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It was like a slow-motion playback of a movie. He was looking for any possible flaws and loopholes that might exist in those memories.

Ah, I keep feeling like something is wrong. What is wrong?

Just as he was thinking about that, he suddenly heard a clang.

"What was that?"

He jumped up from the bed and reached his hand toward his waist.

The sound went away.

What is going on?

He carefully peeped out and looked around. It was quiet outside. He did not find anything out of the ordinary. He did not turn on the light. Instead, he searched the room and found a piece of bamboo on the ground.

Bamboo?

He picked up the bamboo and inspected it. He took out a knife from his pocket and cut it open. There was a piece of paper inside. He looked at the contents of the note using the light from his cellphone and smiled.

This is interesting!

In the village, nothing happened during the night.

The next morning, it was bright and sunny.

"Well, it's another fine day," the young man said.

"Boss, what are we doing today?"

"We'll wander around and then leave this place."

"Ah, we're leaving so soon?"

"Why? Are you going to miss the food and don't want to leave?"

"Well, that's not the case."

Miao Qingfeng arrived without an invitation.

"Where do you want to go today?"

"Anywhere," Yang Guanfeng said with a smile. "We're going to leave in the afternoon. Let's look around again so that we can give a better report when we get back."

"That is not something an administrative expert would say," Miao Qingfeng politely replied.

"Do you know me?"

"I just checked last night," Miao Qingfeng said. "To be honest, I didn't expect you to be so powerful and to have cracked so many major cases." This was not just a polite compliment. It included some of his real feelings.

"Really?"

"Of course."

"Shall we continue?"

"OK."

Miao Qingfeng guided the two of them as they wandered in the village.

…

Among the mountain villages thousands of miles away…

In the morning, Wang Zecheng and his father went to the clinic. To treat his father's illness, he had asked for a day off.

"Uncle, you look better than when you came last time," Wang Yao said.

Not only was his complexion better, but his gaze and breathing also seemed. He was also in high spirits.

Judging just from those aspects, his condition had improved.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel much better after taking your bowl of medicine," Wang Yilong said.

"My entire body feels strong, and those parts of my body that were aching are not so painful anymore."

"Are you still hurting a little?"

"A little bit, but I can't feel it if I don't pay attention to it," the old man said with a smile.

"That is good."

Wang Yao checked the old man's body. The medicine was effective, but the improvement did not take care of the root problem. For his kind of illness, it was impossible to expect a bowl of medicine to immediately turn it around. Although the medicine had been made with licorice roots, it was not a magic pill. It even took several days to treat a common cold, not to mention a malignant tumor that was a terminal disease.

"Here, have another bowl." Wang Yao poured another bowl of medicine for the old man. It was the same amount as last time.

Wang Yilong took the medicine and drank it all at once.

"Umm, can you tell me what's wrong with me?" the old man asked. He had been sick for quite a long time and been taking medicine for a while. Although there wasn't a big problem, and he was able to work normally, it was not a good idea to keep spending money all the time.

"It is because of your old age," Wang Yao replied. "You have unbalanced nutrition and poor Qi and blood flow. You need to recuperate and nourish your body. It can't be cured in a short time."

His answer wasn't just to placate the old man. According to pharmacist theory, all the diseases of the human body could be attributed to poor Qi and blood flow and imbalance of Yin and Yang. The specific causes and symptoms were strange and varied.

"Oh, well, let's continue with the treatment," the old man said.

"Yes, I predict that it will slowly get better."

"That's good, that's good."

After expressing his thanks, Wang Zecheng returned home with his father. He quickly returned to the clinic.

"What else can I do for you?"

"Is my father's condition getting better?"

"It is indeed getting better. He needs to continue to receive treatment," Wang Yao said.

"Can it be cured?"

"What do you think?" Wang Yao asked.

"You should have a clear idea of what this illness is," he said. "I will try my best, but it depends on your cooperation to treat it."

"I will cooperate with you fully."

"It's not necessary to do anything deliberately. The old man's current state is actually very good. Take the medicine, maintain a good mood, and nourish his body with vitamins and minerals appropriately. The daily things I told you about need to be paid attention to. That's all."

"Alright, noted, I've already remembered," Wang Zecheng said. He had written down everything Wang Yao had explained to him regarding what the old man needed to pay attention to in a special notebook. He was normally quite particular about it. Both his wife and him knew about the precautions.

"Alright, go back. Don't worry too much. Do your best and leave the rest to God."

"Alright." Wang Zecheng returned home.

Wang Yao carefully recorded the changes in the old man. This was the first cancer patient he had begun to follow and observe treatment. It was quite meaningful.

"I hope that it will succeed."

Bang! Bang! Bang! There was an urgent knock on the door.

"Come in." Wang Yao's voice was clearly heard by people outside.

"Let's go in."

Two men and two women entered the clinic. The patient was an old man in his 60s, who on the back of a person that looked like his son.

"Hello, are you Dr. Wang?"

"That is me."

"Please take a look at my mother."

The old woman's complexion was poor, and her breathing was weak.

"What happened?"

"My mother took a fall in the yard. Afterward, she could not walk," the man replied.

The people were very anxious.

"When did it happen?"

"Three nights ago."

"Have you been to the county hospital?"

"Yes, but it didn't work."

"Put her down. I'll take a look."

They put the old woman on the chair.

Wang Yao carefully examined her.

Her meridians were clogged. The problem was in her head.

"This is a simple case."

Wang Yao asked the old woman to lie down. He took out several silver needles from the needle bag. He pierced them into the old woman's head, rubbed them several times, and pulled them out. Next, he massaged the old woman's head.

"Alright, done."

"Done? What do you mean?" Her children, who had brought her, were doubtful.

"The old woman can walk."

"What?"

"I can feel my legs again," the old woman said after sitting up. When she had arrived, she could not feel any sensation in her legs. Even though she had used her brain to make them move, they did not respond.