Chapter 430: Seeing Again Without Smiling But HatredTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The next treatment was to dredge the channels and collaterals to expel remnant toxicity that had gone deep into the organs and consolidate the fundamentals. The general treatment ideas were clear despite the complicated symptoms.

What about the medication? There it was. That old man wanted to keep his capacity, but it was a little bit hard.

Wang Yao went didn’t go to bed until midnight again.

The next morning was sunny but a little windy.

Zhou Wuyi was standing by the window with the aid of his crutches. He sighed seeing the bald trees outside.

“Winter is always bleak.”

Winter was like him, it lacked vigor. “Alas,” he sighed again.

“Uncle, Doctor Wang is coming,” Zhou Xiong said.

Wang Yao came with his Blood Deblocking Powder and regather soup that he had boiled.

“Hello, sir.”

“Hello, Doctor Wang.”

Zhou Wuyi looked bad. He walked by toddling without any vigor of the past, like a piece of paper blown away by a gust of wind.

Starting with no phatic words, Wang Yao treated the old man.

The old man felt his abdomen become lukewarm as soon as he drank a cup of medicine soup.

Wang Yao then massaged his acupoints to dredge the blood and unblock all the channels, collaterals and acupoints between the chest and abdomen to stimulate his body.

The old man’s forehead began to sweat. Then, his body began to sweat and tremble slightly.

“How do you feel?”

“Good,” the old man answered.

“Hahah…”

Wang Yao smiled. He thought that it should not have been good. The old man should have felt slight tingling pain in more than one place.

The process of unblocking channels and collaterals was usually moderately uncomfortable. It was rarely cozy feeling unless some special medicine was used. Additionally, the old man had some uncontrollable Qi inside his body. It was natural that he should feel a little painful.

The treatment lasted until midday.

“Good. Now, have a rest,” Wang Yao said.

Zhou Wuyi laid down himself on a bed without any energy.

“You should try not to use your neixi or stimulate as little as possible. Your neixi is like a wild horse not in the control of bridle,” Wang Yao said.

“Ok. I will listen to you.” The old man sighed.

These days, he tried to regulate his “obedient” neixi a little at a time, but he always failed. It made his body more painful.

“You need to rest. It will be better if you read some scripture books,” Wang Yao said.

“Scripture books? What kind of scripture books?” the old man asked.

“Taoist scripture,” Wang Yao answered. “Something like Huangting Jing or Huainan Zi.”

“What for?” Zhou Wuyi asked.

“It helps calm you,” Wang Yao answered.

As a man in his 70s, Zhou Wuyi’s temper did not become better with his growing age. Wang Yao knew this was a typical of an old man with “an excess of heat,” Such character did not help his recovery.

Zhou Wuyi smiled awkwardly, knowing his implied meaning.

It was hard to change his temper or character at his age unless some significant incident happened. Even when he had cheated death, it failed to change him. Actually, he still wanted revenge.

“There is no need to rush home. Would you like to have lunch here?” Zhou Xiong asked.

Wang Yao accepted the invitation.

Zhou Xiong didn’t treat anyone but Wang Yao to lunch. They went to the bistro downstairs and had some simple side dishes.

“How long it will take before my uncle recover?” Zhou Xiong asked.

“It’s hard to say. It depends on his state of mind. It may take a month,” Wang Yao replied.

In fact, his condition was not as serious as that of Su Xiaoxue and Sun Yunsheng, but their mood was better than that of the aged, especially Su Xiaoxue. Her character and mood were really good. She was open-minded and had clear thoughts. Keeping relaxed and not overdoing it, in addition to having a frequent smile, helped in the recovery from the disease.

It was reasonable that many old sayings implied that a broad-minded person usually had a kind appearance and that the more one smiles, the younger one becomes.

Wang Yao suddenly received a text from Long Yunfei. “I have arrived in Haiqu. Living in Hill Ocean Hotel now.” Wang Yao responded with one word, “Wait.” What happened in the hotel in Haiqu?

…

Long Yunfei looked at the sea far away by the French windows. He was very calm. Though he had been excited after receiving the message, he quickly calmed after he arrived in Haiqu. For the whole afternoon, he sat quietly looking at the sea. Many ideas had come to his mind.

“Has Xiao Jiang been to Haiqu?” Long Yunfei asked the young man with him.

“No, director,” the young man replied.

“It is winter. Unfortunately, it is not a good time,” Long Yunfei said. “We could go to the beach.”

He did not get any word or phone call from Wang Yao. It was now getting dark.

“Come on, let’s go have supper,” the young man urged.

Long Yunfei agreed. After eating seafood, he was happy. He even drank some wine.

“Director, I feel you have changed,” said the young man, who helped Long Yunfei with his daily life.

“Really, why?” Long Yunfei asked.

“Oh, you have become indifferent or cool,” the young man said after thinking about it for a bit.

“Indifferent? What’s wrong with being indifferent?” Long Yunfei smiled.

…

“Go to Haiqu?” Zhou Xiong asked.

“Yes, to see a friend.” Wang Yao said with a smile.

“Shall we come back for lunch?” Zhou Xiong asked.

“It’s not necessary. You don’t have to wait for me,” Wang Yao said.

“Ok. Be careful on your way,” Zhou Xiong said.

Wang Yao drove to Haiqu to visit Long Yunfei in the hotel. He sent a message, “I’m in the hall.”

He didn’t have to wait long before he saw Long Yunfei come downstairs in the wheelchair. He looked a bit excited. His previous indifference had disappeared.

Seeing Wang Yao again made him feel mixed emotions. He had once hated the young man but also felt appreciation for him after the accident, which made him look at many things and people differently.

“Hello, Doctor Wang. It’s been a long time since we last met,” Long Yunfei said.

“Hello, Director Long. Welcome to Haiqu,” Wang Yao said.

He was a little astonished at the changes happening to Long Yunfei. He didn’t look that good, but his eye were clear. He had changed to be more calm and cool, almost like a Buddhist being awakened.

“What about chatting in my room?” Long Yunfei asked.

Wang Yao agreed and followed the director and his assistant to his room.

Long Yunfei showed him documents that involved a patent transfer and some files about the road, all of which were legal binding and official.

“When I came here, the road was under construction,” Long Yunfei said.

“Being built in winter?” Wang Yao asked.

“They need to clean along the road to broaden it. I assume it will not be finished until July. By the way, a man named Sun Zhengrong on the island must be appreciative. He funded the construction program as soon as he heard about the news,” Long Yunfei said.

“Ah?” Wang Yao was a little bit shocked. He had never been told about such thing.

“Yes, he indeed deserves gratitude,” Long Yunfei said.

“I also have to say, thank you,” Wang Yao said looking at Long Yunfei.

“You don’t have to. I did this for myself,” Long Yunfei said.

Wang Yao laughed. “Come on, let me check.”

Wang Yao reached out to feel his pulse. “Yes, it is just like what I thought,” he said. “Lay face down on the bed.”

He reached out to massage Long Yunfei’s lower back forwards and backwards, and then the abdomen. It took just over 10 minutes.

Long Yunfei was amazed. His abdomen and lower back were warm, like there was a warm loop around them.

“You will be able to stand on your feet within three days,” Wang Yao said calmly.

Long Yunfei quivered a bit hearing those word, but there was no excessive excitement or tears on his aged face.

“Good,” he sighed.

The two bid farewell to one another. Long Yunfei led him out, watching Wang Yao until he disappeared into the elevator.

“Director, who is that man?”