Together With the System to Become a Pharmacist at Once a Doctor
Chapter 179: The Hundred Years Book, The Profound Kung Fu Scriptures

The night was silent.

Wang Yao stood outside his hut and looked up at the sky.

He looked at the sky and thought. A large amount of knowledge about Chinese massage or Tui Na he had just obtained was in his head. He heard that Chinese massage originally appeared on Qibo Jing, a classic Chinese medicine document from ancient China. Qibo Jing is a profound book with rich knowledge of meridians, internal organs, and bones.

Whahuh?

Wang Yao only realized that his knowledge of Chinese massage worked well together with the use of Qi within his body.

I'll try combining Chinese massage with breathing exercises and see what happens.

The next day, Zhou Xiong and his son arrived in Lianshan. Zhou Xiong extended his unit lease for a few more months so that they could stay there for a while.

“Kang, rest now, we will meet Uncle Wang in the afternoon,” Zhou Xiong said.

“Good, Dad,” said Zhou Wukang.

Zhou Xiong then phoned Wang Yao to take some time to catch up.

The afternoon was bright and bright.

Zhou Xiong and his son arrived at the foothills of Nanshan at about 2 p.m. They looked up and saw that the Nanshan hill was full of trees and plants.

“Wow, has changed a lot here in such a short time!” said Zhou Xiong.

They climbed up and arrived at Wang Yao's cottage. San Xian barked to warn Wang Yao.

“Halo, San Xian,” Zhou Wukang greets San Xian with a smile.

“Halo, Zhou Xiong's. Hello, Kang, please come in. ” Wang Yao invited them to her cottage.

“Sorry to bother you again, Dr. Wang,” said Zhou Xiong.

“Not at all!” Wang Yao made them a teapot.

“Well, before we came here, my father asked me to bring a special gift for you. I'm hoping you'll like it. ” Zhou Xiong took out a package from his backpack. He opened the package, and there was a book inside. It was a thread-bound antique book, which looked quite old. There are two ancient Chinese characters on the front cover—Quan Jing.

“This?” Wang Yao picked up the book and read a few pages. The book is about Chinese boxing, like the books that contain the secrets of Kung Fu in novels.

“This book is passed down from generation to generation in my family. It contains many important points on how to practice Chinese boxing. It has at least a hundred years of history,” Zhou Xiong said.

“This is too precious for me to have. I can't take it.” After listening to Zhou Xiong's explanation, Wang Yao realized that the book might belong to a precious family. The gift was too precious for him to accept.

“The book is already in our heads now. As my father said, he would rather give it to someone who appreciated it than leave it there doing nothing. Moreover, we owe you a lot, and we do not know how to pay it back, ” Zhou Xiong said.

“I understand. But I still can't take it.” Wang Yao shook his hand and smiled.

But Zhou Xiong insisted on giving it to Wang Yao.

“Well, how about lending this to me? I'll keep the book for a year and return it to you a year later. What say?” Wang Yao really liked Kung Fu.

“OK,” Zhou Xiong said without hesitation.

“Good, now let me see Kang,” said Wang Yao.

This was a good opportunity for Wang Yao to test out his new skill.

The child's arms were still thin without vitality. It was like a piece of dead wood.

The meridians within his arms were still blocked. His arm was almost drained.

“Let me massage your arms. Tell me if you feel pain,” said Wang Yao.

“OK,” says Zhou Wukang.

Wang Yao started massaging his arms. He moved his Qi into his right hand while massaging Zhou Wukang's arm. His right hand slowly warmed up, and even became slightly hot after a while. But it was still not very useful since some of the nerves in Zhou Wukang's arm had died. His arms were like old machines, which were delayed and stopped functioning.

Zhou Wukang suddenly moved his arm slightly.

“What's up, Kang?” asked Wang Yao.

“I feel a little warm in my arms,” Zhou Wukang said.

Little warm?

Wang Yao began to control his Qi and slowly moved his Qi back into his body. He continued to use special techniques to massage Zhou Wukang's arms.

Wang Yao pressed down, rubbed, pushed Zhou Wukang's arm with both his palm and finger.

“Dr. Wang, your massage technique is amazing!” sighed Zhou Xiong. This was the first time Zhou Xiong had witnessed Wang Yao using a massage technique. He truly admired such a technique and could tell that Wang Yao's identification of acupuncture points was extremely accurate. As a Kung Fu expert, Zhou Xiong was also familiar with acupuncture points and meridians. He noticed that Wang Yao was massaging through Zhou Wukang's arm meridians, which no ordinary doctor could do.

“I just learned the technique,” said Wang Yao.

“You just learned? Stop joking!” zhou Xiong said with a smile. Even people unfamiliar with Chinese massage know that it can take years to develop such a technique.

Wang Yao simply smiled.

Wang Yao focused on Zhou Wukang's arm while doing the massage. He also gently massaged Zhou Wukang's shoulders and back. Wang Yao took nearly an hour to complete his massage.

“How are you feeling, Kang?” asked Wang Yao.

“I feel warm in My body, especially in My arms and the surrounding area,” Zhou Wukang said.

“Good, let me check your pulse again.” Wang Yao checked Zhou Wukang's pulse again and found some changes.

“Ya,” says Zhou Xiong.

“Oke, today's session has finished. Bring Kang here whenever you have. I want to keep rubbing his arm. It will help him recover,” Wang Yao said.

“Thank you very much,” Zhou Xiong said.

“Thank you, Uncle Wang,” said Zhou Wukang.

“Sama-sama, Kang,” Wang Yao said with a smile. He really liked this strong and polite boy.

“Uncle Wang, can I look outside?” ask Zhou Wukang.

“Of course,” said Wang Yao.

Zhou Xiong and his son walked around Nanshan hill for a while. They had deliberately avoided the herb fields when San Xian stopped them as they approached him. Zhou Xiong suspected that the herb fields should be a forbidden place for foreigners. He took his son away from the herb field with consideration.

“Dad, I feel very comfortable here,” Zhou Wukang said.

“I feel the same way,” Zhou Xiong said. He felt clear today on Nanshan hill. Comfort was felt all over her body.

“Not too many trees on the hill, which makes me very comfortable. I'm not sure what Dr. Wang against the trees,” Zhou Xiong said.

Although Zhou Xiong and his son felt very comfortable on the hill, they did not deserve to be there. They left after staying on the hill for a while.

Wang Yao saw them walking down the hill then back to his cottage.

Maybe the hill has good Feng Shui? thought Zhou Xiong after he left Nanshan hill.

Wang Yao documented Zhou Wukang's change in pulse after the massage in his notebook.

This is a typical difficult disease.

The condition of Zhou Wukang, the mother of Secretary Yang, Wei Hai, Mr. Sun's son in Dao City, the girl in Beijing, and Zhou Wuyi of Cangzhou were all considered difficult diseases by the system. However, Wang Yao was unable to cure any of them.

The journey is long.

There is another herbal formula I can use to treat blocked meridians.

Wang Yao was rewarded with two herbal formulas after he completed the previous mission. One of its formulas is called Tongluosan, which can unblock meridians, activate blood, and cleanse the blood of contaminants.

The formula was given to him by the system, so no other general formula could match it.

I need two licorice roots.

The formula consists of several common plants and two licorice roots.

One of the licorice roots is Ziyu, which can activate blood, reduce depression, and open meridians.

The other is Wuteng, which can strengthen muscles and blood vessels.

He had both licorice roots in his herb fields, but both were not ready for use. So, he needed bonus points to purchase licorice root from the drugstore. However, he did not have enough points.

Looks like I'll have to wait.

After writing down his thoughts on medicine, Wang Yao took out the book, Quan Jing which was given to him by Zhou Xiong and began to read it. As Zhou Xiong and his son expected, Wang Yao was eager to learn Kung Fu. Wang Yao dreamed about Kung Fu. Most young men dream of Kung Fu. They crave brightly colored clothes, ferocious horses, and make a living in Jianghu world. They want to become famous Kung Fu masters. Wang Yao was no exception. But, he had a limited idea of what Jianghu was. In fact, no one really had a clear idea of what Jianghu really was. But everyone knows that the keyword Jianghu is Kung Fu.

Fly on the roof, walk on the wall, cut the stone tablets, attack the enemy with flowers—not all of these things are fake. They may all have existed once, but they were not revealed.

The book given by Zhou Xiong should be much older than a hundred years because much of the content in the book was in ancient Chinese. For someone who has been practicing Chinese boxing for years, the book is somewhat enlightening, better than a textbook.

Wang Yao was so engrossed in books that he even forgot to go home for lunch. He did not stop reading until the afternoon. By the time he got rid of Quan Jing, it was already dark outside.

“Excellent book!” exclaimed Wang Yao.

Chinese Kung Fu and Chinese medicine are the essence of Chinese culture. They are both very deep. However, the essence of both failed to be passed down from generation to generation for some reason. Some knowledge related to Chinese Kung Fu or Chinese medicine becomes a family secret, which will never be revealed to anyone outside the family. It has pros and cons.

It was a rare thing for the Zhou Xiong family to have the determination and unprejudiced mind to share their family secrets

“Yao, your aunt will return to the village on May 1st. Can you pick her up from Huaicheng?” zhang Xiuying asked at dinner.

“OK, no problem,” said Wang Yao without hesitation. Both of her aunts treated her very well when she was a child.

Most people lead fairly simple lives decades or twenty years ago. There was nothing to do but farm at the time. Wang Yao was the first boy born into the family, so his two aunts loved him very much. They often saved up to buy him toys and food.

Her second aunt's husband was a soldier. After his retirement, he settled in Beijing and worked there. Later, his second aunt and daughter joined him. They were lucky to have bought an apartment in Beijing a few years ago when the real estate market in Beijing wasn't too crazy. Now, they are quite settled in Beijing. Salary they will not be able to afford an apartment at this time.

“How long will aunt I stay here?” asked Wang Yao.

“Three days,” said Zhang Xiuying.

“Only three days?” asked Wang Yao.

“Yes, the mother of your aunt's husband was diagnosed with cancer some time ago. They were afraid he would not last long. Your aunt's husband wants to visit her mother. Your aunt and your cousin happen to be on vacation, so they'll both be back as well. Actually, they don't want to come. You know, your aunt's husband is sparing. Train tickets are not cheap, and they have to prepare thousands of yuan to buy gifts for friends and family members. He will spend a month's salary on that fee,” Zhang Xiuying said.