Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Wang Yao easily ducked the hit, which was extremely overwhelming. What a Kung Fu master!

An expert could tell if a person was really capable as soon as he interacted with the person.

Zhong Yuanyang immediately knew that Wang Yao was a Kung Fu master. He didn’t use his full strength when hitting out in case Wang Yao didn’t practice Kung Fu. He didn’t want to hurt anyone by accident. However, he also didn’t expect Wang Yao to duck so easily.

“Please enlighten me,” Zhong Yuanyang said.

Wang Yao shook his head.

“Please!” Zhong Yuanyang hit out again.

Wang Yao held his fist in the air.

Bang! Zhong Yuanyang flew out. It took him some effort to keep his feet on the ground. What?

The three visitors were all shocked by what they saw. What was Wang Yao doing? Hitting a cow without touching it? Emitting Qi though the palm?

Zhong Yuanyang was the most shocked among the three. He was from a Kung Fu family. He knew what Wang Yao did meant to him.

The Qi emitted from Wang Yao’s palm hit him. It was as if he was hit by a running horse. However, he was not injured. He was impressed by Wang Yao’s strength and Qi control. He had never come across anyone who could do this. He only heard about such kind of Kung Fu in the novels and movies.

Wang Yao was a rare Kung Fu master. He was right in front of Zhong Yuanyang and the other two. Zhong Yuanyang was excited.

“Are you gonna continue?” Wang Yao asked.

“No, I’m losing,” Zhong Yuanyang said.

He couldn’t compare to Wang Yao, who was way stronger than him. He was like a primary student standing in front of a university scholar.

“But…” Zhong Yuanyang said.

“Please leave if you don’t have any other business here,” Wang Yao said.

Zhong Yuanyang tried to say something but was stopped by Wang Yao. He decided to leave it for now. The three of them left the clinic confused.

“Hey, why didn’t you say something just now?” Zhong Yuanyang asked Su Zhixing.

“What could I say?” Su Zhixing asked.

“You brought us here to see a Kung Fu master, and you want us to compete with him,” Zhong Yuanyang said.

“So, have you seen the Kung Fu master?” Su Zhixing asked.

“Yeah,” Zhong Yuanyang said.

“Have you competed with him?” Su Zhixing asked.

“What the… Are you playing word games with me?” Zhong Yuanyang just realized that Su Zhixing was teasing him.

“What do you think of him?” Su Zhixing asked.

“He’s extraordinary, a real Kung Fu master. Honestly, I didn’t think people like him actually existed in this world,” Zhong Yuanyang said.

His grandfather used to tell him stories about the Kung Fu world when he was in his hometown. Those legendary Kung Fu masters only existed in stories. Reality was different from stories. He even thought that the doctor, who looked younger than him, had better Kung Fu skills than those legendary Kung Fu masters in the stories.

“Hey, do you think we can ask him to teach us in the army?” asked the other soldier who was thinner.

“He’s a doctor. Why would he teach in that isolated place where we are based?” Su Zhixing asked with a smile. “You’ve see what had happened. Obviously, he was resistive to Kung Fu competition. He didn’t want people to know he had Kung Fu skills.”

“What a shame,” the thin soldier said.

“Never mind. Let me think about it,” Su Zhixing said.

The three of them came with great expectations, and they had gotten what they wanted. At least, they had witnessed Wang Yao’s magnificent Kung Fu skills.

“I don’t want you to tell anyone about what happened today,” Su Zhixing seriously said.

“Sure,” Zhong Yuanyang said.

“Sure thing,” the other soldier said. “I don’t understand why he wants to stay in this isolated village when he is such an extraordinary doctor and Kung Fu master. He would be highly regarded anywhere in the country.”

“Wait, he told me you have stomach problems. What’s going on?” Su Zhixing asked.

“How does he know?” the thin soldier asked with surprise.

“I heard from Xiaoxue that he could diagnose a person by observing him or her. So, he knows your problem by looking at you,” Su Zhixing replied.

“Seriously? I doubt it,” the thin soldier said.

“What do you think of his Kung Fu skills?” Su Zhixing asked.

“Amazing,” the thin soldier said.

“Here we go,” Su Zhixing said.

“But, it has nothing to do with his medical skills,” the thin soldier said.

“Forget it. You’ve challenged him and lost,” Zhong Yuanyang said with a smile.

“I know, but I am not thinking of myself,” the thin soldier said.

“Well, can we stop talking about it,” Su Zhixing said.

After the three of them had left, Wang Yao had a patient in the clinic. He was an old man in his 60s from his village. His hair was all white. He didn’t look well. He was slightly kyphotic.

“Sir, how can I help you?” Wang Yao asked.

“I feel short of breath,” the old man said. Wang Yao could hear noises in the old man’s throat when he was speaking. It was like broken ventilation.

“Please sit down. Let me take a look at you,” Wang Yao said.

He could see a sign of decay in the old man. It was not good. He checked the old man’s pulse, which was extremely weird. It was jumpy like a bird picking food. Then, the pulse became very weak. This was a very strange pulse. It indicated death.

“Sir, you should go to the hospital immediately. Get the doctors to check your liver function,” Wang Yao said.

“Yao, is there anything you want to tell me?” the old man asked.

“Listen to me, go to the hospital immediately,” Wang Yao said.

“OK, I’ll listen to you.” The old man left the clinic. His gait was unsteady. His heels didn’t touch the ground when walking.

Wang Yao thought about an old saying when looking at the old man. A dying person doesn’t need medication.

The old man was beyond cure. Wang Yao could only extend his life for several months. He had to get consent from his family first.

Sometimes it was trickier to see his fellow villagers. Unlike Wu Tongxing and Sun Yunsheng, who would definitely follow his instructions, the villagers didn’t necessarily listen to him.

I hope he won’t suffer a lot.

Wang Yao had changed his views on a lot of things as he became a better doctor.

The old man told his son about Wang Yao’s advice when he got to home.

“What? You need to go to the hospital? What’s wrong with you?” a man in his 30s asked. He frowned and didn’t sound nice.

“I feel short of breath,” the old man said.

“OK, let me speak to my sister first,” his son said.

So, the old man’s treatment was delayed again.

Wang Yao told his parents about the old man during lunch at home.

“Your Uncle Yilong?” Zhang Xiuying asked.

“Yes,” Wang Yao said.

“What is wrong with him?” Zhang Xiuying asked.

“He’s got a really terrible condition.” Wang Yao didn’t tell his parents what exactly was wrong with the old man, but his parents immediately got what he meant. In the village, people preferred to call cancer a terrible or horrible condition.

“Can you cure him?” Zhang Xiuying asked.

“I would if I could. He’s at late stage,” Wang Yao said. “I don’t think I can help him.”

“Well, let’s have lunch first,” Zhang Xiuying said.

“Wait! I shouldn’t have said that to Uncle Yilong,” Wang Yao said as he picked some dishes with chopsticks.

“What did you say?” Zhang Xiuying asked.

“I shouldn’t have asked him to get checked in a big hospital. It would only worry him and make his condition worse,” Wang Yao said.

In fact, it happened to a lot of cancer patients that their condition deteriorated rapidly after they had been diagnosed. As their mood was significantly affected by the diagnosis, they collapsed mentally first and then physically. If they didn’t know they had cancer, they would probably live longer. However, once they knew their condition, they would probably die in two months.

“His son won’t take him to the hospital,” Zhang Xiuying said.

The old man’s son had a bad reputation of not treating his parents nicely. He often shouted at his parents like he was in charge of the household. A lot of villagers had heard him shouting.

His mother had died. He never cried when he visited his mother’s grave. He was probably hoping that his father got sick.

“Well!” Wang Fenghua sighed.

“Your Uncle Yilong’s daughter is not bad, but she just had a baby. Otherwise, she would have taken your Uncle Yilong to her house,” Zhang Xiuying said. “His illness must be caused by his son. He drinks a lot when he’s upset with his son.”

Wang Yao soon changed the topic. He didn’t want to talk about things like these. It only made him and his parents sad. What he could do to help that old man was limited.

“By the way, your sister called this morning. She and Du Mingyang are going to get engaged. We need to find a time to sit with Du Mingyang’s family,” Zhang Xiuying said.

“OK,” Wang Yao said.

“Mingyang is a good person,” Zhang Xiuying said.

“I agree,” Wang Yao said.

He had observed Du Mingyang for a while. He thought Du Mingyang was a nice person who would do anything he could to please Wang Yao’s sister. His sister would have a happy life after marrying him. She would be well looked after.

Wang Yao had applied looking, one of the four diagnostic methods, into character judgement. He could tell whether a person was sick or decent by observing them.

“So, we’ve all agreed on their marriage,” Zhang Xiuying said.