same shiny smile.

…

In the afternoon, Li Shiyu delivered a truck of trees. “Did you contract the whole hill?”

“Yes,” Wang Yao said.

“These trees aren’t worth a lot of money until after they are full grown,” Li Shiyu said.

“I know. I just want to make the environment on the hill better and the air fresher,” Wang Yao said.

“What?” Li Shiyu was surprised at his answer.

“I don’t care about money. The bottom line is I’m happy. Am I right?” Wang Yao asked. He was very happy today.

“Yeah, you are right,” said Li Shiyu, who thought Wang Yao was a wonderful person. “Grrr!”

“Thank you,” Wang Yao said.

“You are welcome,” Li Shiyu said. “Grrr!”

“You are burping?” Wang Yao asked.

“Yeah. I don’t know why I keep burping,” Li Shiyu said.

Wang Yao smiled and rapidly patted on Li Shiyu’s chest and belly.

“Hmm?” Li Shiyu was surprised. He didn’t know what Wang Yao was doing.

“How do you feel now?” Wang Yao asked.

“What do you mean? Wow! I stopped burping,” Li Shiyu said with surprise. He waited for a while and found that he really had stopped burping. “That is amazing!”

Wang Yao smiled.

Li Shiyu left in a good mood.

“That Dr. Wang is wonderful,” he said to his colleague.

“Really?” his colleague asked.

“I had been burping on my way here. Now, after he patted on my chest, I’m fine,” Li Shiyu said.

“Maybe it was just coincidence,” his colleague said.

“No way. He’s really a fantastic doctor,” Li Shiyu said.

Wang Yao quickly transferred all the trees onto Nanshan Hill. It was like he was just carrying cotton.

“Hey, is that Dr. Wang?” Chen Zhou asked.

He and Chen Ying saw Wang Yao from distance hopping on the hill.

“Yes,” Chen Ying said.

“Wow, amazing,” Chen Zhou said.

Wang Yao was hopping between the foot and the top of the hill. One second he was at the foot of the hill, and the next second he was at the middle of the hill. A moment later, he disappeared into the woods. It looked like Wang Yao was jumping on stairs and not a hill. It was unbelievable.

“Is that leaping with Qi?” Chen Zhou asked.

“I’m not sure but probably,” Chen Ying said.

“Shall we go and help Dr. Wang transfer the trees?” Chen Zhou asked.

“Wait!” Chen Ying stopped her brother. “Maybe Dr. Wang doesn’t need our help. Let’s just stay here and watch.”

They continued to watch Wang Yao hopping between the foot and the top of the hill with astonishing speed. He soon finished transferring all the trees onto the hill.

“What is Dr. Wang going to turn Nanshan Hill into?” Chen Zhou asked.

“Well, I’m not sure. Maybe he wants to turn the hill into a so-called place of fortune,” Chen Ying said. She was just speculating.

…

In a different village of Lianshan, a man was taking a walk on the street. One of his legs was normal, but the other one was impaired. He could stretch it out normally, but he could only move it in circles.

“Hello, Feng, are you exercising?” a villager asked.

“Yes, just a bit,” Feng said.

“Your speech is much better,” the villager said with surprise.

The village was not big. Everyone knew everything that happened in each house in the village. Most villagers knew Feng had a stroke and felt sorry for him. They thought he would be wasted.

“Yes, much better,” Feng said.

“Where did you get treatment?” the villager asked.

“I went to see a traditional Chinese medical practitioner,” Feng said. He subconsciously thought was what Wang Yao was.

“You need to exercise a lot,” the villager said.

“Yes,” Feng said.

He slowly walked back and forth twice following the footpath. He finally found a place to sit down to watch his fellow villagers play poker.

“Feng, you look better,” another villager said.

Feng had good reputation in the village since he was nice and honest. The villagers liked interacting with him. They always greeted him when they bumped into him on the street.

“Yes,” Feng said.

After sitting for a moment, he drank some water from his water bottle.

“You’ve got everything with you?” a villager asked.

“Yeah, it’s getting hot.” Feng didn’t say much, but his speech was now quite very clear.

After sitting for a while, he stood up and was about to go home.

“Are you leaving? You don’t wanna stay here a bit longer?” the villager asked.

“No, I gotta go back to feed the animals,” Feng said with a smile.

He slowly began walking back home. After he had gone far enough, the villagers started to talk about him.

“Look at him! He’s such as good man. What a shame he had a stroke,” a villager said.

“You are right. More and more people have stroke nowadays,” another villager said.

“We should eat less meat and more vegetables, and exercise more. We also should try to stay in a good mood,” a middle-aged villager said while playing poker.

“Seriously? I didn’t see you do any of those things,” another villager said.

“One of my relatives had stroke. He is only 52 years old. His lifestyle is terrible. He never cared about what he ate. He had too much meat and fish. Plus, he already had diabetes and hypertension. Then, he suddenly had a stroke. He’s in wheelchair now,” the middle-aged villager said.

“I think Feng is much better now. His speech is quite clear,” a female villager said.

“Yes, his speech was still quite slurred the last time I went to visit him. It was like he had a bun in his mouth” the middle-aged villager said.

“Well, as long as he can look after himself,” the female villager said.

“I think he had a stroke because he was too tired. His son hasn’t got married. He has to save to buy an apartment,” the middle-aged villager said.

“You are right. A person had better not get ill or be too poor,” the female villager said.

Meanwhile, Feng had arrived at home.

“Darling, how are you feeling?” his wife loudly asked as soon as he stepped into the house. She was cooking.

“I’m well. You’ve asked me the same question a thousand times. Don’t you get bored?” Feng asked with a smile. He was a bit louder when talking to his wife.

“No, I just want you to get better. Nothing is more important than your recovery,” his wife said.

Her mood had improved a lot lately. When her husband was still in the hospital, she was really unhappy. It was a torture for her to see her husband suffer. She couldn’t work or tend to house or farm chores. She spent all her time looking after her husband.

One had to experience the difficulty to know how hard it would be when the man of the house got sick. She had to take everything on her shoulders. Her son was still single and seeking a wife. They were not rich family. No girl would marry her son if she knew there was a sick man in the household. She wanted her son to marry a decent girl who was not necessarily from a rich family but from a similar background.

“Don’t forget to take your pill,” Feng’s wife said.

“I won’t,” Feng said.

“We are so lucky to come across a good doctor,” his wife said.

Her husband’s recovery made her much happier. Her life was full of hope again. She had regained the strength to work again.

…

Meanwhile, in Lianshan People’s Hospital, He Shili was seeing a doctor.

“Where did you get treatment?” a doctor asked. He found it unbelievable that He Shili had fully recovered from his stroke.

“Doctor, is my husband alright now?” He Shili’s wife asked.

“He’s fine now. How did he get better?” the doctor asked.

He Shili had come to the hospital for review. The result was satisfactory. The thrombosis was gone. He had fully recovered. He Shili actually knew he was fine, he just needed reassurance from the hospital.

“I have been receiving acupuncture and massage therapy,” He Shili said.

“Acupuncture and massage in this hospital?” the doctor asked.

He was very clear about the expertise of his colleagues in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department. It was rare that a stroke patient could restore function purely by acupuncture and massage.

He Shili was his patient, so he was very familiar with the man’s condition. He Shili’s notes were still saved in the computer, so the doctor was really surprised that He Shili was fine now.

“No, somewhere else,” He Shili said.

“In the provincial hospital?” the doctor asked.

“No, in a clinic in our county,” He Shili said.

“Clinic?” the doctor asked.

“Sort of,” He Shili said.

“Really? That’s strange!” The doctor was bewildered.