First, the effect of the ancient spring water was extraordinary. Second, the plants were affected by the layout of the yard. After all, it could forcibly be called a battle array.

That night, a robbery happened in the village.

The house of the family who had just killed the sheep and had the sheep's t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es taken out was broken into. However, nothing was stolen. w.a.n.g Fenghou was frightened to death.

"Sell this thing quickly. You shouldn't care if the price is high or low. We still earn anyway," his wife said worryingly. After all, they still had a child at home. They were not afraid that the robber would steal it, but they were afraid the robber would remember it.

"Okay. I'll sell it," w.a.n.g Fenghou said.

Two sheep t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es were sold for 20,000 yuan. They indeed earned. This was equivalent to their income from killing more than 100 sheep.

"It's too cheap," w.a.n.g Yao said after hearing the news.

When a thing was scarce, it was precious.

It was a precious thing. It was also expensive. By reselling it, the buyer could earn tens of thousands at least.

"However, selling it was a good thing," w.a.n.g Yao said.

Since the incident, the villagers had a sudden interest in killing sheep. They killed two or three sheep a day. They all wanted to make an ill-gotten wealth.

After hearing the news, w.a.n.g Yao laughed. The sheep t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es would not be that valuable if they were that easy to obtain.

The result was predestined. They killed more than 10 sheep in three days, but they did not obtain a single sheep t.e.s.t.i.c.l.e.

w.a.n.g Yao spent two days harvesting medicinal herbs on the hill. Then, he sold most of them through the system. He needed the medicinal herbs provided by the system to decoct medicine with extraordinary efficacies. He kept some of them. He dried and processed some of them. Others had to be roasted. There was also a cauldron on the hill. This was training for him.

He had all the theories in his brain, but the actual operation was different. One had to seek proof carefully.

w.a.n.g Mingbao came to the mountain village one evening with a middle-aged man, who was very thin and pallid, and a skinny and pale-faced child. The child seemed to be around 7 years old. His eyes appeared very big because his cheeks were skinny. His hair was yellowish.

They found w.a.n.g Yao as soon as they came.

At first sight of the child, w.a.n.g Yao concluded it was malnutrition. His eyeb.a.l.l.s were yellowish, and his liver was damaged. His breathing was weak, and his Qi was insufficient.

Besides the child, the middle-aged man was also in poor health. His face and eyes were dull. His hair was also yellowish. The father and son were like seedlings of cereal crops that had been grilled.

"Where do you feel unwell?" w.a.n.g Yao asked.

"My whole body is in pain," the child's father answered.

"Your whole body is in pain? Let me have a look." w.a.n.g Yao carefully examined the man. He was very shocked.

He had a severe poisoning. The toxins had penetrated his five internal organs. His liver damage was particularly serious because it was the organ of detoxification.

The child's life was now in danger. He had to be detoxified immediately. As for the toxins in his body, w.a.n.g Yao would a.n.a.lyze them later.

w.a.n.g Yao's detoxification method was simple. The antidote herb was boiled with water and blended with the sliced glossy ganoderma and licorice.

It was decocted within half an hour.

After the medicinal soup had cooled down a little, he then let the child drink it.

After a while, the child's stomach kept grumbling. He looked unwell. His face was sweating.

"What's wrong?" w.a.n.g Yao asked.

"My stomach hurts. I'm having diarrhea," the boy replied.

"The washroom is outside."

The function of the antidote herb was to carry out detoxification. This type of licorice itself could dissipate some of the toxins in the human body. At the same time, it had another function. It could quickly induce the discharge of the toxins that could not be dissipated through various ways. The simplest ways were through defecation and urination.

The child h came out of the washroom after spending nearly half an hour in it.

"How do you feel?" w.a.n.g Yao asked with a smile.

"My stomach is empty. I'm hungry," the child replied.

"Hungry?" w.a.n.g Yao was startled. He did not expect such an answer from the child. "Is your body still in pain?"

"Huh?" The child was stunned. He only realized now that his body had not been in pain for quite some time. "Umm, it doesn't seem like its hurt for a while."

"That's good then. Let's go. I'll treat you guys to a meal," w.a.n.g Mingbao said.

"How is that okay?" the child's father responded. He had brought his child here to have his illness treated. He saw w.a.n.g Yao give his child some medicine, then his child had diarrhea. Regardless of the effect, w.a.n.g Yao was dedicated. Furthermore, the kindhearted w.a.n.g Mingbao had paid for their traveling expenses. Now, he wanted to treat them to a meal. This could not be justified. "It'll be my treat."

"Master Gong, listen to me when you're here. It's my treat," w.a.n.g Mingbao replied.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

He knew about the family's situation. They were extremely short of money. They were usually very frugal. This could be seen from the appearances of the father and son. Moreover, the economy in Shangjun was not developed. Their village was also known to all as a poor one. They were really poor. He had only brought a few hundred yuan with him.

They chose a simple place, which was the restaurant in the downtown village.

"The child has to eat more of something light," w.a.n.g Yao said.

His body had just been detoxified, so he could not eat food that was too greasy. Since his organs had been affected by the toxins, his digestive ability was poor.

They ordered a few dishes, all of which were light. They ordered some river prawns that could be easily digested. They also ordered a chicken dish and a mushroom soup.

"Eat up."

"Okay!"

The child had never eaten so many dishes. He did not eat any other things. He especially liked the roast chicken.

"The digestive ability of your stomach is still poor. Eat less of it. Eat more of this." w.a.n.g Yao pointed at the mushroom soup.

"We always eat this in our village," the child replied.

w.a.n.g Yao smiled and did not say anything else.

Eating these things was just a temporary enjoyment for him. After returning home, he was afraid that he might have diarrhea again. However, even a temporary enjoyment was good.

After the meal, the sky had already darkened. The next task was to make arrangements for the father and son. This was easy. w.a.n.g Mingbao had four large roof-tiled houses. They could stay there after the place was tidied up.

"Thank you so much, Manager w.a.n.g." Tears welled in the middle-aged man's eyes. He did not know what to say. "Ziqiang, give Manager w.a.n.g and Dr. w.a.n.g a kowtow quickly," he said to his son.

The child knelt on the ground with a thud.

"Hey, don't do this. Get up quickly." w.a.n.g Yao grabbed the child.

The father and son followed w.a.n.g Mingbao back to his house. After settling them in, w.a.n.g Mingbao came out and talked to w.a.n.g Yao by the river.

"What's the deal with this child?" w.a.n.g Yao asked.

"I ran into them when I went to Shangjun," w.a.n.g Mingbao replied.

"Then, your benevolence flourished?" w.a.n.g Yao teased.

"No. This can't be explained in a word or two. Is that child okay?" w.a.n.g Mingbao asked.

"If he had come a few days later, he would be in trouble," w.a.n.g Yao responded.

"More than one child in their village school has this illness," w.a.n.g Mingbao said.

"What?" w.a.n.g Yao frowned.

"He's not the only one. It's just that his condition is more serious," w.a.n.g Mingbao replied.

"How many children are there?" w.a.n.g Yao asked.

"There are about 40 or 50," his friend replied.

"There are so many of them." w.a.n.g Yao looked at the surface of the river under the night sky. After a long time, he lifted his head and asked, "Are you free?"

"Why?"

"I want to go there and have a look," w.a.n.g Yao responded.

"Sure. No problem."

It would be a different story if he did not know about it. Now that he knew, he thought these children might be in danger. It was not that he was the Mother of Christ. This was a subconscious thought. Other doctors might also want to go there and have a look.

While remarkable medical skills were important, the most important thing for people who practiced medicine to have the heart of practicing medicine in order to help people.

"When?"

"Tomorrow," w.a.n.g Yao replied.

"Okay. Tomorrow it is."

After returning home, w.a.n.g Yao told his parents about the matter. His parents did not have any objection and were unanimously supportive.

"Okay. How are you going to get there?" they asked.

"We'll drive. It's more convenient to have a car," w.a.n.g Yao replied.

It was a journey of thousands of miles. They estimated it would take them a few days to go back and forth.

"Drive safe," his parents urged.

"Okay. I still have to go up the hill," w.a.n.g Yao said.

After giving his parents a ma.s.sage to relax their muscles, he went up the hill.

He needed some things for his trip to Shangjun, like the licorice roots. The antidote herb could dispel all sorts of toxins. He only picked a leaf from each individual plant so they could continue to grow until they bore fruits.

He carefully dug a Shanjing. Its roots were like artichokes, but they were much smaller. The ones that were planted some time ago were just like chicken eggs.

"It's somewhat a pity to use it now!"

He dug out two Shanjings. Once it was dug out, it could no longer grow because it was the roots. The part that was used for medicine was mainly the roots. Its stem and leaves could also be used as medicine, but the efficacy was poorer. However, it was considered to be better than nothing. He had also kept it in the grid of the system.

Except for these two types of licorice roots, he did not touch the others.

The night was getting deeper.

…

In the mountain village, the father and son of the Gong family were lying on the kang in w.a.n.g Mingbao's house.

"Father, why does Manager w.a.n.g treat us so well?" the boy asked.

"How should I know? We've met a living Buddha," his father responded.

Buddha was the G.o.d of salvation. This was what the children heard when they listened to the stories told by the old people in the village. Buddha was the best G.o.d.

Gong Aiguo was thinking about how to repay Manager w.a.n.g.

"Oh right, Ziqiang, is your body still in pain?" he asked.

"It is, but it's a lot less painful," his son replied.

"Dr. w.a.n.g's medicine is useful."

"Yes. The doctors in the county can't even cure it." In the child's opinion, the doctors in the county were impressive people, but he knew they did not have the money to go see them.