Chapter 822 - I Want to Become an Immortal

Chapter 822: I Want to Become an Immortal
Translator: 
Nyoi-Bo Studio 
 Editor: 
Nyoi-Bo Studio

When he came to the clinic, he started to explain the essence of Taoism, the theory of immortality, and Taoism’s Tan-Do. He cited and quoted from several sources to support his thesis, which was closely reasoned and well-argued. Toward the end, he even talked about immortal pills and said that he had the prescription of immortal pills in hand but a few herbs were missing.
 


Hello Doctor, please take a look at my son and see if he is suffering from paranoia,
said the middle-aged man who had brought the thin-looking young man.
He is always thinking of cultivation and becoming an immortal.

 


How long has this situation been going on for?
Wang Yao asked.
 


It has been more than a year. Starting from last spring, he and his classmates went to the South. After he came back, he became odd and bizarre. All day, he would just fantasize about becoming an immortal of Taoism.
The middle-aged man sighed and continued.
In the beginning, I just took it as if he had said it casually but gradually found something wrong with him. He was reading some Taoist books all day and also bought some other rubbish. He tried to create medicine and pills by himself and almost died of poisoning twice. Fortunately, I found him just in time and took him to see a psychiatrist. They said it was a delusion. They suggested that he be put in a mental hospital for compulsory treatment. I was reluctant to take him in, so I just kept him at home all the time. I have also found many doctors to treat him, but his condition has not improved at all. It has become more serious. I brought him here for you to take a look at him.

 


I am not sick,
the young man said.


 


Why do you cultivate?
Wang Yao asked
 


To be able to live forever,
the young man firmly said.
 


Where is your master from?
Wang Yao asked.
 


Chang Chun Zi,
the young man replied.
 


Qiu Chu Ji?
Wang Yao’s first thought was Qiu Chu Ji, the Qiu Chu Ji from the Quanzhen sect in Chang Chun Zi.
 


No!
The man waved his hand.
 


Who is it then?
Wang Yao asked.
 


Ha-ha, he’s not important enough to tell the outside world,
the young man said with a smile.
 

Although he was thin, his eyes were very sharp.
 


I’ll take your pulse.
Wang Yao stretched out his hand and grasped the young man’s wrist.


 


I am not sick!
The young man struggled, but like a chick, he was firmly held down by Wang Yao.
 


Well, there’s nothing seriously wrong with his body. There is a certain amount of toxin accumulated in his internal organs. It is related to the so-called pills he has taken. As for his mental health?
Wang Yao looked at the young man with a smile.
That is a big problem!

 

His illness was quite similar to that of Chen Ying’s younger brother. He was a martial arts man with a brain full of swords and fighting. He was also a man with a mind full of immortal cultivation methods. It was a deep obsession.
 

This young man was different from Chen Zhou, who had a problem with the meridians of his brain. He had no problem with the meridians of his brain. His illness was not real. It was all in his mind. After listening to the father’s description, he could sit for hours meditating and chanting scriptures. Since he was able to sit still for hours, he was not particularly manic.
 


Interesting!
Wang Yao remarked with a smile. It was the first time he had seen such an illness.
 


Dr. Wang, what do you think of him?
the father asked.
 


He has too much obsession,
Wang Yao replied.
 


Obsession?
the father asked.
 


What obsession are you talking about?
the young man asked.
You guys don’t understand anything.

 

The thought to cultivate and find a way to become an immortal had already been planted in his mind. It was like planting seeds in the soil. It had already sprouted deep roots and grown into a tree trunk. The tree trunk was not like the ones in reality. One could not just chop them off if they wanted to get rid of it. It was extremely difficult to chop down the
tree of obsession
in his mind because it was a world of spiritual thinking. It could only be thought and gotten. It was unspeakable.


 


Dr. Wang, what do you think we can do?
the father asked.
 


You are not locals, right?
Wang Yao asked.
 


We are from the provincial city,
the father said.
We heard from friends that you are highly skilled in medicine, so we came to have a look.

 


His condition is very special,
Wang Yao said.
I need to think about how to treat him.

 

This was his first time encountering a patient who had no organic diseases and was just a hypochondriac.
 


Since you are a man of cultivation, how should I address you?
Wang Yao asked the young man.
 


The Breeze,
the young man replied.
 


The breeze is blowing slowly, but the waves are not good,
Wang Yao said.
 


Exactly,
the young man said.
 


What is longevity?
Wang Yao asked.


 


For a long time, heaven and earth lived together, eternal and immortal,
the young man replied.
 


What is the use of longevity?
Wang Yao asked.
 


To be at ease and carefree,
the young man answered.
 


What else can you do besides cultivating?
Wang Yao asked.
 


Alchemy,
the young man replied.
 


How is it going?
Wang Yao asked.
 


OK.
The young man shrugged.
 


How will you live without your parents?
Wang Yao asked
 


By living on the wind and the dew,
the young man said.
 

Wang Yao laughed loudly.


 


Why not?
the young man asked.
 


Living on wind and the dew?
The doubt could be seen on Wang Yao’s face.
 


A man of practice does not belong to the outside world,
the young man said.
 


Alright, you guys can leave.
Wang Yao waved his hand.
 


Doctor, what about his illness?
the father asked.
 


Let me think about it,
Wang Yao said.
You guys can leave your contact information. I’ll get in touch when I have thought it through.

 

He did not have a good way to treat this strange patient.
 


Sure.
The middle-aged man could not help but showed disappointment on his face. He had come with hope and traveled thousands of miles. He had not expected such an outcome.
 

He thought, Can my son really not be saved?
 

The family left the clinic just as Pan Jun came in from outside.
 


Master, is that young man a Taoist?
he asked.
 


Yes, he thinks he is a Taoist,
Wang Yao replied.
 


He thinks?
Pan Jun asked.
 


His illness is very strange,
Wang Yao said.
He has a deep obsession. He wants to become an immortal through cultivation.

 


What? Is he nuts?!
Pan Jun was stunned.
 


He should belong to that category,
Wang Yao said.
His illness and strangeness have no change in terms of substance. It is purely in terms of mental and spiritual.

 


It’s a big world and has all sorts of weird and amazing things,
Pan Jun said.
When the forest is big, there will always be a few crooked trees.

 


Ha-ha, his illness is very strange indeed,
Wang Yao said.
I haven’t come up with any suitable way to treat him.

 


Master, I have read almost all the books you gave me last time,
Pan Jun said.
 


Is that so?
Wang Yao asked.
Let me test you.

 


Sure,
Pan Jun said.
 

Wang Yao asked some random questions, mostly in terms of medical science and pharmacology. Pan Jun answered them smoothly. He also had his own opinions. He had worked as a doctor for many years, so he had encountered many patients in the emergency department. He was very rich with experience.
 


Mmm, very good. I’ll give you some more books. By the way, you can take a look at this book.
Wang Yao handed him the
Sang Yao Medical Book
written by Sang Guzi.
This book was written by an old friend of mine. He is a master of Xing Lin and a famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor. This is a combination of his decades of practice theory and experience. The contents are very good and worth reading carefully.

 

Pan Jun took the book. He flipped through it and saw Sang Guzi’s message on the front page.
Sang Guzi?

 


Have you heard of him?
Wang Yao asked.
 


I’ve heard you mention him,
Pan Jun said.
 


Special thanks? Master, do you have some credit for the contents inside?
Pan Jun asked.
 


I had just mentioned something,
Wang Yao said.
It is not much credit. Take a good look at the book.

 

At noon, Wang Yao asked Pan Jun to stay for a meal at his home.
 


You have not come for quite some time,
Wang Fenghua said.
 


Yes, Uncle, I’ve been busy lately,
Pan Jun said.
 

He had been really busy recently. The hospital was in the midst of its annual evaluation of professional titles. Pan Jun was more than likely to get it this year.
 


Title? Intermediate?
Wang Yao asked.
 


No, I want to try for the deputy senior ranks,
Pan Jun replied.
 


If you need my help, just let me know,
Wang Yao said.
 


I’m all prepared, so there’s no big problem.
Pan Jun said.
I’m just putting more emphasis on participation this time.

 


If you can be selected, try your best,
Wang Yao said.
Is it in the city or the province?

 


The files will probably be sent to the province,
Pan Jun replied.
As for the intermediate ones, the relevant departments in the city will be able to evaluate them. Master, are you not going to try?

 


I’ll pass,
Wang Yao said with a smile.
 

He was an individual, not a member of the staff. That title would not do much for him.
 

After lunch, Pan Jun accompanied Wang Fenghua to smoke a couple of cigarettes before he returned to the clinic with Wang Yao.
 


Master, our dean is still thinking of you,
Pan Jun said.
 


He’s just thinking of my medicine, right?
Wang Yao asked.
 


Yes, you don’t know this, but you are a famous doctor in Lianshan County now,
Pan Jun said.
There are several people in our hospital who have suggested that they come here for treatment!

 


Go to your hospital? Forget it,
Wang Yao replied. Pan Jun had once proposed this to him before.
I can’t stand that kind of constraint.

 


It’s got to feel more comfortable to be at home than in a hospital,
Pan Jun said.
 

Wang Yao brewed a pot of tea.
Have some tea.

 


Thank you, Master,
Pan Jun said.
 


Are you staying healthy?
Wang Yao asked.
 


I’m trying to,
Pan Jun replied.
 


Work is important, but your health is more important. Drink more tea,
Wang Yao said.
 

Since the morning, he had felt that Pan Jun had something on his mind. It was likely something about his work. Wang Yao asked him a few questions, but Pan Jun didn’t say anything clearly. It would be bad to continue asking.
 


Yes, you are right,
Pan Jun said.
 

As they were chatting, Zhong Liuchuan entered the yard.
 


Nice, I was just brewing tea,
Wang Yao said.
 


I’m in for a treat.
Zhong Liuchuan said with a smile. He poured himself a cup of tea and filled it up for Wang Yao and Pan Jun.
Sir, Jia Zizai called me just now. He wants to visit you.

 


What’s the matter?
Wang Yao asked.
Is it still because of the Dao matter?

 


Yes,
Zhong Liuchuan said.
 


There’s no need for that,
Wang Yao said.
 


He’s already on his way,
Zhong Liuchuan said.
 


Since he’s coming, he’s a guest,
Wang Yao said.
 


Shall I tell him?
Zhong Liuchuan asked.
 


OK,
Wang Yao said.
 

An hour later, Jia Zizai drove to the clinic with Hu Mei. He said,
Sorry for intruding, Sir.

 


Come in and have some tea.
Wang Yao was waiting for them in the courtyard. There was a pot of tea and a pile of dried fruit.
Try it. These chestnuts have just been picked.

 


Thank you,
Hu Mei said.
 


Mmm, they taste great,
Jia Zizai said.
We have come to thank you this time, Sir.

 


Is the matter settled?
Wang Yao asked.
 


It should be,
Jia Zizai said.
 


Zhang Wei had disappeared for many days, and that matter had never been exposed. Perhaps his conscience had indeed been found before he died. He had cleaned up and destroyed all the blackmail materials, leaving nothing that could be held against them.
 


What are your plans for the future?
Wang Yao asked.
 


I’m going to live an ordinary life,
Jia Zizai said.
I’ve discussed it with Hu Mei. I’m going to choose a good day and get married this year. We’ll find a quiet place to have children and live an ordinary life.