737 The Pharmacist’s Order

Wang Yao went up to Nanshan Hill after staying in the clinic for a while.

San Xian ran all the way down to welcome him as usual. He jumped around Wang Yao and wagged his tail. He was so happy to see his master back.

"San Xian, did you put on weight again?" Wang Yao joked.

Woof! Woof!

"Is everything alright on the hill?" Wang Yao asked.

Woof!

"Good," Wang Yao said.

As he reached the foot of Nanshan Hill, where he planted a large amount of trees, he noticed the trees were all growing well. The aura on the hill had started to expand to the foot of it.

"Good work!" Wang Yao noticed the soil underneath the trees was still wet.

Someone had been watering the trees while he was away. He didn't ask anyone to do it for him, so he presumed it was San Xian who had been watering the trees.

"Thank you, San Xian," Wang Yao said.

Woof!

The aura on Nanshan Hill was becoming stronger.

"I need more trees here," Wang Yao said.

He actually had gained a lot during his trip to the Dragon Tiger mountain. Although Nanshan Hill was small hill compared to the Dragon Tiger mountain, it would be better off with more trees and plants.

"Wait! Those items should be ready by now," Wang Yao said.

He went into his cottage to take out a jar. Inside it were wooden boards soaked in a special herbal liquid. He took the wooden boards out to dry. He took a good look at the wooden boards and smelled them.

"Good, they are ready," Wang Yao said.

He cleaned the wooden boards before putting them away and walked out of his cottage to stroll around Nanshan Hill. San Xian quietly followed him.

"San Xian, we need to continue to plant trees to improve the environment of this planet," Wang Yao said.

Woof! Woof! San Xian became very excited every time Wang Yao mentioned planting trees.

"You like trees?" Wang Yao asked.

Swish! Swish! He heard some noises. The next minute, a black snake appeared in front of him.

"Hi, Xiaohei," Wang Yao said. He continued to walk, followed by two protectors of the hill.

In fact, there were many more trees on Nanshan Hill than the other hills in Lianshan.

"I need to plant more trees here and there." Wang Yao pointed at different locations as he was walking. He marked the locations with his foot by stepping down to make a small hole.

Next, he walked around Xishan and Dongshan hills nearby, especially the two deadly areas on Xishan Hill. The dandelions and bristle grasses were growing well around the two deadly places.

"Interesting," Wang Yao said.

He watered the dandelions and bristle grasses with ancient spring water and some herbal decoction containing miasma grass, which could kill the poisonous insects. According to his experiment, the insects that transformed from mole crickets were extremely scared of miasma grass. The decoction could easily kill them. Even the smell of the decoction would immobilize the insects. The licorice roots were extremely powerful.

I must kill them all! Wang Yao though. These places will be alive again.

He could make the two deadly places alive again, but he was not ready to do so.

It had started to become dark during his walk. On his way home, he saw Zhong Liuchuan, who was having a walk in the distance.

"Hi, Dr. Wang, you are back!" He walked toward Wang Yao as soon as he spotted him.

"Yes, I just arrived in the afternoon," Wang Yao replied.

"Everything alright?" Zhong Liuchuan asked.

"Yeah," Wang Yao said "Have you had dinner?"

"Yes," Zhong Liuchuan said.

"I've got something for you." Wang Yao took out a small wooden board out of his pocket.

On the surface of the wooden board was the carved Chinese character for herb. On the other side was a carved hill. The wooden board had a unique herbal smell.

"What is it?" Zhong Liuchuan asked.

"Just a small object. Keep it," Wang Yao said. "From now on, I won't charge anyone who comes with this wooden board. I'll try my best to help the person."

"Really?" Zhong Liuchuan asked with surprise.

He knew how capable Wang Yao was, so the small wooden board meant a lot to him. To some extent, the value of the item was equal to a person's life.

"Of course," Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Thank you very much," Zhong Liuchuan said. "By the way, do you have a name for it?"

"Yes, it's a pharmacist's order," Wang Yao replied.

"Pharmacist's order?" Zhong Liuchuan repeated .

"I don't think you'll need it since you've settled here," Wang Yao said. "By the way, have you finished reading the book I gave you?"

"Not yet, I'm still reading it. It's such a wonderful book," Zhong Liuchuan said.

It was not an easy read for him in the beginning. He had no knowledge of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He was subconsciously a bit resistive to the book. However, he forced himself to continue reading it.

After three days, Zhong Liuchuan started to find the book interesting. The more he read, the more he was into it. The book described the acupoints and meridians of the human body and their functions, as well as human anatomy.

He now had theoretical support for his practice of Kung Fu. He knew how to kill a person or make the person unconscious with one hit. He kept thinking about his Kung Fu practice while reading the book, although it wasn't Wang Yao's purpose in lending him the book.

"Great. Continue to read it. It will be a great help to your Kung Fu practice," Wang Yao said.

"You are right," Zhong Liuchuan said.

Wang Yao went home after chatting with Zhong Liuchuan for a short while.

Zhang Xiuying had made fish soup, which was sitting on the table. The soup was milky white and smelled nice.

"Hmm, yum," Wang Yao said.

"Eat as much as you like." Zhang Liuchuan looked at her son. Her eyes were full of love. "Are you gonna go back to your clinic tomorrow?"

"Yes," Wang Yao replied.

"Will you be going away again soon?" Zhang Xiuying asked.

"No, if everything stays the same," Wang Yao said. "Why do you ask?"

"Nothing special. Eat your fish," Zhang Xiuying said.

As a parent, she wanted her son to have a successful career. But, she also wanted him to stay with her, especially as she became older. An ancient Chinese saying said that while parents were still alive, their children shouldn't be away. It made sense.

Wang Yao didn't go back to Nanshan Hill right after dinner. He chatted with his parents for a while and gave them a massage. He didn't leave home until 9:30 p.m.

There was no one on the street. The village was very quiet.

It was nice and cool at night in the evening, even cooler than in Dao. The weather was even more pleasant on Nanshan Hill.

Home is the best place in this world! Wang Yao thought.

He turned the light on after entering his cottage.

…

Sun Zhengrong was talking to Sun Yunsheng in Dao.

"What? Hou Shida is sick?" Sun Zhengrong asked.

"Yes, I just got the news. He was admitted to the hospital. He is very sick," Sun Yunsheng replied.

"What happened to him?" Sun Zhengrong asked.

"It seems that he has thrombosis and gastroenteritis," Sun Yunsheng said.

"That is not serious," Sun Zhengrong said.

Hou Shida was the third son of the Hou family. Apparently, his condition was very weird. They had just received evidence of the crimes Hou Shida committed and had been thinking about how to deal with it. Now, Hou Shida was sick.

"What did he do before he was sick?" Sun Zhengrong asked.

"He was having sex with two college students in his house," Sun Yunsheng said.

"Can you find the two college students?" Sun Zhengrong asked.

"Yes," Sun Yunsheng replied.

"Find them and ask them what had happened," Sun Zhengrong said. "Don't let anyone know we are following up this."

"Dad, what are you worried about? Blaming us for what happened to Hou Shida?" Sun Yunsheng asked.

"Yes. At the moment, we are the prime suspects for whatever happened to Hou Shida in Dao even it has nothing to do with us," Sun Zhengrong said as he lit a cigarette.

"I heard he has enemies everywhere," Sun Yunsheng said.

"I know," Sun Zhengrong said. "Anyway, find the two college students as soon as possible. We need to prepare for the worse."

Meanwhile, Hou Shida was lying in the best Dao hospital in pain. He had pain in his belly, head, and butt.

"Sh*t! What's wrong with me!?" He cursed.

He was in excruciating pain, but the doctors just told him there was nothing wrong with him. He thought the doctors were just bullsh*tting. How could he be fine and suffer from excruciating pain at the same time? He decided to call his family to tell them he wanted to go back to Beijing.

Did Sun Zhengrong do this to me? Hou Shida thought.

It was a long night for him. He was transferred to a hospital in Beijing the next day.

…

The sun rose as usual in the morning. Wang Yao spotted two people waiting outside his clinic on his way down from the hill. One of them was the man he had spoken to the day before. The man was in his 40s and dressed nicely. The other person was an old man in his 60s. They seemed to be father and son.