Elixir Supplier

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“I hope you won’t blame Chen Lao,” Chen Ying said.

She remembered that Wang Yao didn’t like people introducing patients to him without his permission.

“No, I won’t blame him. It’s fine,” Wang Yao said with a smile. He immediately got what Chen Ying meant. He didn’t try to avoid seeing strange people. In addition, he didn’t promise Chen Lao that he would go.

Meanwhile, in Dao, Sun Zhengrong couldn’t stop coughing.

“Master, do you want me to take you to the village?” Uncle Lin asked.

“I’m fine. I’ve taken the decoction,” Sun Zhengrong replied.

“I know, but I’m still worried,” Uncle Lin said.

He called Sun Yunsheng without Sun Zhengrong’s knowledge.

“What? My dad is injured? Is he OK?” Sun Yunsheng asked anxiously at the other end of the phone.

“No too bad. He has taken the decoction given by Dr. Wang. Is Dr. Wang in the village now?” Uncle Lin asked.

“No. He’s gone to Beijing.” Sun Yunsheng knew that Wang Yao had gone to Beijing because he had asked him to look after his family while he was away.

“Beijing? When will he be back?” Uncle Lin asked.

“I’m not sure,” Sun Yunsheng replied. He only knew that Wang Yao had gone to Beijing. He presumed that he went to see Su Xiaoxue. However, he didn’t know when Wang Yao would return.

Uncle Lin sighed after he had hung up the phone. What should I do? He was very worried about Sun Zhengrong.

Although Sun Zhengrong seemed OK at the moment, he had almost taken all the decoctions given by Wang Yao. Their enemies were too unpredictable.

The dog in the house suddenly started to bark crazily when they were having dinner. They didn’t think it was right, so the let the dog enter the house. The dog wouldn’t stop barking in the kitchen. They found something abnormal in the meat. They had cooked some meat but hadn’t eaten it all up. Fortunately, they found it in time.

What should we do if the same thing happened again?

“Lin, don’t worry too much,” Sun Zhengrong said. “We’ve come across worse situations through the years.”

“You are right, but this time is different,” Uncle Lin said.

“I know.” Sun Zhengrong shook his hand.

Meanwhile, inside a luxurious house, Sun Zhengrong’s enemies tried to find a place to stay.

“Teacher, what do you think?” a middle-aged man asked.

“Mr. Han, you don’t need to be so overcautious when speaking to me,” said an old man as he coughed. “Is your mother alright?”

“Thank you for asking, she’s fine,” the middle-aged man replied.

“Our presence here could bring you trouble,” the old man said.

“Never mind.” The middle-aged man shook his hand with a smile. “You saved my mother. Plus, I never see eye to eye with Sun Zhengrong.”

“Good, we won’t stay here for long,” the old man said.

“That’s fine. I’ll arrange the rooms for all of you,” the middle-aged man said.

He turned around and left the room. His face immediately turned dark like dead water.

“Sir, he was lying,” a skinny tall man said.

“I know. People like him are everywhere nowadays,” the old man said with a sigh.

“You are right. Have you planted the parasites inside his body?” the skinny tall man asked.

“Yes,” the old man replied.

“Great, he won’t be able to do any damage to us then,” the skinny tall man said.

Um? The middle-aged man who just left the room suddenly had a sharp pain in his chest. No! His heart sank. He knew those people in the room and their unusual and horrible means of living.

“Damn it!”

All he could do now was to cooperate. They were a bunch of crazy people. He knew exactly what they were capable of. However, he had initially contacted them. He brought disaster upon himself.

“He should have started to have symptoms,” the old man said as he looked through the window. The house was located in a nice area. The old man could see the ocean through the window.

“Yes, about time,” the skinny tall man said.

“Let him have a taste of that,” the old man said.

They had met Sun Zhengrong by accident, then they got to know one another. The old man couldn’t remember when he and Sun Zhengrong had started to hate each other. The hatred was a dead knot.

“When should we leave, sir?” the skinny tall man asked.

“When Sun Zhengrong is dead. By the way, his son is not at home?” the old man asked.

“No, his son is not at home. It’s a miracle Sun Zhengrong is still alive by now,” the skinny tall man said.

Ahem! Ahem! The old man started to cough again.

“Sir, you need to take a break. I’ll go and find out what is happening to Sun Zhengrong,” the skinny tall man said.

The old man agreed.

…

In Beijing, Wang Yao was reading the scripture he just bought from the antique shop. What a fantastic book!

He didn’t know whose handwriting was in the book. He presumed it was from a Taoist. The content was detailed and complete. It was much better than those books he bought online. I should get more books like this.

It started to get dark outside.

“Mr. Wang, dinner is ready,” Chen Ying said.

“OK,” Wang Yao said.

Chen Ying had cooked several delicious dishes and rice porridge.

“Um, yum!” Wang Yao exclaimed.

“I’m happy you like it,” Chen Ying said.

Wang Yao’s daily life was mainly arranged by Chen Ying. By now, she had become familiar with his dietary habits. She knew Wang Yao preferred light food and Shandong cuisine.

“I want to see your brother first tomorrow morning, then we will go to Su Xiaoxue’s house,” Wang Yao said.

“How about Mr. Wu?” Chen Ying asked.

“Don’t worry about him for now,” Wang Yao said with a smile.

Chen Ying didn’t say much since she was not friendly with Mr. Wu anyway.

“Uncle, will he come here?” a middle-aged man asked.

“I don’t know,” Chen Lao said after taking a sip of the tea. “Your father’s condition is not particularly serious, but it will become critical if he doesn’t get treated in time.”

“Can you and Dr. Li help him?” the young man asked.

“We’ve tried, but treatment was not effective,” Chen Lao said. “That young doctor is different. You know about Xiaoxue’s condition. No Traditional Chinese medical practitioners but him could cure Xiaoxue. He is a much better doctor than all of us.”

“But, you mentioned he’s ill-tempered,” the middle-aged man said.

“It’s not about his temper. It is his rule, which is a bit strange,” Chen Lao said. “Actually I shouldn’t have taken you to see him in the first place. I should have asked Chen Ying or Ms. Song to talk to him first. The good thing is he didn’t turn us down. At least there is a possibility that he will see your father.”

“I’ll talk to him again tomorrow,” the middle-aged man said.

“No, don’t push him,” Chen Lao said. “I will find a chance to speak to him.”

“Thank you,” the middle-aged man said in humble reverence.

“You don’t need to thank me, we are family,” Chen Lao said.

It was getting late and cold outside. Wang Yao was wearing nothing but a long-sleeved T-shirt. He sat in the courtyard looking at the sky.

“It is going to snow tomorrow,” Wang Yao said softly.

“Snow?” Chen Ying looked up. “But the weather forecast said it will be cloudy tomorrow.”

“Not for long, in the morning,” Wang Yao said.

Chen Ying looked at the sky for a while but couldn’t tell anything. She was shocked the next morning after she had gotten up. It was really snowing outside. The sky was dark and gloomy. The snowflakes were drifting in their own pace.

This is amazing!

It was not snowing heavily, so the traffic was not affected. Chen Ying and Wang Yao went to the mental institution where Chen Zhou stayed..

“How are you, Zhou?” Chen Ying asked.

“Good. I’m sober. I like the feeling of being sober,” Chen Zhou replied.

“Let me take a look at you,” Wang Yao said.

Wang Yao reviewed Chen Zhou, who seemed to be fine for now. Actually, he was completely healthy at the moment. The only thing was that he had vigorous Qi and blood.

“You are fine,” Wang Yao said.

Chen Zhou’s condition confused Wang Yao. He still hadn’t figured out the reason why Chen Zhou’s psychotic episode was recurrent.

“Thank you,” Chen Zhou said with a smile. His smile was like sunshine. “How long will I be sober for this time?”

“About 10 days, maybe longer,” Wang Yao said. He was actually not sure about it. What’s wrong with him?

Chen Zhou’s problem would exist until Wang Yao could figure out the cause of his problem. Since Chen Zhou appeared to be fine at the moment, Wang Yao didn’t prescribe a new formula.

“Let’s wait and see,” Wang Yao said.

Wang Yao and Chen Ying had a simple lunch in a small restaurant before returning to the cottage to rest. When they were about to go out again at about 1 p.m., they had a visitor.

“Good afternoon, Dr. Wang.” Guo Zhenghe came to the cottage with two bags of tea.

“Afternoon, Mr. Guo,” Wang Yao replied.

“Are you going out?” Guo Zhenghe asked.