Together With the System to Become a Pharmacist at Once a Doctor
Chapter 126: No More Than Three in a Month, No More Than Nine In A Year

“It's nice to know that it has been completed.” Wang Yao was relieved when he heard the news.

Zhou Xiong was a responsible man, and his son was wise. Wang Yao's impression of the father and son was excellent.

That day, Li Maoshuang personally delivered the potion that Wang Yao ordered to the village. This was the first time he had visited Nanshan Hill and seen Wang Yao's herbal field.

“Yes God, you grow so many plants ?!” Her eyes widened.

“Ladybells, radix sileris, radix gentianae, licorice..What is this?”

His curiosity led him to swirl outside the herb field, and the dog followed him with suspicious eyes like he was looking at a thief.

“Hah? Why is your dog staring at me like this? Why do I feel like I'm looking at Me like I'm a thief? Li Maoshuang was surprised and commented.

“Yes, I think it means!” Wang Yao laughed.

“This dog is smart,” Li Maoshuang chuckles. He's not offended.

“I know you have amazing medical skills, and I thought you were a doctor. I'm not expecting that you've planted plants in your hills either. ” Li Maoshuang looked around carefully. Wang Yao had grown many plant species, and there were several types. The number was not much and not enough to be considered large-scale cultivation. Because of his work, he had found many herb field farmers. Usually, they will plant one type or several types of plants. He had never seen someone grow as many plant species as Wang Yao. Therefore, he concluded that Wang Yao did not rely on the herb fields to earn an income.

“This banquet is mainly for my own use,” said Wang Yao, raising his hand and pointing to the herbal field.

“Used by yourself? How?” Li Maoshuang asked out of curiosity.

“For stew.”

“Rubusan? Are you a Practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine?”

“Yes and no; I am a pharmacist,” Wang Yao said with a smile.

“Apoteker? Like a drug maker?”

Wang Yao shook his head and smiled. “The first and not the last.”

Li Maoshuang heard it and was full of doubt. He noticed Wang Yao's expression, thought about it and didn't ask any further.

Wang Yao invited him to the cottage to sit down. The cottage did not have much furniture, only a few tables and chairs and plain white walls. Instead of saying it was simple, it could be said to be a little bad.

“Drink tea.”

Wang Yao prepared a pot of water and a cup of tea for Li Maoshuang with a faint fragrance.

“This is a great tea!” Li Maoshuang drank a mouthful and commented. She loves tea and can tell that tea is amazing just from a mouthful.

“Are you always on this hill?”

“More or less,” replied Wang Yao.

“You are like a hermit, reminiscent of Tao Yuanming,” commented Li Maoshuang. “Only it's a little boring.”

“Absolutely not boring; I have a lot of things to do. ” Wang Yao staring out the window.

Caring for herbal fields, reading scriptures, walking around hills, practicing breathing exercises—there are many things to do. How can it be boring?

“Personally, I can't stand a life like this,” Li Maoshuang smiled and said. She has controlled smoking and drinking for health reasons, and if there is dinner, she will refuse it whenever she can. However, he still has certain hobbies such as playing cards, fishing, and traveling. This was a life he loved, and could be said to be fun. After the fear of the moment, he learned to accept the situation. There will never be enough money to make. As long as there is enough money to spend, health remains paramount.

Li Maoshuang stayed on the hill for about 20 minutes before leaving.

With herbs, Wang Yao could boil Regather soup.

He lifted his head to look out the window. Nice day—good weather. Instead of choosing a particular day, one can let things happen naturally—why not choose today?

Wang Yao prepared potions, firewood, and other items and started the stewing process. The flames flared, and the aroma of herbs was faint. Some herbs are added. Wang Yao quietly sat in front of the fire, observing each step. He was very serious about his duty, as this was a potion that could extend one's lifespan.

By the time the stew was finished, the sun had already set half towards the western part of the sky.

As he was going down the hill at night, he accidentally heard the villagers talking about him.

“Have you heard? Wang Yide was detained at the police station because of Wang Fenghua's family.”

“Yes, but he deserves it; such a bastard!”

“Take a guess at his son. I accidentally heard the branch secretary comment that this young man is very shrewd!”

Wang Yao paused for a moment and then continued on his way home. Returning home for dinner, she heard her parents discussing the matter.

Wang Yao said these two words: “That's good.”

“Good? How can this be considered a good thing?” Zhang Xiuying was a little displeased. He cares deeply about their image and does not like to hear villagers criticize his family. According to him, this was not something to be proud of.

“In the future, these people will not make trouble,” Wang Yao smiled and replied.

Rumors of the villagers showed that they had a perception that their families should not be taken lightly or risk making problems of their own.

Wang Yide was a prime example for the villagers to remain vigilant. Wang Yao hoped that the villagers would hold onto this perception and fear it properly. It is beneficial to make them think that if they should avoid provoking their family as far as possible.

When he reached the southern part of the village, the lights dimmed. Further south is Nanshan Hill. It was pitch-black, and the path could not be seen clearly. After reaching this place, Wang Yao's speed accelerated, his inner Qi circulated, his path was fast, and his steps were long. The wind blew past his ears. In the dense darkness of the wilderness, the path was steep, yet he walked like flat ground. In an instant, he had passed through the winding hill road and directly entered his little cottage on the hill.

“Wah, it's satisfying!” he sighed in satisfaction after reaching it.

He can only do this at night. If it was during the day and was seen by others, he would be considered a monster. The pace is too fast, faster than a sprint champion. It was as if he was flying, which was amazing!

“Sometimes, releasing can be very good.”

Wang Yao relaxed his limbs. As usual, he went outside his cottage to look up at the sky. Then, he went to the cottage to read the scriptures. This was all part of his usual routine.

The next day, Zhou Xiong and his son came to the hill again. Especially to collect the decoction, but secondly, Wang Yao to make a diagnosis. It was also an opportunity to take her son out to get some fresh air, rather than being locked up in an apartment.

Wang Yao checked Zhu Wukang's pulse. It was the same as the last time he took it. The vitality of the boy himself was insufficient. The recovery process is not yet complete.

“This is a decoction; receive it in the usual way.” Wang Yao took out a prepared stew.

“Oke, thank you.” Zhou Xiong carefully kept it.

Wang Yao's expression slightly changed when he heard the system warning.

The free stew has reached its limit in that period.

Sure enough, the system rules for giving free stews every three days have their limits.

Zhou Xiong and his son walked around the hill for a while then left. Wang Yao took out a system panel and checked his warning.

Free stews cannot be given to the same person more than three times a month and more than nine times a year.

This means that for the same patients, they are allowed to receive the system formula at most three times a month and nine times a year. If more is needed, the patient will have to pay. This is a system limitation.

“Dad, I feel comfortable when I'm on the hill.” After descending the hill, Zhou Wukang's face flushed red and looked happy.

“Pawn? How?” Zhou Xiong heard it, smiled and asked.

Zhou Wukang thought for a moment before replying, “I cannot say it. It was better than the apartment we rented.”

“Then, Dad will bring you here whenever I have time, okay?”

“OK. But we have to make sure Mr. Wang won't be sad.” Even though the boy was still a child, he was very considerate.

“Dad will definitely ask him before.” Zhou Xiong smiled and ruffled his son's hair.

“Oke.” Zhou Wukang happily nodded his head.

…

In the county, in an elegant teahouse, in a private room, two people sat facing each other. There's a teapot on the table.

“I'll leave this matter to you.”

“I'll try.”

Among the people chatting, one of them was Tian Yuantu. The identity of the other person was special but it was also someone Tian Yuantu knew. The man didn't stay in the tea shop for long. When he left, he was very careful, as if afraid that others would see him.

“Eh, these people!” Tian Yuantu sat in the teahouse, raised his cup and drank all his tea.

As an entrepreneur and a successful person at the time, he had met a wide variety of people. There were some people that he did not want to interact with, yet had no choice but to relate. The more contact he had, the more he saw, and the more problems would arise. Until now, quite a number of people knew of his relationship with the person and would come looking for him to gain access to the person.

Help is hard to accept and hard to resist.

“Sometimes, I really envy her!” At this moment, Tian Yuantu suddenly thought of the person on Nanshan hill, the carefree and satisfied Wang Yao. “He may not be bothered by such things.”

In reality, Wang Yao was currently in trouble with a matter.

Wang Yao's house had two visitors: one was his third uncle, and the other was wearing a suit and leather shoes. His face was gleaming; it was his third uncle's boss. His family name is Zhang.

Sighs. Wang Yao sighed and then laughed.

Previously, because of this, he remembered his uncle and third aunt arguing and even threatening to divorce. Within a few days, something similar happened. Furthermore, his third uncle had not warned him before. Wang Yao had already given a strong reason earlier, that the medicine was up and he could no longer give it away. Did his third uncle not hear a word of what he said?!

Wang Yao was tempted to ask directly to his third uncle — what was he thinking?! There is a saying that problems are usually created for fathers. Instead, what is this problem that was created for the nephew?

“Do not worry. I have money, and I won't give you less!” Said the Third Uncle boss. His words were clear, but his expression and mannerisms looked ostensibly.