473 There Were Flies

"It's them. Keep your eye on them," Sun Zhengrong said. "Our chance of making a fortune is coming."

"Master, there are flies outside," Uncle Lin said.

"Let them be," Sun Zhengrong replied.

Cough! Cough! Uncle Lin was still coughing.

It was getting dark. The darkness was gradually covering the ground. No one knew how many people would die in the city tonight.

…

In Jing, Wang Yao said goodbye and left after having the meal in his second aunt's home. This time, he did not let Chen Ying wait outside. Instead, he hailed a cab.

That night, Chen Ying was practicing in the yard.

"You even practice at night?" Wang Yao asked.

"Yes, I'm so busy these days, I've left much unfinished. I want to pick some up," she said with a smile.

Since had given Wang Yao her achievement method, he would make some proper changes. She practiced better than before based on the changed version, which surprised her.

All martial arts were the outcome of hundreds of years of accumulation. It was easier said than done when one was seeking to get rid of the stale and bringing forth the fresh. In a school like hers, with a long history, those consummate skills handed down from ancestral generations were created by talents. It was hard enough to practice, let alone make changes. But, the man changed them, and the changed version was fantastic. It was as if the martial arts were created by him.

She found there were some signs that her bottleneck was a bit loose after her practice. She remembered her master's words that it was difficult for her to move up based on her current achievement. Apart from her efforts, it was necessary for her to find some new opportunities or she would be stuck in this level for years, perhaps even for her whole life. In this world, succeeding wasn't necessarily based on efforts. For example, no one could not be wealthier than Boss Ma, whatever they did.

She should have told her master, but she had changed her mind.

"Ah, your martial arts seemed to be improving," Wang Yao said after watching her a while.

"Yes, I feel as if there are signs that my bottleneck loosened again," she replied. "Thanks very much."

"You're welcome," Wang Yao said.

He didn't want to disturb Chen Ying, so he returned to his own room.

Chen Ying did not end her play fistic arts until midnight. She then went back to her room to rest.

Wang Yao got up early the next day and practiced in the small yard. He was just standing there.

Still doing stance? Chen Ying was amazed.

He had spent more than an hour doing stance. He then withdrew his gong.

"What kind of martial arts do you play?" she asked.

"Not any certain martial arts," Wang Yao replied. "I just follow my heart to practice."

He was practicing to control how he released neixi to the outside and handled the breath between the heaven and ground.

"It's very rare to see that," Chen Ying said.

After eating, they went to the treatment center to find Chen Zhou.

In a ward, a young man said, "When could I go back to my hometown? As you see, the setting sun is like blood." It was as if he was a wanderer who had left his hometown many years ago.

The sun rose high in the sky outside the window. The weather was good in winter, which was very rare, especially in Jing.

"How are the intervals of his attacks?" Wang Yao asked.

They could see the condition in the wards via monitoring equipment while sitting in a doctors' office. It was not for prying into their privacy. It was a necessity for these special patients.

"There are signs that the intervals have become shorter," the chief doctor said.

He was watching Wang Yao when talking. He knew the waking hours of the patient were prolonged due to this young man. He had to consult him when his opportunity came about the medical treatment he used.

"I am going to go in to look at him," Wang Yao said.

"Directly go in?" the chief doctor asked.

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"Vest is the sky boundless the wilds. The great winds come. The sword flashed!" Strange phrases came from behind the door.

The door opened with the sound of squeak.

"Xiao Zhou?" Chen Ying asked.

"Who are you?" Chen Zhou looked at his elder sister with squinted eyes.

"Ah?" Chen Ying was surprised.

"Who are you?" the young man asked again.

"My name is too great to let you know," Wang Yao replied as he went forward. Suddenly, Chen Zhou fainted on his bed. The people behind Wang Yao did not see what had done.

"You'd better go out," Wang Yao said. "Chen Ying, stay here."

The rest of the people left. Wang Yao carefully checked Chen Zhou and took out the medicine he had prepared to feed him. It was different from the last time. This medicine contained a medical material that could generate blood and Qi and settle the spirit.

After Chen Zhou took the medicine, Wang Yao dredged his blood and acupoints to accelerate the medicine's diffusion and absorption. After a while, he took out a set of silver needles and inserted needles into Chen Zhou's body, especially his head.

Acupuncture? This was the first time Chen Ying had seen Wang Yao use acupuncture. It never occurred her that he would have mastered the medical skill.

Chen Ying did not find the skill strange. In fact, she had seen two old men inserting needles. Though they were aged, they were stable when inserting the needles. Now, the person in front of her was inserting needles. He was also very steady, so she did not feel upset. 

Chen Zhou was inactive because he was in coma. He only responded to the insertion with balanced breath.

Wang Yao did not hurry to pull out the needles from Chen Zhou's head. Instead, he whirled and twisted to stimulate acupoints. This was the specialty of acupuncture.

Ah! Chen Zhou suddenly convulsed while in the coma and frowned.

Chen Ying could not help being worried. She closely stared at her younger brother. It had just been a sudden reaction, so he quickly recovered. She breathed a sigh of relief. 

"He was doing acupuncture. But, it was different from the last one," the chief doctor said. The treatment Wang Yao used could be clearly seen via the monitor in the doctor's room.

"It was different," another doctor replied.

They were actually very eager to know about the treatment Wang Yao applied, but they also knew the unusual identity of Chen Ying. They guessed Doctor Wang's position might not be ordinary via Chen Ying's attitude to him. So, they could not just ask.

"We cannot see it clearly," a doctor said.

"It is acupuncture. You might not be able to know it even if you were in the room" the chief doctor said.

They still made efforts to watch, trying to learn something from it. They even asked two doctors who were the experienced with traditional Chinese medicine in the treatment center to come.

"No, I can't." They continuously shook their heads to express that they could not learn anything from it.

In the ward, Wang Yao gently clapped the top of Chen Zhou's skull after insertion. Chen Zhou, who was lying on the bed, gradually woke up. His eyes were becoming clear.

"Sister, when did you come?" he asked.

"I came just now," Chen Ying replied.

"I relapsed," Chen Zhou said. He tried to get up.

"You should lie down," Wang Yao said.

"I guess this is Doctor Wang," Chen Zhou said.

His sister nodded her headed.

"Thanks," Chen Zhou said sincerely.

"How are you feeling now?" Wang Yao asked.

"I have a bit of headache and can kind of sense swelling," Chen Zhou replied.

"That is normal. You will feel better in a while," Wang Yao said. He then left the brother and sister alone in the ward.

"Sister, I made you worry," Chen Zhou said.

"Don't talk like that," his sister replied.

Her younger brother was her only relative in the world. She would whatever she could to help him.

"How young Doctor Wang is?" Chen Zhou asked. When he was awake, he had never listened to the marvels of Doctor Wang from his sister.

"I guess he is confident to cure your disease," Chen Ying said.

"Really?" Chen Zhou was surprised.

In fact, he did not believe that he could be cured. But, Wang Yao did give him hope. He did not remember what he was like when he was in a confused state of mind, except for some fragments. He clearly knew what he was like when he had his senses, which was brilliant.

Darkness in life was not horrible as long as the sun could rise as usual.

Chen Ying prepared to leave after chatting with her younger brother. She wanted to chat with him longer, but Wang Yao was waiting outside.

"I'll come to see you when I am free," she said.

"OK, sister. You also need to take care of yourself," Chen Zhou said.

Chen Ying felt better when she left the treatment center.

"We can come back in two day," Wang Yao said.

"Good," Chen Ying replied.

…

In Dao, a person laid weltering in blood in an alley.

"Tell me why's that? How many is it this month?" a man asked.

All the police officers on the scene kept calm. Nobody would like to try his luck to respond him. He was the leader of their leader. After howling at the officers, he got into his car.

"Ah, what's point of his howling to us?" one of the officers asked.

"It will be quick. I guess our team leader will howl at us too," another officer said.

"What for? It could settle nothing," the first officer said.

"Damn it. It's the fifth. Who's come to Dao? Is he a serial killer?" the second officer asked.

"He should dare to commit crimes during the campaign of arrest. How dare he do that?" the first officer asked.

Citizens were scared because of the serial malignant events these days. Such events like that had not occurred in a long time.

In a bar, some men had gotten together.

"Elder brother, why couldn't we make the money?" a man asked.

"Nonsense, you could as long as you can save your life," said a strong man, smithing in the middle.

A shadow flashed. A man covering his neck was lying on the ground. It was so quick.

Some kinds of money one could make, but some kinds one shouldn't dare make. The underground gangs in Dao were like sharks smelling blood. They were not afraid of death and only engaged in business that needed blood on a blade.

"It's said it was increased again!" a man said. "To tens of millions!"

"Ah, enough talk of that," the strong man said. "Where?"

"It's in front," the other man said.

"Keep your chin up. It's impossible that only we came here," the strong man said.

…

In a house in Dao, a man said, "Master, there are a bit more flies."