"Could it be that the technique of acupuncture has something magical in it?" Wang Yao mumbled to himself.
This was completely possible. Sometimes, a magical effect could be produced when two common things were added together.
He could give it a try when he came into contact with such a patient in the future. He had most of the medicinal herbs required.
The next day, Wang Yao tidied up the herbal field and went up the hill to practice. Then, he went down the hill and went home to eat something. After that, he drove his mother to his grandmother's house.
The villagers would often attend weddings or funerals of their relatives whom they were quite close with.
Wang Yao saw his uncle and Zhang Wenbao's father.
They were holding a funeral not long after the wedding was over. They were obviously not in a good mood, which could be seen from their faces.
"You're here."
