Chapter 53: The Decline of Life is Unstoppable
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
She was so worried since her grandfather was on the verge of death. Doctors said that they were powerless and the family was informed to prepare for the worst.
Now was a critical time and the situation was very serious.
In fact, it was so dire that she imposed her last hope on to the young man.
The disease that those experts and masters failed to cure can be cured by this young man? Guo Sirou thought.
“You can come back in three days,” Wang Yao said.
He had accumulated some bonus points, so he could buy the shanjing and guiyuan needed for the Regather soup. It was just a few days later and they came to him, which was probably destiny. Hence, he decided to help them.
“Three days later?” Guo Sirou frowned slightly.
“Three days is too long?” Wang Yao asked peacefully.
Although he had decocted many herbal medicines these days and he had mastered many relevant pieces of knowledge through the self-learning and the wisdom-filling pharmacist system, there were still two unknown things about the decoction: There were two panaceas in the medicine, so he was not sure whether the result would be successful or not. The soup could also not be too harsh when being made.
“Okay, three days it is. Thank you.” Guo Sirou and He Qisheng stayed for a while and then they left.
Wang Yao exchanged the shanjing and guiyuan with the accumulated bonus points leaving him with no points left.
Wang Yao looked at the two herbal medicines in his hand. They were the rhizome of the licorice roots. They looked like wild ginseng, but one was longer and the other was a little bit strong. They had texture and long thin hairs with a faint fragrance.
He prepared the herbs and firewood within one day and he checked the formula again many times. Then, he read passages from his scriptures and practiced his breathing exercises as usual.
It was sunny, and the sun was also bright the next day.
Having finished farming and practicing, Wang Yao started to decoct the medicinal herbs. He checked the formula and medicinal herbs, the firewood, the ancient spring water, and the multifunctional pot for herbs.
The water boiled as the fire underneath it increased.
The boiling times of each medicinal herb were different. Some of them needed to be stewed for a long time for it to be efficient, while some of them needed a shorter time since the medicinal composition would be destroyed if it was stewed for longer.
Wang Yao looked at the multifunctional pot for herbs and he estimated the time. He added some wood to the fire occasionally.
The firewood was necessary since the natural gas was used to decoct, however, the effect may not be that good. The firewood was a plant, so naturally it was able to make fire, which was same as making pottery. The making of some pottery needed special wood and it wouldn’t be made successfully with natural gas.
The water boiled steadily with the flames underneath it. The medicinal composition of the herbs integrated with the ancient spring water. There was a special fragrance of medicine in the cottage.
The medicinal herbs should be put in one-by-one steadily.
Ginseng, glossy ganoderma, angelica…
Time went by and the soup in the pot changed colors slowly.
Two licorice roots were added gradually. The shanjing was put in first since it needed a certain time to stew, same as the wild ginseng. Guiyuan was put in after it since it was unique—it could take in and coordinate the efficacy of all the herbs.
The flame still burned hot as the pot was removed from it.
Wang Yao put a little bit of the red soup into the white porcelain vase that he had prepared beforehand. With that, the Regather soup was finished.
Wang Yao raised his head and looked out the window. It was dark; he paid no attention to the outside when he was focused on decocting the soup. Whether it was effective or not would be proved soon enough.
On this day, the sun rose at approximately 8 am. A vehicle was driven to the quiet village and there were two people out of it and up the hill. They came to the herbal field, but they did not find Wang Yao. There was only a dog with light fur barking at them endlessly.
“Where did he go?!” Guo Sirou looked around anxiously and the dog to rush to keep her away.
“My lady, keep silent. We should wait for a while,” He Qisheng next to her stopped her.
The dog stopped bothering them when he saw that they stopped in their path.
“What a pity!”
On a large rock on Nanshan hill, Wang Yao heard the barking and opened his eyes.
He found two people when he went down from the top of the hill.
“You are so early,” He said.
“Is it done?” Guo Sirou asked.
“It is done.” Wang Yao waved his hand and the white porcelain vase appeared. It was still warm, and Guo Sirou wanted to stretch out for it.
Mission: There is a price for good herbal medicine.
“I know!” Wang Yao quietly said to the system.
“What is the price?” Guo Sirou asked.
The medicine should be paid for with 4000 kilograms of gold, but you could also exchange the gold into money. It should be 1 million yuan.
It was so expensive.
Listening to the price, Wang Yao sighed. He was not that surprised since Anshensan was also very expensive.
“Miss Guo. That is the price for the medicine.” Although he was unwilling, Wang Yao had to say it.
“What?” Guo Sirou was shocked. “How much?”
“One million,” Wang Yao replied simply.
“What?!” Guo Sirou was still shocked but she was back to herself soon. “What is your bank account number. I will transfer the money to you soon.”
That amount of money could not be earned in his lifetime, but it meant nothing to her. Now, there was one million in the card of Wang Yao.
“This should be secret,” Wang Yao emphasized again.
“No problem. I can do that. How should I use the medicine?” Guo Sirou asked.
“It should be taken three times a day for two days. It should be taken while it’s still warm.”
Guo Sirou and He Qisheng were already familiar with this method, so they quickly left with the medicine. Their vehicle shot down the street and then they left the Qi Province that morning by airplane. They flew to Jing city.
In Jing city, there was a special hospital and a unique ward. There were several medical staff members looking after an old man. The old man lying on the bed was disoriented. He seemed to be very slim and there were age spots on his face. He could be described as being on the brink of death.
There was a man in his 40’s standing to one side; he seemed to be very worried.
“How about him, Uncle Chen?”
“We’ve tried hard to maintain his health,” the doctor said slowly, “but you all should prepare for the worst!”
“Okay. Thank you,” the middle-aged man said after a couple of seconds.
He went out of the ward and lit a cigarette. He looked at the view outside from the window. The night of Jing City was filled with lights. At that moment, there was an attractive middle-aged woman who rushed to the ward.
“How is he? Are there any updates?” the woman asked anxiously.
“Nothing, he is still the same thing.”