Together With the System to Become a Pharmacist at Once a Doctor
Chapter 195: Gentle Wind and Light Rain, Unlike Before

“How about we have dinner together tonight?” ask Wei Hai.

“No, thank you, I have to meet someone else. How about we have dinner another day?” said Wang Yao.

“Sure,” says Wei Hai.

…

Tong Wei was busy cooking dinner with her mother at her house.

“When Wang Yao will come?” ask Tong Wei's mother.

“Soon, he should run some tasks first,” Tong Wei said. “Bu, why do you want to invite him to dinner?”

“I just want to thank him!” said Tong Wei's mother. “The ransom he brought me the other day was very effective. I feel so much better after drinking it. I went to the hospital to get checked out a few days ago. The doctor there said I'm getting better. I believe it's because of the stew. Your schoolmate is like a good doctor!”

“I think Wang Yao is a good young man,” added Tong Wei's mother.

“Bu, your attitude towards him changed so quickly!” tong Wei said with a smile.

“What do you mean?” ask Tong Wei's mother.

“I remember you didn't like him too much the last time he was here,” Tong Wei said.

Tong Wei was telling the truth. His parents did not treat Wang Yao well when Wang Yao brought the potion to his mother. Tong Wei was not at home last time, but he could guess what happened. After all, he was present during Wang Yao's first visit to his home. His mother showed clear recognition and appreciation to Wang Yao this time around.

“When did I say I didn't like it? I thought you were dating Yang Ming last time, ” Tong Wei's mother said.

Tong Wei knew her mother was looking for an excuse, but she did not reveal it. He just smiled.

After leaving Wei Hai's place, Wang Yao went to buy some gifts for Tong Wei's parents before heading to his house.

“You just bought us some stuff in the morning, you don't need to buy us any more stuff,” Tong Wei's mother said with a smile.

“Only some fresh fruit,” said Wang Yao.

“Please enter and sit down. Wei Tong! Don't worry about the food, go out and chat with Wang Yao. ” Mother Tong Wei shouted at Tong Wei, who was busy preparing food in the kitchen.

In a short time, the dish was brought to the dining table. The banquet was luxurious. Tong Wei's father even opened a fine wine.

“Do you want wine?” ask Tong Wei's father.

“No, thank you, I have to drive later,” Wang Yao refused politely.

Tong Wei's parents were much more talkative at dinner than the last time they met. They asked Wang Yao a few questions. After dinner, Tong Wei's parents cleaned the table and looked for an excuse to go out so they could leave a little room for Tong Wei and Wang Yao.

“What will you do tomorrow?” ask Tong Wei.

“My aunt's family is back. They're going to visit my grandmother tomorrow. I want to go with them. Do you want to come with me?” asked Wang Yao.

“I can't. I have to visit my aunt tomorrow,” said Tong Wei.

“How about tomorrow night? Will you come to my house?” asked Wang Yao.

“OK,” says Tong Wei.

“I'll pick you up tomorrow,” said Wang Yao.

“OK,” says Tong Wei.

The two of them then watched TV, ate fruits, and talked a little. Soon, 9 p.m.

“I have to go now. Say goodbye to your parents for me. Ask them to come back early to rest,” Wang Yao said.

“Sure, drive safely. Contact Me while you're home,” said Tong Wei.

“OK, see you,” said Wang Yao.

Wang Yao slowly left. Tong Wei did not return until he could not see the back of Wang Yao's vehicle anymore. He then called his parents to tell them that Wang Yao had left and they could go home to rest.

After Wang Yao arrived home, he parked his car outside and bid farewell to his parents. As soon as he was about to return to Nanshan Hill, his mother stopped him and started asking questions.

“How are things between you and Tong Wei?” ask Zhang Xiuying. “When will he come here? Are you going to take her to your grandmother's place tomorrow?”

“Bu, he has a lot of things to do during the holidays. She will be visiting her aunt and other relatives tomorrow, ” Wang Yao said. “Alright, I'll talk to you tomorrow. I have to go back to Nanshan.” hill Wang Yao turned around and walked out of his house.

“Hey, I'm not done yet!” zhang Xiuying shouted.

After Wang Yao returned to Nanshan Hill, he started preparing the potions for the potions he was going to make for Wei Hai. He would continue to make worm medicine powder for Wei Hai. Miasma Grass would be the dominating herb in worm medicine powder. But, Wang Yao would make a slight adjustment to the stew since Wei Hai had already improved. However, he has not fully healed. It took some time for him to fully recover. Wang Yao wanted to change the corresponding amount of herbs to see if it would work better.

I still need to think of how to kill all the poisonous insects inhabiting the organs, Wang Yao thought.

…

Inside a quiet house somewhere in Dao City, something was going on.

A man tied to a bed. She's skinny. His eyes were red, and his teeth were clenched. He looks like a demon.

Next to the bed, there were three men. One of them was a middle-aged man with a serious expression on his face. He looked miserable as he looked at the young man tied up on the bed. Another man in his 30s. He stood straight like a javelin with a poker face. The last man was in his 70s. Her hair was white, and she looked tired.

“Master. The sun, I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do!” said the man in his 70s.

“Thank you, Dr. Wu,” said the middle-aged man.

“Ya!” sigh Dr. Wu. Then he turned around and walked down.

“Master,” said the poker-faced man. His voice was cold and hoarse.

“Do you think Yunsheng is incurable?” ask Mr. Sun.

“God will help young master. He will be fine,” said the poker-faced man.

“Stop saying things like that. Look at her! How will God help him?” said Mr. Sun.

“Yes, I'll go to Beijing tomorrow. Ask about that Sang Guzi for me,” said the middle-aged man.

“Sure,” said the poker-faced man.

…

The next morning was grim.

On top of Nanshan hill, the sound of something splitting through the air continued to sound, as if something was cracking. It was Wang Yao who practiced air splitting fists, which was documented in the book that Zhou Xiong had given him, which meant splitting the air with a fist. The fist splitting the air was quite fierce. One had to exert all strength into his fist while practicing.

When Wang Yao was practicing stabbing blows, two men came to Nanshan hill. One is an adult, the other is a child. It was Zhou Xiong and his son. They followed the path towards Wang Yao's cottage.

“Hello, Dr. Wang,” greet Zhou Xiong.

“Halo, Uncle Wang,” greet Zhou Wukang.

“Halo, please come in,” said Wang Yao.

Wang Yao invited Zhou Xiong and Zhou Wukang to the cottage. Zhou Xiong had called Wang Yao to make sure he was on top of the hill before bringing his son here.

“Come, Wukang, let me see you,” Wang Yao said.

Wang Yao sat down to check Zhou Wukang's pulse. According to his pulse, the condition of his arm had not changed, but his general health had improved.

“Let me massage your arms,” said Wang Yao.

Wang Yao used his mind and Qi to transfer all of his strength into his hands. Then, he followed the meridians on Zhou Wukang's arm to massage him, using the methods he learned from the system. He punched or patted Zhou Wukang's arm using his inner strength. After a while, Zhou Wukang's skinny arm became extremely red, like being struck by a piece of wood.

“How do you feel?” asked Wang Yao.

“I feel a little warm and a little sick,” Zhou Wukang said honestly.

“Is the pain severe?” asked Wang Yao.

“Not really, just a minor pain,” said Zhou Wukang

Wang Yao checked Zhou Wukang's pulse again before exerting twice as much force into his arm.

“Are we going to come see you in a few days?” ask Zhou Xiong.

“Ya,” said Wang Yao.

After Wang Yao finished massaging Zhou Wukang's arm, he started chatting with Zhou Xiong.

“Are you available now?” Wang Yao asked Zhou Xiong all of a sudden.

“Ya, why?” said Zhou Xiong.

“Can you practice Kung Fu with me?” asked Wang Yao. It was a sudden increase in interest.

“Sure!” zhou Xiong said without hesitation. He used to practice Kung Fu all the time and loved to be accompanied while training. However, he had not practiced Kung Fu for a long time because of his son's illness. His Kung Fu skill was still intact, but he did not show it normally. One should use Kung Fu to fight or kill, not to perform.

Wang Yao and Zhou Xiong came to an empty land on a hill.

“We can start now,” said Wang Yao.

“Sure,” says Zhou Xiong.

Wang Yao made a pose slowly, but Zhou Xiong ignored him and tried to directly punch him. Zhou Xiong was so fast that his fist was like a machine gun. He was a master of Xingyi's style, so his fists were fierce and straightforward. There was nothing indirect in the way he attacked. Wang Yao used Tai Chi to respond. He used a technique to complete Zhou Xiong's attack.

Their movements gradually accelerated. At first, Zhou Xiong attacked Wang Yao carefully. Although Wang Yao is a genius in Kung Fu and very intelligent, he has not practiced Kung Fu for a long time. He's lacking in the fighting department. Zhou Xiong did not want to hurt Wang Yao by accident, so he did not try his best to attack and only used 60% of his strength and techniques. But after some time, he was really impressed by Wang Yao's improvement.

This person's experience in fighting had improved greatly! thought Zhou Xiong.

The Tai Chi technique, Wang Yao's incredible strength, and the Qi flowing within his body made Wang Yao's attack become extremely powerful. Although Zhou Xiong had been practicing Kung Fu for over 20 years, he could only match Wang Yao after using all his strength and techniques. Under such circumstances, if he continued to hold back his skills, he would lose the fight in a very bad way.

Fists split the air!

Wang Yao suddenly changed his attack style from sweet and light to ferocious and overwhelming.

He attacked very quickly.

It was too late for Zhou Xiong to dodge. He had to hold back Wang Yao's fist with both of his hands.

However, Wang Yao's fists were too fast and ferocious to be resisted by Zhou Xiong. His body flew out and crashed into a tree, making the tree leaves rustle.

“Dad!” Zhou Wukang immediately ran to Zhou Xiong.

“Sorry, are you okay?” Wang Yao was also anxious. He went to check if Zhou Xiong was injured immediately.

“I'm fine, don't worry.” Zhou Xiong stood up and dusted off his clothes.

“Very good!” said Zhou Xiong who moved his numb hand. If he did not respond in time now to weaken Wang Yao's strength by half, he would end up with a broken arm.

“What technique did you use to attack me?” ask Zhou Xiong.

“The fist that split the air, I think you know it,” Wang Yao said.

“Boxing splitting air? What is documented in Quanjing?” zhou Xiong asked in surprise.

“Yes, don't tell me you haven't practiced before,” replied Wang Yao.

“Of course, I've trained before, but not as hard as you did,” Zhou Xiong said.

He is very familiar with Kung Fu documented in Quanjing and remembers almost every description. He had also practiced most of the techniques documented in Quanjing, so he was quite familiar with them. He knew about the air-breaker fist that valued conception instead of formation.

“I learned it from Quanjing,” Wang Yao said.