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"You are too old for this. Anyway, if you don't have any other business, I have to go," Dr. Chen said.     

Such a stubborn person!     

Toot! Toot!     

Dr. Chen hung up the phone and shook his head. It is not going to be that easy!     

He also wanted to know the components of the decoctions. After all, these decoctions were magical. He tried several times to analyze the components but failed. So, he gave up.     

Not everything was worth it for a person to keep trying.     

It was nice and sunny the next day.     

Wang Yao had a guest in the clinic. It was Pan Jun.     

"Good morning, Teacher," Pan Jun said.     

"Are you not on duty today?" Although he was uncomfortable with it in the beginning, Wang Yao was now used to be called "Teacher."     

"I have today off," Pan Jun said.     

"Good, let me ask you some questions," Wang Yao said.     

"OK," Pan Jun happily said.     

He came to the clinic because he thought he had made good progress in his studies. Therefore, he wanted to learn some treatment techniques from Wang Yao.     

Wang Yao asked Pan Jun many questions, mainly related to meridians and acupuncture points. These were basic knowledge one had to grasp to learn Chinese massage.     

Pan Jun answered all the questions correctly.     

"Good," Wang Yao said.     

Pan Jun was in his 40s. His background was Western medicine. He must have worked hard to make such progress.     

"I'll teach you the massage technique," Wang Yao said.     

"Great," Pan Jun said. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.     

Wang Yao started with the basic massage technique, including pushing, pressing, and rubbing. Pan Jun listened carefully to what Wang Yao taught him. He even took notes from time to time. 　　     

"Come here, let me show you," Wang Yao said.     

After explaining the techniques, Wang Yao demonstrated them on Pan Jun's body. He also repeated what he had said and reminded Pan Jun to remember the feeling on his body.     

Pan Jun had a nice and warm feeling at the areas being massaged by Wang Yao, especially on his back. He even felt more comfortable than when being in a hot spring.     

"How do you feel?" Wang Yao asked.     

"I feel very comfortable," Pan Jun said.     

"I didn't ask you whether you feel comfortable or not. I was asking if you can remember the feeling of massage," Wang Yao said.     

"I see. I have memorized the feeling," Pan Jun said.     

Wang Yao didn't explain a lot. Pan Jun had studied the reference books before he came to the clinic, so he already had a good understanding of the massage techniques. He learned fast after combining theory with practice.     

"OK, now it's your turn. Give me a massage." Wang Yao pointed at his own back.     

"OK." Pan Jun was keen to try.     

"Use technique, not just strength." Wang Yao prompted Pan Jun after he pressed on Wang Yao's back twice. "Make sure you follow the meridians."     

"And, don't rush." Wang Yao continued to prompt Pan Jun while Pan Jun was giving him a massage.     

Wang Yao could identify certain health issues by giving his patients a massage.     

"I see," Pan Jun said.     

Wang Yao spent the whole morning teaching Pan Jun massage techniques.     

"Let's call it a day. Call me when you have time. I'll see if I can squeeze in some time to teach you," Wang Yao said.     

"OK," Pan Jun said. "By the way, can I give a massage to my family members?"     

"Yes, but make sure you take all the precautions. Massage is not suitable for everyone. You have just started to learn the techniques, so make sure you avoid vital parts of the human body," Wang Yao said.     

"Sure," Pan Jun said. He left the clinic with a big smile on his face. Although he was in his 40s, he smiled like a child. He was really happy.     

After lunch, Wang Jianli visited Wang Yao.     

"Hi, is Yao at home?" Wang Jianli asked.     

"Hi, Uncle Jianli, what can I do for you?" Wang Yao asked.     

"I need to ask you something," Wang Jianli said.     

"Please come in." Wang Yao invited Wang Jianli into the house and made him a cup of tea.     

"Mr. Sun came to speak to me yesterday. He asked me to confirm the number of villagers who want to swap their old house for a new apartment in the town center," Wang Jianli said. "I kept thinking about this last night. I went to the town center again this morning to confirm the numbers."     

"That should be fine," Wang Yao said.     

He had heard from Sun Yunsheng that there wouldn't be any problem with the paperwork. Sun Yunsheng had done everything to ensure they were compliant with legal requirements.     

"The only thing is that there are a lot of people wanting to swap the houses," Wang Jianli said with a sigh.     

"How many households?" Wang Yao asked.     

"One hundred and forty-one," Wang Jianli said.     

"What?" Wang Yao was shocked. The number had doubled compared to what he had heard the day before.     

"About 150 in total," Wang Jianli said.     

"So, the majority of the villagers want to move out," Wang Yao said.     

"Yes, you are right," Wang Jianli said.     

He was worried about it. Not many people were willing to continue to live in the village. Most of them would move to the town center. What would happen to the village? People were required to look after the crops in the fields. The number exceeded his expectations. He thought maybe only a few dozen households would want to move out. One hundred and fifty was beyond his imagination.     

"The value of properties in the town center has gone up," Wang Jianli said. "A number of the villagers want to swap houses for their children. Some of them have paid a deposit for other apartments in the town center. They were going to breach the contract since they hadn't decorated the apartment. They didn't mind losing the deposit."     

For an ordinary family in most areas of China, not just in those big cities, purchasing a property was a huge financial burden. They had to save for the deposit and apply for a mortgage from the bank. Often, the mortgage was 10 to 20 years long.     

"Do they have enough apartments for the villagers?" Wang Jianli asked.     

"Yes, I've been to the construction site. The site is very big," Wang Yao said.     

There wouldn't be enough people from his family to fill two buildings of apartments. The land was big enough to accommodate tens of buildings. Sun Zhengrong might not be the biggest real estate developer in China, but he was experienced. It was a piece of cake for his company to build a group of residential apartments.     

"Great! I'll ask those people to confirm again tomorrow," Wang Jianli said.     

"OK," Wang Yao said. "Is there anything else I can do?"     

"No, thanks," Wang Jianli said.     

He chatted with Wang Yao and his father for a short while before leaving.     

"I don't think your Uncle Jianli is keen on this thing," Zhang Xiuying said.     

"Well, after those people have moved to the town center, the ones left will all be in their 50s, like me and your mother, or even older. They will constantly require help and won't be able to do much if anything happens. All the workforce will leave," Wang Fenghua said. "Do you think he'd be happy? And, eventually, the fields on the hill will become deserted."     

"No, it won't happen. If no one wants to look after the fields on the hills, I'll do it," Wang Yao said with a smile.     

"Why do you need so many fields? Aren't you busy enough with your herbal field on Nanshan Hill?" asked Zhang Xiuying, who had overheard the conversation between Wang Yao and Wang Fenghua.     

"I can grow trees and herbs. I don't have much vacant land on Nanshan Hill," Wang Yao replied.     

He planned to grow more trees when spring came. However, he needed a good plan. The new trees couldn't affect his Spirit Gathering Battle Array.     

On his way to Nanshan Hill, he bumped into the old man who had come to see him in the clinic a few days ago. The old man looked even worse. His eyes were blurry, and his gait was unsteady. It seemed he could be blown to the ground by a gust of wind.     

"Sir, have you been to the hospital?" Wang Yao asked.     

"Not yet," the old man weakly said. His voice was carried away by the wind.     

The old man was beyond cure. His Yang energy was disappearing, indicating he was going to die soon.     

"How about calling your daughter?" Wang Yao asked.     

"Well, she's got two little kids to look after. Her life is not easy," the old man said with a sigh.     

Most parents didn't want to bother their children unless they were desperate. This old man was like that. He would rather put up with the pain than bother his daughter.     

The old man continued to walk but almost fell. Wang Yao helped him stand steadily.     

"Be careful. Let me take you home," Wang Yao said.     

When he helped the old man to his feet, he rapidly transferred some Qi into the old man's body.     

"No, thanks. I know you are busy," the old man said. "You have a lot of patients in your clinic, right?"     

"That's fine. I'll take you home." Wang Yao accompanied the old man to his house.     

"Where have you been?" the old man's son shouted as soon as he saw his father. He didn't look happy.     

"Yao!" He immediately changed his expression when he saw Wang Yao. He gave Wang Yao a big smile.     

Wang Yao was disgusted by the change, but he probably wasn't aware that many people in the village were a bit scared of him. They knew he had connections with many powerful people and had sent several criminals to jail. All the slovenly young men didn't dare muck around in front of Wang Yao.