Together With the System to Become a Pharmacist at Once a Doctor
Chapter 112: Six Untreatable Types

“The friend you mentioned last time, I can see him,” replied Wang Yao.

“When?” Wang Mingbao was surprised by his reply.

“Let's see when he's free to come here.”

“Sure, please wait. I'll call him now,” Wang Mingbao immediately contact his friend on his phone.

He chatted for a while with his friend and then hung up the phone.

“It so happens, he is currently in Lianshan County. I told him about your availability and he'll be here soon. If you have time, maybe you can wait here?”

“Sure, I'll wait for him.”

Wang Yao and Wang Mingbao drank tea at the reception area until someone arrived after about 20 minutes. The man was not tall and a little fat. He walked quickly to Wang Mingbao's shop, to the reception area. When looked at more closely, the man had a round smiling face; he had large ears and a wide mouth. He apologized after seeing them.

“Sorry, I was delayed due to some things.” Actually, he's not late. This was Wang Mingbao's friend. His last name was Wei and his first name was Hai.

Ever since this person entered the store, Wang Yao began to observe him. Wei Hai had an alcoholic scent on him, although it was faint and not easily detected by ordinary people, it did not escape Wang Yao's overwhelming sense of smell. He could smell it when Wei Hai was only a few steps away.

This was an indication that Wei Hai drank quite a lot the night before and the aroma did not disappear even the next day.

“Let Me introduce You. Wang Yao, this is Wei Hai, Director of Wei.”

“Eh, what director? Don't make fun of me, we're all friends. Hello, Doctor Wang,” Wei Hai laughed as he greeted Wang Yao.

It is clear that this person is a social butterfly and is very approachable.

“Halo.” Wang Yao smiled and shook his hand.

Within a closer distance, Wang Yao was able to detect that Wei Hai's breathing gave off a sour smell. This shows that his intestines are unhealthy. Its eyes are yellow and coupled with unhealthy skin, all of this indicates poor liver function.

The three of them sat down and did not mention his illness; they drank tea and chatted. Wei Hai was a good speaker and could talk about any topic.

After about 20 minutes, Wang Yao first got into the main topic.

“Director Wei, if you don't mind, let me take your pulse.”

“OK,” Wei Hai directly agree.

Wang Yao's finger was on his wrist.

The space became quiet. The eyes of Wang Mingbao and Wei Hai were fixed on Wang Yao.

After a while, Wang Yao put his finger away.

Wei Hai might look jolly, but his body had a lot of problems. His internal organs were damaged—the most serious damage occurred in the liver and stomach. This may be due to his lifestyle and habits. Excessive drinking has damaged his heart.

“I want to ask you some questions,” said Wang Yao.

“Please.”

“Do you eat a lot of fish, especially raw ones?”

“Yes, I like sashimi, drunk shrimp, cong—all very good,” replied Wei Hai.

“You like to eat it with ice, especially during the summer.”

“Ah, true!” Wei Hai was stunned.

Initially when he arrived and saw how young Wang Yao was, although outwardly he looked friendly, inwardly he underestimated her. His prejudice deepened as he looked at his heartbeat. Looking at Wang Yao's youth, his perception was that for Wang Yao to use the Traditional Chinese Medicine approach to measure the pulse, he should be at least 40 to 50 years old. She doesn't believe she's experienced in traditional Chinese medicine, because she looks too young.

However, Wang Yao's question surprised him. If it was about his love of seafood, he assumed Wang Yao might ask Wang Mingbao. Regarding the peculiarities she likes seafood ice this is something not many people know about because she rarely shows this preference in front of her friends.

“Can I see where the symptoms appear in your body?”

“Sure.”

Wei Hai rolled up his sleeves to reveal his arms. A lump the size of a fingernail spread across his arm, somewhat swollen, keratinized and squamous. Some festering bumps.

Based on his examination, Wang Yao knew the cause of his illness.

It is the result of toxins in the bloodstream that appear as visible symptoms in the skin. His internal organs were also affected by the poison. If not treated in time, the symptoms will worsen and reach deeper into the internal organs, which will lead to bigger problems!

Medications can treat this disease for only a moment. To treat it from its source, the person's habits need to be changed. As the saying goes, a diet heals better than a doctor. Many diseases are caused by poor lifestyle and habits. Even if the disease is treated, if the lifestyle does not improve, the disease will return.

“Your disease is the result of toxins in the body, which appear on your skin,” Wang Yao said.

“Ya,” replied Wei Hai.

“To cure this disease, you must start from your habits.”

“Continue.”

Wei Hai nodded while listening. At first, he had thought Wang Yao would continue, but he stopped after mentioning two points.

“Only that?”

“Start with these two first.” Wang Yao smiled.

The two points Wang Yao mentioned were not easy. Without a strong will, they will be difficult to uphold, as they belong in one's habits and lifestyle for many years. Quitting smoking and alcohol alone will cause great difficulty for most people.

“If my guess is correct, there should be another doctor saying the same?” Wang Yao asked.

“Yes, more than one.”

Wei Hai did not hide this fact. He had seen many doctors before who asked him to stop smoking and drinking. He's not capable of doing it. After all, he is a businessman—socializing situation is very much and a party without alcohol will not make a party. Where are there opportunities for partnership, without drinking with business partners, what will they think? How do people talk about business? There is no discrimination in smoking and drinking. If someone offers you a cigarette, won't you take it?

“Can you prescribe medicine for me?” Wei Hai asked.

“Recipes can only treat temporary diseases. If you do not change your habits and lifestyle, the disease will recur and will likely worsen,” Wang Yao explained calmly.

There are rumors that in ancient times a legendary healer named Hua Tuo met someone who liked to eat seafood and a very painful stomachache. He diagnoses it, prescribes medication, and the man spits out dozens of strange ticks. Hua Tuo advised her not to eat seafood, or to bear the consequences. At that time not even a god would be able to save him. The man promises but eventually falls back into his old habits. Before two years passed, he died.

Haha. Wang Yao smiled and shook his head.

“Doctor Wang, what do you mean by this?” Wei Hai saw his reaction and was confused.

“If you can change, I can prescribe something for you. Otherwise, the medicine is in vain,” Wang Yao joked.

“I can change!” Wei Hai exclaimed.

“OK, I'll prescribe you the formula. I'll let you know when it's ready.”

“Thank you, how much will the treatment cost?”

“Then, let's talk about.” Wang Yao smiled and waved his hand.

Wei Hai chatted for a while with them before leaving.

“You just tried to insinuate something, didn't you?” Wang Mingbao waited until Wei Hai left before questioning Wang Yao.

“Your friend's disease is not easily treated.”

“Why?” Wang Mingbao was confused.

“An ancient legendary doctor, Bianque, registered six types of untreatable patients,” Wang Yao drank water before blabbering. “One, lack of reason rooted in uncontrollable vanity, two, focus on money and not health. Three, focus on creature comfort, four, internal organ failure. Five, can not take medicine and six, believe in magic and not medicine.”

“What does that mean?” Wang Mingbao.

“The first expression means, an arrogant, arrogant, unreasonable, and disrespectful doctor's advice cannot be treated. The second phrase means, a person who focuses on wealth and neglects his health is untreatable. Your friend may have given you his promise. However, when he returned, it was likely that he would not listen to the advice and would continue to eat and drink, as usual. Therefore, he was the first type that could not be treated. He also focused on his business and was weak on his health, including the second type that could not be treated. Since he belonged to two categories that could not be treated, taking care of him was a futile effort. ” Wang Yao said.

“What happens if he continues like this?” Wang Mingbao asked.

“Actually the disease must have been diagnosed by many doctors. He likes seafood and likes to eat it raw, so the poison from seafood enters his body. The doctors had given him advice and treatment, but he clearly did not take it seriously. If he continued like this, the poison would penetrate deeper into his organs. At that moment, not even a god could help him. It was too late for him to regret!” said Wang Yao.

His words sounded terrifying, but were not spoken lightly.

When a disease begins to take root, this is the easiest time to treat and eradicate it. When it spreads to the internal organs and bones, unless there is a magic elixir that can resurrect the dead, or if the legendary healer Hua Tuo or Bianque is still alive, the, nothing can be done about the disease.

“I'll talk to him,” said Wang Mingbao. He knew the character of his best friend well; w.a.n.g Yao was not a person to be deceived. Because he was so explicit, it showed that Wei Hai's illness was serious and required attention.

“OK, it would be nice if you could advise him. It is better to save one life than to build a seven-story pagoda,” Wang Yao said.

“How about the cure?”

“If she does not change, prescribing her medicine is a waste of herbs,” Wang Yao commented. He observed from Wei Hai's mannerisms and words and knew that he had no intention of following his advice, hence Wang Yao also had no intention of preparing the medicine.

Wang Yao immediately left Wang Mingbao's shop and returned to the village.

On Nanshan Hill, he thought about what happened during the day and wrote his thoughts down to his notebook.

The night gradually descended; the hut on Nanshan hill was illuminated by solitary lights. Seems deserted.

Wang Yao rested at his desk. In front of him was the Five-Line Method; on the table was a piece of paper on which he sketched a map of Nanshan's hill. Various signs are made on the map.

“Here, here and here ..” Wang Yao muttered while making more marks on the map.