
When he entered the house, Wang Yao looked at his patient.
An old man in his 70s with gray hair and a beard was lying on the bed. His face had a yellowish hue, and his breathing was as light and shallow as soft. Beside the bed, an old man with white hair and a beard sat down. She was wearing traditional Chinese clothes, and she was very thin, but her eyes were bright. He measured the old man's pulse on the bed.
Sighs. The old man sighed deeply after taking his pulse.
“How, Mr Sang?” Zhou Ying who rarely spoke on the way home spoke hurriedly after seeing her reaction.
The old man named Sang pondered for a while before replying, “I can't do anything else. Prepare for the worst.”
He got up and realized that the house had one more person, a young man emitting an inexplicable aura that caused most people to subconsciously look at him more than just look at him.
“This child?”
“Oh, he—” Zhou Xiong was about to reply that Wang Yao was their relative. However, Wang Yao suddenly spoke up.
“Halo Sir, I'm a pharmacist,” Wang Yao smiled and said.
He took the initiative to introduce himself and reveal his identity because when he saw the old man, he felt an inexplicable sense of kinship with him. Simply put, the old man showed the same attitude as he did.
“A quaint pharmacist?” The old man was a little confused.
“Ya.”
“Haha, I haven't heard this title in a long time. My young friend, how do I call you?” The old man's behavior was friendly. His attitude and speech did not show any disgust or arrogance, which was why Wang Yao admired him.
“Wang Yao.”
“Young friend, please.”
Wang Yao did not act formally and sat by the bedside and took the patient's pulse. After being diagnosed, his eyebrows gradually wrinkled, and after a while, he moved away from his fingers.
“How, Doctor Wang?” Zhou Xiong's father asked in a soft voice. He knew Wang Yao was amazing.
“Toxins have reached the innards; blood vessels and tendons are irregular, and strength has decreased. In addition, he suffered multiple fractures and injuries to internal organs.”
There are many diseases, and one of them will be deadly if it befalls a person.
This patient was akin to a boat full of thousands of gaping holes, yet sailed through a violent storm. It is truly a miracle that patients have survived until now.
Yep. The old man named Sang heard Wang Yao's diagnosis and nodded in agreement.
Compared to the others Wang Yao met, when he said that he was an apothecary, the old man's heart was filled with surprise and anticipation. The title had been buried for too long, and most people were unaware that there was such a job in ancient times. This young man did not humiliate this title—he had checked his pulse and diagnosed his illness successfully.
“Is there a way to treat it?”
“For a while, no.” Wang Yao shook his head.
Such a patient was basically on his way to Hades; it would be very difficult to pull him back.
While they were talking, the patient on the bed whose breathing was weak and shallow, suddenly started breathing rapidly. His body began to sweat. The sweat feels salty and sticky.
“Oh no!”
Both Wang Yao and the old man named Sang exclaimed at the same time.
This was an indication that the patient was on the verge of death; he was critically ill so his Yang energy was almost depleted.
Wang Yao quickly placed his hand on the pulse. The pulse condition was very weak and seemed to have almost stopped.
Cpc. The patient is at the side testing all four limbs. They are very cold to the touch.
“Ying ..” The unconscious old man began to speak, but his voice was very faint and could not be heard clearly. He seemed to be calling his son's name.
This was a moment of clarity when he was on the verge of death.
“Dad!” Zhou Xiong's cousin knelt beside the bed. The man who had been silent during the trip was now crying uncontrollably.
This was the first time Wang Yao had been so close to someone whose death was imminent.
The god of death had descended and was preparing to take the old man.
Wait for. Wang Yao suddenly thought of the newly created Extension Pill. Maybe these pills can help.
“Do not cry.” Wang Yao had an idea. He put his hand in his pocket and took out a bottle of pills. He took out a pill. A faint herbal aroma radiated.
“Help him.”
Zhou Ying hurriedly raised his father and then helped Wang Yao to bring the pill to his father's lips. Sang, who was at the side, patted his throat and back area.
“Oke.”
The people in the room did not know what medicine Wang Yao had given to the patient and could only wait anxiously.
The old man fell unconscious. His delicate light breath that would stop at any moment had now stabilized.
“This?!”
Cpc. Sang quickly came to the patient's side without caring about his image. He stretched out his hand to take a pulse. The original faint pulse had become a continuous pulse and became more stable. He touched all four limbs and found that they had warmed up slightly. He also listened to the heartbeat, and seemed to regain a bit of strength. This is an indicator that an unconscious patient has escaped the threat of death.
“What did you give him ?!” Master Sang was stunned, as he looked at Wang Yao
In his healing years, it was the first time he had encountered such an event. A patient whom he could not help any further and with all the signs leading to imminent death suddenly turned around.
To save a dying person from the jaws of death—only a legendary potion or magic potion could achieve such an effect!
“Let's wait and see.” Wang Yao did not directly answer the question and changed the topic.
People waiting at home. After an hour had passed, it was determined that the patient in bed was out of harm's way. Various parts of the body have shown signs of strengthening. The patient's lips moved, and his eyes flickered. This is an indicator that he will wake up. He had been unconscious for a long time and before, he had almost slipped into another world. This person who was about to wake up had suffered a thunderous impact. Apart from the person lying on the bed, everyone looked at Wang Yao with different eyes, especially the old man named Sang.
“Doctor Wang, how is my father's illness?” Zhou Ying was the first to speak up. His eyes are still full of tears.
“I've saved his life for a while. Regarding how to treat the illness, I need to think about it. I'm not confident.”
Even if there is no confidence, it means it can be treated, so, there is hope!
“Oke.”
“Let the patient rest. A caring person should be here to take care of him.”
People leave. Of the entire house, only Zhou Xiong and his father, Wang Yao and Lord Sang remained. On the other hand, Zhou Ying came out and was busy arranging for Wang Yao's accommodation.
“My young friend, can I talk to you in private?” Mr. Sang is in no hurry to leave. He had a matter to discuss personally with Wang Yao.
“Sure.” Wang Yao had a good impression of Mr. Sang and agreed to his request.
They both walked to the courtyard.
“Can I ask you something? Who's teacher?” Mr. Sang smiled and asked. At that moment, he looked like a friendly old generation. In his impression, he did not know anyone who could take care of such an outstanding protege. What was even more amazing was the magic medicine that Wang Yao had taken before.
“If I say that this is a gift from heaven, will you trust Me?” Wang Yao smiled and replied.
He had this ability purely because of the help of the system. If this mysterious system was not a gift from heaven, what would it be?
“Gift from heaven?”
“Ya,” Wang Yao replied seriously.
“Can you tell Me the name of the pill you gave Zhou Wuyi to consume?”
“Pil extension.”
“Extension? Avoid death and prolong life?”
“Ya.”
“Good name for amazing pills.”
“You gave me too many compliments.”
“My advice to you is not to take this pill in front of others. It is too valuable and will attract attention and will instill evil thoughts in some people,” suggested Mr. Sang kindly.
“Oke, I'll take note of it.” It was a rushed day. If not for someone's life being at stake, he wouldn't have used the Extension Pill under the watchful eye of many. On the other hand, the effect of the Extension Pill had convinced him of his true strength — pills were able to save a dying person.
“Can I know your honorable name Sir?” Wang Yao asked politely.
“What honorable name? I'm just an old man. My name is Sang Guzi,” Mr. Sang smiled and said.
This was the first time Wang Yao had heard that name. However, within the boundaries of Cangzhou, this was a resounding name. Sang is a famous doctor in Cangzhou. His medical skills are outstanding, so is his ethics. He commanded deep respect among the people.