Overpowering medicinal strength, expelling the poisons

"It's different. If he came to the clinic without going through Uncle, I naturally would treat him," Wang Yao said. This, however, was a matter that was not clear and could potentially implicate their family.

"Your uncle has been through a lot of difficulties," Zhang Xiuying said. Ultimately, he was still her younger brother, and she was concerned about him.

"I know that. But we mustn't mix work and personal feelings. I hope he won't be like Third Uncle, bringing people from his company over. If they do, say I'm not at home."

After dinner, Wang Yao returned to Nanshan Hill.

The bad mood from dinner was cleared away by the gentle breeze blowing on Nanshan Hill.

Drinking a cup of tea, Wang Yao stared at the sky.

Fame, power, wealth, women and various temptations—he wanted nothing to do with these things.

He stared at the crescent moon up in the sky.

The next day, the sky was dark, and it began to drizzle.