Chapter 808: 206: Bullied Zheng Xianjing, unsightly manners_6 Chapter 808: 206: Bullied Zheng Xianjing, unsightly manners_6 Upon hearing this, Old Wang directly gave Wang Zeqi a punch to the head. “You little bastard, you come to Beijing and don’t even think to visit your old man and mother! I really wasted my effort raising you.”
Wang Zeqi, looking simple and honest, didn’t know how to explain. “Dad, I’m sorry…”
Old Wang huffed. “I’m not your dad!”
Just then, noises came from the entrance; it was Wang Zhoushi returning.
Wang Zhoushi wasn’t as calm as Old Wang; she hugged her son, whom she hadn’t seen for two years, and cried out loud.
Ni Yang stood to the side, the corners of his mouth turning up in a subdued smile.
He had finally fulfilled his former master and mistress’s dream.
The last time his former master and mistress saw their son, who had been missing for two years, the vibrant boy they remembered had been turned into a cold corpse.
One could imagine the couple’s feelings at the time.
Now that their son had finally come back, the couple was overjoyed; Wang Zhoushi even slaughtered two chickens and a big goose.
Although Old Wang seemed a bit unhappy on the surface, he was actually very pleased. “I’ll go catch some shrimp in the river.”
“Go ahead,” Wang Zhoushi said with a smile, “be careful.”
“Mhm,” Old Wang nodded.
Wang Zeqi was busy catching up with Wang Zhoushi; mother and son had so much to talk about after all these years apart.
As a result, only Ni Yang and Grandpa Du were left in the living room.
Ni Yang was busy researching the Thirteen Ghost Needles and had no time to deal with Grandpa Du.
So, the scene became Ni Yang reading medical texts.
Grandpa Du counting Buddha Beads.
The only sound in the air was the flipping of pages.
Although no one was speaking, the scene wasn’t awkward.
After lunch, Wang Zeqi seemed to remember something important, “Dad, Grandpa Du hasn’t been feeling well lately; could you please take a look at him?”
Old Wang looked at Ni Yang. “Yangyang, you’ve followed behind me for so long, why don’t you try to put your learning into practice?”
These master and disciple.
One just happened to save him; the other wanted to use him for practice.
It really fit the saying.
If you’re not family, you won’t enter the same door!
Ni Yang nodded, “Okay.”
Grandpa Du’s lips twitched; she really dared…
Ni Yang walked over to Grandpa Du, “Could you please extend your right hand?”
Grandpa Du did as asked.
The cold fingertips rested on his wrist for quite a while, yet there was no sound.
Grandpa Du looked up and asked, “Is there any hope?”
Ni Yang withdrew her fingers. “It’s not that serious, Mister Du. This is an old ailment. The toxins accumulated in your body haven’t been completely cleared. Just a couple of prescriptions should alleviate the fatigue.”
Grandpa Du slowly retracted his hand and straightened his sleeves. “Then I’ll trouble Miss Ni.”
The young lady was still able to discern his old ailment, which meant she had some skill.
However, Grandpa Du had already figured she had good medical skills; otherwise, she wouldn’t have left the right pills for him that night.
“A doctor’s heart is like that of a parent’s; it’s only right,” Ni Yang said in a muted tone as she took out a writing brush to prescribe the medicine.
A doctor’s heart is indeed like that of a parent’s, the saying goes.
But Grandpa Du felt something was off.
After the prescription was written, Ni Yang handed it to Old Wang. “Master, please have a look.”
Old Wang took the prescription and moved next to Grandpa Du. “Forgive the trouble, Grandpa Du, but please extend your hand again.”
Grandpa Du extended his hand.
As Old Wang felt Grandpa Du’s pulse, he understood why Ni Yang hadn’t said anything for so long.
Grandpa Du’s pulse was indeed peculiar; Old Wang felt the pulse while looking at the prescription Ni Yang wrote, nodding repeatedly, “Good, good, good! You are truly a disciple worthy of being trained by Wang Yue!”
Such talent, such intellect, how could an ordinary person compare?
In a short while, Old Wang put away the prescription and then said, “Grandpa Du, Yangyang’s prescription can cure your old ailment. You’ve really encountered a savior today.”
Grandpa Du put away the prescription. “Thank you.”
That afternoon, because someone from the village came to seek treatment and a particular rare herb was missing—the patient’s condition was quite urgent—Old Wang had no choice but to go up the mountain with a basket to gather herbs.
Ni Yang approached. “Master, it’s getting late now; you’re getting on in years, and it’s not safe to go up the mountain. Let me go instead.”
It had rained last night, and the mountain was likely to be filled with miasma; Ni Yang was worried for Old Wang.
Old Wang laughed. “Listen to you, girl; if a big man like me isn’t safe, how could a young lass like you be any safer? Let the master go.”
Ni Yang took the basket off Old Wang. “Don’t forget, master, I’m quite skilled. Besides, today is big brother’s first day back; you should stay and keep him company at home.”