In fact, for Yang Xiaobao, this matter should not have been taken care of by himself.
What happened was this: that afternoon, Yang Xiaobao was lying on a wicker chair in the clinic, using his mobile phone to browse a website that specialized in selling literature and entertainment.
In the inheritance of the mountain god, Yang Xiaobao obtained the knowledge system, which included knowledge about cultural games.
He didn't quite understand why the mountain god also taught him about the knowledge of ghosts and gods, as well as the knowledge of literature and art.
Now he browsed this website that specializes in selling antique cultural toys, and finally understood that many of the cultural toys involved exorcism.
Yang Xiaobao flipped through these things and could tell whether they were true or false through the pictures.
It can be said that most of them are false and almost none of them are true.
This is also an important part of the knowledge imparted to him by the mountain god.
Judging from Yang Xiaobao's current cognitive system, even if he plays with antiques, he will become a billionaire.
Just when Yang Xiaobao was bored browsing the online store, he heard the sound of footsteps.
Yang Xiaobao raised his head and saw two men and a woman, dressed simply and with timid and timid expressions, walking in.
This man and woman appear to be in their fifties or sixties.
Judging from their appearance, they should be ordinary farmers.
Years of hard work in the fields have made them look very old.
"Are you here to see a doctor?" Yang Xiaobao quickly stood up and asked when he saw these two old people.
"You, are you Yang Xiaobao?"
The two old men did not answer directly, but asked curiously.
Yang Xiaobao smiled, nodded and said, "Yes, I am Yang Xiaobao."
The two old men looked at each other, and the man said: "We found the right one."
"Who are you treating?" Yang Xiaobao asked again.
The two old men shook their heads and said, "It's not that we want to see a doctor, but we want you to treat one of us."
Yang Xiaobao said oh and then understood.
"Well, what about the patient?"
"Here, I'm at home. I was wondering if I could ask you to come?" the old man said very nervously and awkwardly, for fear that Yang Xiaobao would refuse.
Yang Xiaobao snorted, he had never been to a doctor before.
Most patients come by themselves, but in more serious cases, family members bring them over in their cars.
But Yang Xiaobao has never been asked to come to see a doctor.
This is mainly because Yang Xiaobao is very busy every day and cannot always be in the clinic, let alone have time to make visits.
Even Dong Zhiyong would drive his son Dong Haoxuan to see a doctor after making an appointment with Yang Xiaobao every time.
"Doctor Yang, we, we will pay for your medical treatment, so just go and help."
The two old men looked at Yang Xiaobao with pleading eyes.
Yang Xiaobao looked at the two old people and sighed.
"Then, why can't you bring the patient over? Wouldn't this save time?"
The two old men looked at each other and said in a low voice: "Doctor Yang, you, you will know what's going on if you go and take a look."
Looking at the expressions on the two old men's faces, how could he possibly refuse them?
"Okay, then which village are you from?"
Seeing that Yang Xiaobao agreed, the two old men were very happy. They immediately said: "We, we are from Yaojia Village."
Yang Xiaobao knew that Yaojia Village was also a village in Shitou Town, west of Beihe Village.
"What's your surname? Who should I look for when I go to Yaojia Village?"
"My name is Yao Wanhuai. When you go to Yaojia Village, just ask for Yao Wanhuai's family. Everyone in the village knows it."
Yang Xiaobao nodded, there was nothing to do this afternoon anyway, so I just went for a run.
"Then you go back first, I will come later." Yang Xiaobao said to Yao Wanhuai and his wife.
The old couple nodded repeatedly and left with great gratitude.
After they left, Yang Xiaobao simply packed up the medical tools and rode his motorcycle towards Yaojia Village.
It's time to go to the fields now, so the village looks empty.
There were only a few old people sitting at the entrance of the village, gathering together and talking.
Yang Xiaobao parked his motorcycle, walked over and asked, "Excuse me, how to get to Yao Wanhuai's house?"
When they heard Yang Xiaobao asking about Yao Wanhuai's home, the expressions of several old people became very strange.
Yang Xiaobao saw this and was a little puzzled.
They asked suspiciously: "You, why are you looking for Yao Wanhuai's family? Where are you from?"
"I'm here to treat Yao Wanhuai's patients," Yang Xiaobao said.
These old men looked at each other again.
Their eyes were very strange, as if they had something to hide.
"Follow this road, go in, and turn at the end of the road. There is a peach tree at the door of the second house on the north side of the road."
Yang Xiaobao nodded, said thank you, and walked towards his motorcycle.
Yang Xiaobao clearly felt that these old people were staring at his back.
This feeling is very bad.
Yang Xiaobao turned around and saw those old people quickly avoiding their eyes.
When Yang Xiaobao got on the motorcycle, these old people began to whisper something again.
Yang Xiaobao frowned, not knowing what was going on.
But he couldn't care less, so he rode his motorcycle and walked into the village according to the route they pointed out.
Soon, he found Yao Wanhuai's home.
Yang Xiaobao parked his motorcycle in front of Yao Wanhuai's house and asked loudly: "Is there anyone at home?"
After waiting for a while, there was no reply.
Yang Xiaobao knew that he and Yao Wanhuai were walking on different roads, and he rode a motorcycle and got home faster than them.
He thought for a while and decided not to wait at the door, but to go in first to see the patient.
Thinking of this, Yang Xiaobao opened the door and walked into the yard.
He saw that the yard was dilapidated, facing the gate, and facing south were three tile-roofed houses.
The east and west is a wing room, and there is a pot under the eaves, which should be used for cooking.
Although rural people are poor, most of them have built buildings now.
I didn't expect Yao Wanhuai's family to be so dilapidated.
"Is there anyone?" Yang Xiaobao asked again.
After waiting for a while, a voice asked in the east wing: "Yes, who is it?"
"I'm here to see a patient." Yang Xiaobao said loudly, "Where is the patient?"
There was silence for a while in the east wing, and then a "squeak" was heard, the door was pushed open, and an unkempt man came out.
This man looked to be in his thirties, wearing rumpled clothes, staggering when he walked, and his eyes were full of vigilance and suspicion.
"Are you a doctor?" the guy asked.
"Yes, it was Yao Wanhuai who invited me here."
"My dad, it's true, so many doctors have been called in but they can't see it. Can you do it?"
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "Maybe it can work."
The guy looked Yang Xiaobao up and down again, snorted and said, "Let me explain first, don't be afraid."
"Fear?"
Yang Xiaobao frowned.
Ever since he entered the village, he felt something strange.
Both the old people at the entrance of the village and this man looked weird.