Elixir Supplier Chapter 561: There are ghosts

Wang Yao didn’t stay in Su’s house for too long, because Su Xiaoxue’s condition had fully recovered, and she seemed to want to leave this house and look outside. The medical hall opened is particularly interesting. But the problem is that Wang Yao hasn't thought about it for the time being.

"Mr. promised me." These are the original words of Su Xiaoxue.

Yes, yes, but no specific time.

"Do you Miss Su often go out recently?" After coming out of Su's house, Wang Yao asked Chen Yingdao on the side.

"Yes, I do go out often." Chen Ying said with a smile, "It seems to be a remedy for lying in bed because of the sickness of the past few years. She almost turned around in interesting places near Beijing and Tianjin. It's all over again." Chen Ying said, during this period of time, she has accompanied the Su family princess to many places.

"Understandable." Wang Yao listened.

If it was him, lying in bed for several years, once healed, he would be walking around the world, not staying in the house and lamenting the change in life and the love of God.

"She would love to visit her husband."

"Let's do it." Wang Yao said.

Since I have come, I have seen her, cured her disease, left an inner breath in her body, and taught her a passage of scripture, which is also considered a fate.

She can go if she wants to.

In the afternoon, Chen Zhou was picked up by Chen Ying from the treatment center. At this time, he was still sober. Wang Yao's medicine can guarantee that he will be sober for a month. Chen Ying firmly believes in this.

"Thank you, sir." Chen Zhou said very respectfully. He was able to return to what he is today because of the young man in front of him.

"Thank you very much, sister." Wang Yao said.

"I won't live here tonight. I will go out and visit."

"How can it work?" Chen Ying listened.

"Yes, I can go out and live."

"It's okay, the night is good today, I just happened to be walking around." Wang Yao smiled and waved his hand.

The capital is very large and there are many places to live.

Wang Yao didn't even have dinner in the small courtyard. He went out alone and wandered around.

The night in the capital is more colorful than the day.

Wang Yao walked around aimlessly and wandered around, feeling that it was getting late, so he found a hotel to stay in. That's it, the night passed.

Early the next morning,

"What, not here?" Early in the morning, Chen Zhouchuan, who heard Wang Yao's visit to the capital, came to the Su's courtyard.

"Yes, Old Chen." Chen Ying said.

"Where did he go?"

"I don't know this very well. When my husband left last night, he said he wanted to go around and see the night of the capital." Chen Ying said truthfully.

"What's so interesting about the night of the capital?" the old man asked after hearing it.

"Huh?" He saw the bright-eyed boy in the yard.

"Your brother?"

"Yes."

"His illness is healed?" The old man said, he knew about the boy’s illness, but he had not treated him personally, because Chen Ying had never looked for him, and he was quite reserved and felt that he could not surrender himself. Voluntarily asked to see a doctor for a junior.

"Mr. has already diagnosed and treated him. There will be no problems within a month." Chen Ying said.

"That's good, that's good."

"Are you always looking for something to do with your husband?"

"It's okay, it's okay." The old man waved his hand after hearing that, "I just heard that he came and wanted to talk to him. You two brothers and sisters get together, I won’t bother."

"You go slowly."

"Go back." Chen Zhouchuan smiled and waved his hand, then left.

"Sister, who is this old man?" Chen Zhoudao after he walked away.

"A Chinese doctor."

"Chinese medicine, very powerful?"

"Of course, the master in the red wall." Chen Ying said, "I also want to ask him to see a doctor, but I didn't speak."

"It's hard for you." Chen Zhoudao.

Although he has been in the hospital for several years, he has been constantly receiving knowledge and learning things during his sober period, and he knows about the identity of the old man that his sister said. Over the years, my sister has been worried about herself.

"Sister, thank you." He said very sincerely.

"Stupid boy, tell me what to do, as long as you are good, sister can do anything." Chen Ying smiled, tears faintly in her eyes.

Wu's family,

"Let's continue taking medicine." Wang Yao said.

"Good."

After taking the medicine, Wang Yao gave the old man an injection again. The veins and acupoints from the last time are still the same.

Refuel, add firewood, sew loopholes,

This is what Wang Yao is doing now.

It’s just that he’s not a god, and he can’t make a drug that can really cure this terminal illness for the time being, and the old man is already old. This is the biggest problem. Human itself is like a piece of wood burning. After all, there will be a day when it burns out. This is birth, old age, sickness and death. This is a natural law. If he is younger and his body is thicker, he can choose to use more violent drugs, perhaps the effect will be better, but It can't work now, only mild treatment can be done, otherwise the condition may take a turn for the worse.

How long can you hold on? In Wang Yao and this old man, it depends on how long he wants to live, which is the so-called willpower to survive.

After the treatment, Wang Yao and Wu Tongxing spoke a few words and left.

Cough cough cough, the old man lying in the hospital bed suddenly coughed.

The health doctor waiting by the side immediately got busy, and soon the old man calmed down.

"Tongxing."

"Dad."

"Where is your brother?"

"Not back yet."

"When he comes back, let him come to see me, I have something to tell you."

"Hey, can you take a break first?" Wu Tongxing said.

Well, the old man responded when he heard it, lying on the bed, but did not close his eyes. He could feel that his life is not much, if it weren't for this young man, maybe he would have gone to another world long ago. That's good, you can see your wife, old chief, and friends in the past, instead of living like this, suffering. Before that, he still had something to explain to his children, but he was still a little worried.

After coming out of Wu’s house, Wang Yao went straight to the Temple of Heaven after lunch. He came here once yesterday.

This is the place where sacrifices were made in the Ming and Qing dynasties.

In the afternoon, there were many visitors.

Wang Yao stood here quietly for a while.

Yesterday, he felt that the aura here is different from elsewhere, a mysterious feeling that is difficult to explain.

Perhaps he has been standing in one place for a long time, maybe he is too different from the tourists visiting around, and many people have noticed him.

"Hey, look, what are you guys doing there?"

"Enlightenment, this is a place to sacrifice to heaven!"

"Oh, last time I saw such a person, it turned out!"

"How is it?"

"Sent to the hospital directly."

"Just pull it."

Wang Yao slowly opened his eyes and looked around. These people were there, making him unable to do something.

"Unfortunately, there are too many people."

Then he left.

"Gone?"

"Enlightened!"

Leaving the Temple of Heaven, he came to the Temple of Earth.

The same kind of mysterious feeling, but it is slightly different from when he was in the Temple of Heaven. There are fewer people here. Wang Yao also stood in the same place with his eyes closed for a while, and then left.

The sky gradually darkened.

An old store, a few side dishes, a simple meal.

At night, the capital is even more prosperous.

The Temple of Heaven, the door was closed long ago, and it stands there quietly at this moment, like an old man who has been baptized for thousands of years, a little late.

Suddenly, a person came here.

Standing quietly under the night sky.

This person is naturally Wang Yao.

At this time there is no one except the patrolling person~IndoMTL.com~.

Wang Yao stood there quietly, feeling the aura between heaven and earth.

Woo, a gust of wind is blowing.

His, whistle,

Crack,

A light shone on the people, and then a night watchman came.

"His, it's weird, I just saw a figure here just now." He held a hand lamp in one hand and an electric stick in the other, and his body was still trembling slightly.

He did see a person just now, standing on the altar that day, after approaching, he did not find anyone.

"Seeing a ghost!"

Ghost!

As soon as he mentioned this word, he trembled. What is this place, the imperial palace of the Ming and Qing dynasties, this is a place of worship to heaven, and it can also be understood as a place to communicate with ghosts and gods!