Everything should be done step-by-step. When w.a.n.g Yao thought about it, it was already dark. He then went home to have a meal. He came home for dinner a lot more often as the end of the year neared.

"Mom, do you need my help?" w.a.n.g Yao knew that it would be busy at home since it was the end of the year—they had to sweep the house, steam bread, and cook the meat and vegetables.

"No. Your sister told me that she would be off several days later. She will come and do housework with me," said Zhang Xiuying.

"Okay."

At night in Haiqu thousands of miles away from the village, in a quiet living quarter by the sea.

In a villa, a mother and son sat in the living room and watched TV.

"Mom, you look better than you did before!" said middle-aged man happily.

His mother looked pale when he went out. She did not have much color before since she didn't have a lot of energy. However, her face seemed to be rejuvenated and full of life now, which was so rare.

"Yes. The medicine sent by Yuantu was so effective!" the woman exclaimed. She knew the most about her change. It had only been half a day and she could already feel a great change in her body after drinking half the medicine. This was the first time in years; she was so happy and surprised.

"It is good that it is effective. I will tell him when you finish it. I will ask him to bring another one," the middle-aged man said happily.

"Yes. You should invite Yuantu to our home and I will cook for you."

"That's great. I haven't eaten your food before."

Looking at his mother becoming well, the middle-aged man was so delighted.

"The doctor who made the medicine is so great!" the woman praised.

"Yes. He is powerful," said the man.

On Nanshan hill, w.a.n.g Yao read a book in the cold cottage. Then, he put it back into the lattice in the system.

Lying on his bed, he thought about the mission that he received during the day. He should think about it carefully since it could not be completed by itself and the punishment was severe.

He could not think of anything and so he went sleep.

The next morning, he picked up the phone call of his mother when he was busy in the field. His father was coughing at night and he felt uncomfortable in the morning, so she asked w.a.n.g Yao to pick up some medicinal herbs.

w.a.n.g Yao went home directly.

He found his parents were still at home and then he checked on his father. It was easy to see that his father had inflammation. w.a.n.g Yao found several medicinal herbs in the field when he went back to the hill. He made a medicine to clear the throat and remove inflammation for his father.

"Dad, you should stop smoking these next two days."

"Okay," replied w.a.n.g Fenghua.

w.a.n.g Yao helped his parents to do something and then he was back to the hill.

"He does have abilities," w.a.n.g Fenghua said to his wife when they were busy.

"Abilities? What kind of abilities?" Zhang Xiuying stopped her job and said.

"I feel so comfortable when I take the medicine made by him," said w.a.n.g Fenghua.

"Of course. He is my son," said Zhang Xiuying proudly.

There were surprise visitors that came to the hill while w.a.n.g Yao was working. One was He Qisheng who had been on hill many times and there was a young man beside him. He seemed to be younger and very handsome.

"h.e.l.lo. I am Guo Zhenghe," said the young man. w.a.n.g Yao knew exactly who he was. He was the younger brother of Guo Sirou, the one who had been poisoned. He came back from death row because of w.a.n.g Yao's medicine.

"I came to thank you." Guo Zhenghe seemed to be honest, but the appreciation was a bit late.

"Zhenghe went back to school as soon as he recovered. He had no time to come to the hill, but he came to here especially during the holiday to show his appreciation," He Qisheng explained.

"It doesn't matter. The medicine was very costly," said w.a.n.g Yao calmly. In other words, it was an equal exchange, so Zhenghe had no need to thank him.

"I had spent money in the hospital, but they did not cure me. You saved me, so I should come to thank you," said the young man.

"Come in then," w.a.n.g Yao said to the two of them with a smile.

San Xian looked at them entering the cottage quietly.

"Have a drink." w.a.n.g Yao served them with a pot of tea.

"This is some good tea. Is it Qimen black tea?" The young man drank and admired the taste.

"Yes."

"Bro—can I call you that?" Guo Zhenghe asked with a smile.

"Up to you."

"You enjoy life so much!?"

"My friend gave the tea to me, and now, I make it for you guys."

He Qisheng sat to one side. He was astonished when drinking the tea.

It was so cold in the cottage. Guo Zhenghe could not bear it.

"It is so cold, but you have no heater?" Guo Zhenghe asked confusingly.

"I'm used to it," said w.a.n.g Yao with a smile.

"That's incredible!" said Guo Zhenghe.

No common person could bear this amount of cold.

"Thank you."

Guo Zhenghe and He Qisheng stayed in the cottage for ten more minutes. Guo Zhenghe was curious about all the different kinds of medicinal herbs. w.a.n.g Yao just pointed at some common herbs and he did not explain them any further. Licorice roots were planted there, and they were covered by some common herbs. Common people could be tricked but not He Qisheng since he knew so much about medicine. w.a.n.g Yao could see that from their several interactions.

They had a lot of questions, especially He Qisheng, but he just said two words, "I admire you! "These two words were said by He Qisheng from his heart.